Quiet Crooks

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

The Quiet Crooks

They were very, very quiet crooks but they weren't very smart.
They could take all your stuff and never wake you up.
They were quiet. So quiet.
The local newspaper said so.
But soon they got caught.
They were not master minds of crime.
But according to the paper they were Master

Mimes of Crime.


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Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the eighteenth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE


Sir Laughsalot left his frog in the stable and hopped up to the castle.
He was hardly laughing.
He wanted his horse back.
It was darn hard riding a frog and certainly not a laughing matter.
He really needed Moreless the somewhat incompetent wizard.
Why can you never find a wizard when you need one.

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

The Dalton Story -Part Three

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. . Click on the word for a definition: acquiesce; tadpole & viliorate plus two others vellicle and traboccant from my word vault.

The war of traboccant words continued between the Daily Globe and Dalton Soakum. Dalton bought more air time to tell people that he was a good man but the Globe was viliorating his reputation with its constant barrage of lies.
The Globe responded with a two page article in effect saying only the littlest tadpoles would be taken in by the TV adds and Daltons tortiloquy delivered with his usual vultuous face. Dalton’s lawyer demanded that the paper cease and desist in its campaign against his client. A demand the editor of the Globe had no intention to acquiesce to.
All the while this was going on the poor tourist found with the gun in his car was locked up in the local jail, as tight a vellicle as you will find anywhere. His lawyer was screaming false imprisonment and frame-up. He had no history of violence, no motive, and no criminal record of any kind. Further he claimed to be just a montivagant tourist who never, ever had anything like this happen to him before.
The local police chief , as incompetent a fellow as you will find anywhere just wished the whole thing would go away but , of course, it wouldn’t. But then there really was an absolute paucity of evidence for the police to work with. They had the gun that was used to shoot at the editor but as opprobrious as the fact may be it was never registered.So it didn’t really belong to anybody and it had no finger prints on it. Somebody saw a car speeding from the place where the gun was fired in either a green or a blue car. That was the extent of the evidence.

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. What looks like really bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word

Poor Little Tadpole

The tadpole;in the pool
Being nobody’s fool
Would never acquiesce to be a frog
But keep swimming in the bog
A frog viliorates his good looks
Has things wanted by cooks
With a vellicle upon its legs
Enters into the dregs
Nobody likes a tadpoles traboccant taste
Tadpole parts aren’t left as waste.
But a frog he will become
That’s why he is so glum.

Surrender
acquiesce Now
Never

Little
tadpole
Friend

Ugly
viliorate
How

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

Raven's Challenge 76

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: superlative, flea market, falling leaves, disinformation, who was that masked man?, keeping kids out of trouble, I'm a believer, bonnet in the attic, staff, generation.

For the mini challenge: deep in the forest, government, charming, heirlooms, flabbergasted

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Agent 012 arranged to have Phobus Thaw transported to the secret government hideaway located deep in the forest. Then he proceeded to spread official disinformation that Thaw had been killed trying to escape. He now felt certain that Hamlin Moneeee , despite his hired killers and his vast financial empire, could not find him and kill him. “I’m a believer” he told one told the Agency staff members of not leaving any loose ends.
With all that could be done done Agent 012 decided to go home until the research department had finished going over Moneeee’s life with a fine tooth comb. They would pull his bank account records, his telephone records, and open a computer watch on his e-mail. All of that would take time.
Arriving home 012’s wife wanted to go to the Bonnet in the Attic Flea Market because Marge from down the street said they had some superlative items there. In fact some of them might even be heirlooms. 012 didn’t put much trust in what Marge said because though she was charming she was something of a bubble head.
When they got there he was flabbergasted to discover a genuine Lone Ranger lunch box., a real antique. His whole generation had grown up watching the program that ended “who was that masked man?” It was only $3.00 so he bought it. He told his wife he was going to put it on the shelf in the recreation room or as the kids called it the wreck room. The task of keeping kids out of trouble was a lot easier when that lunch box was in use because they had good role models on TV.
When they got home he had an e-mail which said we have a problem with falling leaves. He told his wife that was accountant jargon for some numbers aren’t coming out right and they needed him at the store. In reality it meant that security at the hideaway had been breached and the place was under attack.
When he got to the Agency he discovered two men with machine guns had fired on the cabin. Of course, Thaw was kept in an underground cell so he was safe. One agent had been killed before the new super magnet defense system disarmed the two men. They were now lodged in cells next to Thaw.
The most disturbing thing is that somehow they had found the place. There had to be a leak in the Agency.
Agent 012 just knew this was not going to be his day but he did have the lunch box.

