Thursday, December 17, 2009

Quilly 40

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story
The 3WT #40 words will be: lubency; adimpleate; pamphagous
Other Quilly word definitions HERE.


lubency :(Noun) willingness; pleasure
Adimpleate (Verb). to fill up
Pamphagous-( Adj) Omnivorous.-eating everything; all-consuming

Orville Tearman took his lubency where he could find it. There certainly wasn’t much lubency in his life these days.This morning he went to the Public Library and checked out every book they had on teterrimous monsters. Now he was adimpleating on information concerning all monsters. His obsession with monsters had become a pamphagous desire to learn all he could.
For Orville was sure that a monster was invigilating him like a proctor invigilating an exam. He wanted to be careful not to misqueme the monster and cause him to attack. He worried most when he was lying murklins in his bed at night. Then he was sure he could see the monster with its horrible brochity and that one big sharp tooth. He knew it had ossifragant power. Of course, that might have been just a hitonious dream or nightmare. But he was afraid the monster was trying to kill him. The stiricide yesterday that almost hit him was no accident. He was sure the monster pushed that ice. Now he was afraid to leave the house. The momster had turned him into a niddering. His friends had stopped visiting they could no longer stand the vultuous visage which was his face.
He searched now for a spell, a word, a substance that would help him obstrigillate or even drive away the monster.
In the last book he read he found these words:
All Monsters rise from within us.
They belong to us.
We must learn to live with them.
They will not go away.
Somehow that information put an operiment on his monster and sent it back inside of him.
If it was his he could control it. He was free at last.
They found him the next day ripped to shreds. The authorities never could figure out what had the power to do that.

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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. Here then is today's quivel.

Writer of Poems

The lubency of the poem writer
Was in making the world brighter
The pamphagous public wanted more
Even though his arm was sore
He adimpleated on bread and grapes
Food better fit for old line apes
And so he wrote from Dawn till night
Wanting to get things just right

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

7 comments:

quilly said...

What a scary story! I never should have read that just before bedtime!

You are the master crafter at 3WT, Dr. John!

SouthLakesMom said...

I am amazed at you being able to use ALL those words! Wow!

The poem is so true - our monsters are inside of us!

During this lovely Christmas season, I pray that your monsters are all sound asleep, and your joy will overflow onto others!

p.s. You have a typo of momsters in one place. I laughed because that's what I used to be when our kids were little and I chased them around the house.

Thom said...

Chilling story my friend. You are just amazing with this words and I so enjoy reading this :)

Susan at Stony River said...

All monsters rise from within us -- isn't that the truth.

Loved this!

G-Man said...

Where is your 55 Doc?

anthonynorth said...

Now that was scary. Enjoyed it.

Nishant said...

I am amazed at you being able to use ALL those words! Wow

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