I've been trying to knock
a short story into shape, but made three 500 word + beginnings and then they died, and
what with that, rugby World Cup, packing and a plumbing leak that necessitated
removing books from three bookcases, I’ve been drastically short of time,
hence no post and no comments.
So … words for
the coming week: plaster plumb thesaurus after which scheduled words will
be posted from the 26th October. I’ll hope to read but not
necessarily comment, and fingers crossed, will be back and fully functioning soon after 20th
November. Hope you manage to keep Prediction ticking over.
Aargh... how am i going to incorporate thesaurus into a 'Dillo tale ,Sandra ? i think it would have to be a ' Hey do you think he saw us' joke :-)
ReplyDeleteENOUGH!
ReplyDeleteRudy Gonzalez considered himself to be the ultimate “dealer in words” – so much so that he constantly reminded me that he was a walking, talking thesaurus. He invariably disrupted my comments and observations - smiling smugly and boasting of his prowess with the English language - when he heard what he considered to be my butchering of grammar
Finally, I had enough.
I invited myself to Rudy’s home, where he now hangs dangling like a plumb-bob from a staircase. He, of course, is dead, his mouth stuffed with plaster to stifle criticism he might spew at me from the hereafter.
A really evocative image of Rudy as 'he now hangs dangling like a plumb-bob'
DeletePAINTING IN BLOOD
ReplyDeleteI have plumbed the pages of my old thesaurus and discovered the most delicious way to brag about my activities .
With blood collected from my exploits I will announce in giant gory print, for all to see, that I am serious in my work and by plastering these hints in wicked words on walls all over the city, I hope the people respond to my challenge and run in petrified panic even as I stalk them.
I want them to fear me.
I doubt they will see me coming.
I suspect they will be unable to stop me.
Foreboding afoot in this entry, Terry. Nice work with difficult prompts.
ReplyDeleteThe House That Jacques Built
ReplyDeleteOnce a professor of English decided to build a magnificent mansion with the aid of a thesaurus. He compiled vast descriptive reams the size of a novel, specifying in great detail the minutia of every room. An architect translated this into plans that filled rolls of paper as big as the gigantic ones they use to print newspapers. He hired a crew of bricklayers, joiners, plasterers and plumbers. To this day they are still building as he comes up with ever more convoluted ways to describe annexes and extensions. He calls it Infinity House. The work may never end
Such a novel idea for using the prompts! Well done, David!
DeleteI liked the play on words in the title as well as the idea of Infinity House . A good base for a story as convoluted as the professors ideas and designs for the building .
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