The ten word challenge- Save the Flea Market

The Falling Leaves flea market which was held every October was held to raise money for the Children’s Service Society that worked at keeping kids out of trouble , a truly superlative objective.
So Bonnie McGuire who was a fervid believer in helping kids decided to give Aunt Bessy’s bonnet in the attic to them to sell. “I’m a believer” she said to one of the staff members “and though the bonnet has been in my family for many generations I want you to have it.”
“I’m so glad” the staff member replied, “ Someone has been spreading disinformation about us and this is causing some people to hold back. Blush Limraw has accused us of being communist on his radio show based on those pamphlets. It‘s as if a masked man came and robed our kids and we can’t get an answer to the question ’who was that masked man. How do you confront people you can’t see. “
Bonnie went home and called her brother Bob down at the TV station. Two nights later the TV station did an hour special on the Society with testimonies from some of the kids that they had helped now become adults. One was , even, a Pastor. After that even Limraw backed off. The flea market went well and they raised more money than any other year with people insisting on paying more than the listed price “ to help the kids”. But they never did find out who had put out the pamphlets

The mini challenge-Watch out for Frogs

Charming David Angeeer was flabbergasted that his plan to crush the Falling Leaves flea market had failed. “ I even fooled that idiot Blush Limraw “ he thought, “ and yet I failed” He was determined to make them pay for taking his mother’s heirlooms when she offered them. He knew in his heart they should have been his. First he tried to push various government agencies on them but every investigation showed them to be squeaky clean. Then he tried spreading lies. Now he found himself deep in the forest on his way to the hut where a witch supposedly lived. He was ready to pay he her a huge sum of money to put a curse on the flea market.
She met him at the door and he was surprised to see how beautiful she looked. He had expected an old hag. He explained to her what he wanted and that he would pay generously to have it done.
When he finished his explanation she asked if he would look for some other way to reach his goal if she turned him down. He assured her he would even resort to murder if he had to because they were going to pay.
She shook her head and waved her hand. And that’s how the charming David Angeeer became a charming bull frog.
The Children’s Service Society would appreciate if you refrained from kissing frogs just in case, particularly charming frogs.

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

But She Died

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

They saw her fall from the high cliff.
They saw the raging river carry her body away.
Her body was never found but she was dead.
They were so sure they held a beautiful memorial service.

But now he saw her waking on the street.
Certainly that is impossible unless this is

a soap opera.

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Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the eighteenth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE
Moreless the Wizard covered him with a protective spell so Sir Laughsalot got on his horse and went to fight the witch.
The witch screamed her spell at him but it had no effect . His horse, however, turned into a large frog.
He cut off her head.
He couldn't ride a frog but he tried.

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

The Dalton Story

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. . Click on the word for a definition:
tortiloquy; montivagant; & vultuous

The latest headline in the Daily Globe read “ Dalton ( Whiplash) Soakum’s tortiloquy fools nobody.”
In the article that followed they printed his latest speech in full and then ran pictures of the conditions that the tenants lived under to illustrate the lies Dalton was telling.
Dalton bought time on the local television station and with as vultuous a countenance as possible claimed the paper was running a vendetta against him. It did not seem to have much effect.
The police were still trying to discover who shot at the Editor. On an anonymous tip they had stopped a montivagant visitor. Under the back seat of his car they found a gun. Bullets fired from it matched the bullet fired at the editor. It looked like an open and shut case except the man had no motive and claimed not to know how the gun got there.. It was wiped clean of prints which was also strange. There might be more to this case than they first thought.

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. What looks like bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.

