Thursday, September 10, 2009

Quilly's Fantastic Words

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.Today we have three words from Quilly Click on the word for a definition:
ponask; stiricide; & ruricolous

Detective Mallory now knew what the last phalerae meant. The one that was stapled to the head of the banker. A Roman soldier who took more than his fair share of the loot was forced to wear it. He would then be shunned by the other soldiers and often simply end up dead. Somebody saw our banker as a crook.
Mallory was not so lucky on trying to find out who had purchased the phalaraes. It seems a large crate of phalaraes on the way to the museum had just disappeared. There was no real market for them so the director had assumed they would show up in a day or two. But they hadn’t. It looked like the Phalarae Killer was also a Phalarae Robber.
If Mallory could solve one crime he would probably solve the other.
Mallory was in his office looking at the pictures and stibograms on what he called his crime board trying to see some clue that had escaped his attention when the call came. There had been another murder , this one out at the Josh Brannigan place. As he got in his car he hoped it wasn’t Josh. Josh was one of Mallory’s oldest friends. He and Josh often hunted together and just last fall they had ponasked some partridge in Josh‘s back yard. It was Josh who had , despite his hatred for the city , come in and helped Mallory get the ice off his roof because of a stiricide problem. Josh hated the city and loved the ruricolous life and so he lived alone way out in the country. He had no neighbors and was just too trusting a guy. An easy target for some robber .
Arriving at the little house Mallory saw the footprints and he knew before he saw the body what would be stapled to the victim's head. He ordered the usual stibograms made but had no doubt they would match the one’s on the evidence board.
Entering the house he saw the body with the phalarae neatly stapled to it’s forehead. But by some miracle it wasn’t Josh. Mallory could have shouted it out . It wasn’t Josh.
To be continued next Thursday.

And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.

The Good Life

Ruricolous life good for a retreat
Not a style one wants to repeat
Who would ponask a bird
Some strange country nerd.
Give me the city life
With all of its inherent strife.
I’ll order my bird from KFC
Like stiricide you can’t stop me.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.


Cindy said...

No one can quibble with your quivel!

Anonymous said...

I certainly hope that Josh isn't the killer. I'm glad it wasn't him with the phalarae stapled to his forehead...wonder who it was then. The mystery continues. Excellent my friend :) I'm enjoying this story :)

Quilly said...

See, it is good his friend Josh isn't dead, but it's also bad, because now Josh is my primary suspect!

Ponask bird is very tasty -- but I buy mine ready-cooked from the grocery store.

anthonynorth said...

This is developing well. Waiting to see who's bought it this time.