Thursday, September 17, 2009

Quilly's Trophaeal 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:
quibbleism; obrumpent; & temeration

Detective Clint Mallory , was obrumpent with joy that the body was not that of his good friend Josh even though it had been found in the living room of Josh’s house. Slowly, however that joy turned to fear and sadness as he studied the crime scene. First one of the deputies found a box of phalaraes hidden in a back closet under a pile of other boxes. Mallory was almost certain those were the stolen phalaraes but he still needed the museum to examine them and confirm that they were indeed the ones. Then they found the muddy boots in the basement that matched the footprints coming and going from the house. He had little doubt they would also match the stibograms from the other murders. There was no sign of forced entry into the house. It was beginning to look like Josh could be the Phalarae killer.
There were things that bothered Detective Mallory. There were no fingerprints on the box of phalares. Why walk out in the boots and then put them back in the basement?
Mallory felt that everything was too neat and tidy and looked to him like a frame up. The DA , however, was sure they had enough evidence and told Mallory to stop his quibbleism and go arrest the man.
So Mallory sent detectives out to find Josh who seemed to have just disappeared. They brought in the state police tracking dogs but they found no trail. His truck was gone.
Poor Mallory sat in his office and remembered promising Josh’s mother as she was dying that he would watch over Josh. He was afraid the temeration of those promises was at hand.

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.
In other words if it contains Quilly's words and looks like a really bad poem it is really good Quivel.

Broken Vows

Temerations are such sad things
Crying through the valley rings
People once obrumpent with pride
Now just sat as their love died
Quibbleism used to hide it all
They pretend there is no fall.
A phalarae was made for them
Wilted flower on crooked stem
Hitonious has been their fate
Their life now was viliorate

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


quilly said...

Dr. John, you do crazy, twisty plots well and breath new life into old words! Well done.

SouthLakesMom said...

I'm sad for the detective...trying to do the right thing questioning the scene and that nasty old DA pushing towards a foregone conclusion. When I was doing DA work it was usually the other way around! I had to get the cops to look beyond what they were sure the evidence proved!

Great story today. I can't wait to see what happens next!

anthonynorth said...

We can't always live up to our vows, unfortunately. This is developing nicely.

Melli said...

You and Quilly seem to have differing definitions for some of these words today... now I'm really confused! I LOVE your story though! I'm sure Josh didn't do it. I agree with Mallory - it's a frame up!

Anonymous said...

I refuse to believe that it is Josh. He's being set up somehow...I just know it Well done my friend :)

quilly said...

Oh, your story is getting good! I know Josh is innocent! Mallory will get to the bottom of this!

Your Broken Vows poem is sad. (In more ways than one.) ;)

quilly said...

When I read this last night it was so late here (very early morning actually) I couldn't think of a suitable comment and I didn't think "good-night" would do, so I left it on my reader marked "unread" to come back to. Good thing I did. I don't even remember leaving that comment up there but I must have. It has my name on it!