Truth Not Spoken

The tortiloquy of the congressman
Fooled his followers out of hand
Claimed to be a montivagant sort
Traveled by boat to every port
Climbed every mountain you could name
Was well versed in hunting game
When the truth they began to trace
A vultuous visage was his face
For out of Chicago he’d never been
Not even as far as New Berlin

His truth
political tortiloquy
Your truth

Smokes Camels
Montivagant cowboy
Eats Wheaties

Much loss
Vultuous visage
Then new

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

A Biker Story

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

Geofrey claimed to have been born on a bike.
That was almost the truth. His father had taken his mother to the hospital on a Ariel Red Hunter and almost didn’t make it. But he was born in a hospital. His wife swore he would have brought his bike to bed with him is she would have let him.
Now none of this would be a problem if the Big G had just stayed young. But he didn’t. As he grew old arthritis settled into his knees. This made bike riding very painful for him and somewhat dangerous as well. Any good rider knows you need those knees for control. If he took the medication to dull the pain it made him less alert not a good condition for a rider.
Because of his wife’s fears he went to most places, now, in his red sports car.
It was okay but not as good as the bike. But every Friday, rain or shine he got on the bike and rode down to “ Joe’s Fishin Shack” for the fish fry. It was a ritual, more than that it was his ritual.
His wife begged him to give it up. “We can take the boat out on Friday
and you can catch your own fish”.
She pleaded.” Then. I’ll fry them up for you and you know how good fresh caught fish are when I cook them.”
But he wouldn’t listen. It was his bike and his ritual. He didn’t even waver when she told him that if he sold the bike he could buy that expensive ivory carved temple to complete his collection of ivory carvings.
No! It was his ritual and that was that.
Then came that horrible Friday night . There was a thunder storm and it was raining heavily. but it was Friday and it was his ritual. So off he went . He woke up in the hospital. His bike was ruined. He had a broken arm , cracked ribs and his knees were literally destroyed. It took months of surgery to put him back together. Both knees were replaced and he had pins in his arm but he was ready to come home. They had taught him how to walk again but wonder of wonders there was no pain in his knees.
Now he was home again. His wife took him by the hand and lead him out to the garage there in perfect condition was a 1980 Harley Davidson just like the one destroyed in the accident. It was unbelievable. She knew he loved that bike and had searched long and hard to find one. “There was even enough insurance money left over to get you that ivory temple “ she said.
If he had ever doubted it he knew he had married the right woman.

Raven's Challenge 75

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: reluctant, sacrilege, territory, humiliating, master of ceremonies, gesture, dirty deed, crumbling, thaw, token
For the mini challenge: official portrait, personal bank account, shoulder bone, unbearable, widow

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

The backup crew from the Agency finally arrived and they brought the equipment Agent 012 asked for. With the reluctant cooperation of the riverboat Captain he set it up in the hallway one had to pass through to get on or off the boat. He inserted the poison dart into the machine and then seated himself behind a desk at the exit end and waited. After what seemed like an unbearable time people began to leave. Agent 012 made small talk with them and told them he was there to spot cheaters then with a token gesture moved them on. Over one hundred people went by and 012 was no closer to catching the dart shooter . But he had scared a number of people who were cheating. The only excitement was when philanthropist Hamlin Moneeee came through. Usually he leaves through a VIP exit and he felt it was humiliating to make him go through the same exit procedures as the rif raf . He demanded to know who was responsible for this sacrilege so they could be made to pay. It seems he was good friends with every political figure in the territory and somebody’s head would roll. Agent 012 looked him in the eye and said “ Your not a cheater so please move on”. Finally at two in the morning it happened. The man who was the Master of Ceremonies for the evening program came through and the red light went on. 012 pushed a button and two agents entered and tried to take the man out. Suddenly he raised his arm and from his shirt sleeve a dart flew into the neck of the Agent. The Agent fell to the floor. 012 reacted by karate chopping the suspects arm breaking his shoulder bone. The arm fell limp and would fire no more darts.
“ So you’re the man who did the dirty deed” 012 said.” Who are you working for? “
“I’ll never talk “ the man said with a sneer.
“Look man! You just killed an Agent of an Agency so secret even the President doesn’t know we exist. If you don’t tell us what we want to know we are simply going to fly you over Lake Michigan and drop you in. Nobody will ever know. Then again we could let his widow , also an Agent use you for target practice. I bet she could make a lot of holes before you die. Tell us what we want to know and we will turn you over to the police and you can take your chances with the Court. ” 012 proclaimed.
One could see the resistance of the killer crumbling as he contemplated his fate
Even while this was happening his fingerprints had uploaded to the Agency. They had determined him to be Phobus Thaw a one-time con man. They had seized and examined his personal bank account records. They even had a copy of his official portrait that was made for the Riverboat Company.
Finally faced with all that they knew about him and what they might do to him Thaw told them he was working for Hamlin Moneeee . I can prove it . I have his private number and if you remember he was in the room when I shot that traitor.
This was turning out to be 012’s Day.

The ten word challenge-The Gold Watch

As a token of appreciation for his years of service the Master of Ceremonies presented Detective Robert Roberts with a gold watch. Robert who had been reluctant to come to the dinner in his honor thanked the department for the kind gesture. He was not at all sure he deserved the watch given his humiliating performance on his last case. He had the crook ,whose dirty deeds were legendary, trapped in the crumbling old building. The shot he fired at him ricocheted off of two walls and hit the Police Chief in the butt. Shooting your own chief was sacrilege . You just didn’t do it.
When the dinner was over he left for the Northern Territory so that he could get there before the ice began to thaw and relax with some ice fishing. He fully intended to put the Chief’s behind behind him and start a new life.

The mini challenge-Condolences

Chief Henry Nokeys posed for his official portrait standing up since the bullet in his behind gave him unbearable pain when he sat down. When he had been shot in the shoulder and the bullet glanced off his shoulder bone it had hurt but nothing like this. He had one more thing he had to do before going to the hospital to get the bullet removed. He had to bring his condolences to Robert Roberts widow. Her husband, a great detective had died while ice fishing and was found frozen in the lake.
Hiring the man who made the accident happen had put a large dent in the Chief’s personal bank account but he couldn’t let somebody who shot him in the butt and caused him such pain walk away with a gold watch. Even as he knocked on the widow’s door he wondered what happened to that watch.

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

Flash 55-Fortune Teller

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

Once upon a time there was a very short fortune-teller
who was sent to a very tough prison.
She hated that prison.

So being a very clever person she conned the guard into letting her escape.
She fled to somewhere in Florida and hid there.
Since then she has been a

small medium at large.

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Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the seventeenth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE

Good King Underwear wanted to make a pumpkin pie but the only pumpkin available was the Shining Knight.
Sir Laugsalot found this funny and fell off his chair laughing.He would, however, have protected the pumpkin.
Just in time Moreless, the sometimes court wizard, found the right spell and turned him back to A knight.

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

Quilly Words-Brave Editor

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. . Click on the word for a definition:
rogitate; solipsistic; & nequient

The Brave Editor

The banner headline of The Daily Globe read “ When will Dalton ( Whiplash) Soakum put aside his solipsistic attitude and begin treating his tenants as people?” It had been the banner headline seven days in a row and the same question was repeated word for word,at least four times, in the article following .
Finally Dalton marched into the editorial office of the Globe and demanded to know if the question had been rogiated enough times yet.
When would they stop persecuting him.
The editor explained they had more than enough information for at least another eight weeks and all of it was verified and checked by the paper’s staff of lawyers.
They would , of course, stop running the articles when the suggested improvements were made to the various properties. The paper was afraid , however, that Dalton is nequient in the art of compromise which is required for the changes to happen.
Dalton left threatening law suits of all kinds and making physical threats to the person of the editor.
The editor was not afraid as he knew the paper’s lawyers were the best in town and that when it came to fighting Dalton was nequient in that art as well.
What he was not prepared for was the bullet that smashed through his car window just missing his head. He assumed it had been fired by Dalton but would he be able to prove it? Only time would tell.
But the rogitation would continue, of that he was sure.

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. What looks like bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.

His Hell

Solipsistic ideas served him well
As he worked his way to hell
Nequient of the caring arts
His success off the charts
His friends died alone
No love ever shown
His hell was to hear them cry
With the rogitated question why.
From now until eternity
That was his penalty.

Who?
Rogitate
Why?

Me first
Solipsistic
You last

Dumb
Nequient
Deficient

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

Raven's Challenge 74

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: fair warning, hormones, journalism, philanthropist, burgeoning, running the bulls, saturation, tossed in the towel, whine, indelicate details
And for the mini: hard labor, lurid, quick fix, sizable contributions, trumpet

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Agent 012 was not one to whine but he had a sizable list of complaints to give to the Agency about its lack of support on this mission . He was running the burgeoning list through his head when he accidentally knocked over his drink and he hadn’t had a single sip. Here he was on a riverboat talking to a potential suspect in the attempted oil refinery bombing when he did such a stupid thing.
“ How did you know” the man asked looking with horror at the drink.” How did you know?”
Agent 012 who just a few moments ago almost tossed in the towel on this one as a suspect now responded like a journalism major to a lead. “ We’ve known about you for some time and I’m giving you fair warning that if you don’t tell us who gave the orders you will just disappear” he said. “Then when the lab is through with you we fly you to Spain where you will be thrown in with a raging bull . Your body will be dumped on the street during the running the bulls celebration. You will be just another tragedy of a stupid tradition”
“I didn’t want to do it but this guy forced me to. He knew all about an incident when my hormones got the best of me and my wife was visiting her mother. He threatened to tell my wife all the lurid indelicate details if I didn’t cooperate. His name was ...” He stopped in mid speech and fell forward.
A quick examination showed a poison dart in his neck. Somebody didn’t want his talking. The question is who.
This had to be the day the great philanthropist Hamlin Moneeee, known for his sizable contributions to just about everything was onboard .His being there had been trumpeted for days in advance and had lead to a saturation crowd on this day. Any one of them could have fired the dart. Agent 012 knew there would be no quick fix to this problem. What was ahead for him was plain old hard labor of the detective kind. Where were the extra agents he was promised ?
He didn’t think this was going to be his day.

The ten word challenge-Just Bull

Joe’s running the bulls to keep them fit was always preceded by fair warning to the other farm hands and the hanging of the red banner with a bull in the center.
There was a time he didn’t run the bulls but that was before PAPO ( Picky Animal People Organization) whined to that journalism class. The stories that followed contained lots of indelicate details on how the poor bulls were treated causing their hormones to get out of control. Most of what was said , of course, was not true but how do you fight such a burgeoning saturation of articles? So he tossed in the towel and agreed to PAPO’s demands. One of which was running the bulls at least twice a week.
On the day in question philanthropist Hamlin Moneeee one of the largest contributors to PAPO decided to check things out for himself. He was cutting across the field when the running the bulls began. They ran over him. The funeral will be held Tuesday and the law suits will be filed the following week.
Hamlin was told to stay out of the field but you know PAPO.

The mini challenge-Fixing the Band

The band director hoped that the new and sizable contributions to the band along with some hard labor would bring a quick fix to the band’s problems. They had lived down the stories of the actions of their lurid trumpet player who was now history. It was the sound they needed to work on and new instruments would help considerably in that area. The new outfits would add to their self esteem and all that was left was to practice, practice, practice. Their very first concert after the change would feature a marvelous new piece of music called “ Save the Bulls”. The concert would be dedicated to the memory of Hamlin Moneee who had made it all possible.

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

Flash 55- The Crook

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story.

Calendar Crook

He was new at this being a crook.
He assumed the old calendar he stole had value.
It didn't.
He ended up getting caught.
After a long and totally weird trial the jury found him guilty.
The judge looked at him and said " Because of your crime I am going to give you

twelve months.

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Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the sixteenth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE

The King sent Sir Laughsalot and the Shining Knight to fight the dreaded Mountain Witch.
When they arrived she turned Shining into a pumpkin.
Sir Laughsalot thought that was so funny he fell off his horse laughing.
The Witch left.
Still laughing He brought the pumpkin back to the square table and its first chair.

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A Finnish joke-translated and cut to 55 words

Home from the Winter War

"When you came home, when the war was over, what was the first thing you did?"

"I made passionate love to my wife," Jussi replied bluntly.

What did you do after that?"

"I did it again," he answered.

" What did you do when you were finished ?"

"I took off my skis and had a beer."

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

Quilly

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. . Click on the word for a definition

sevidical; morsicant; veteratorian

The Doctor told him that he was perfectly healthy and that he had no sores of any kind. Nevertheless the morsicant pain continued. It never let up, not in the morning and defiantly not in the night.
It had all started when the gypsies came to High Cloud River and the complaints started to come in to his office. All over High Cloud River people were being scammed in one way or another. So as Mayor he had gone on the local station and in what seemed like a sevidical manner he denounced the gypsies and told people to stay away from them.
Their response was a veteratorian curse. At noon on the day after his broadcast and old Gypsy Lady , wearing traditional gypsy garb, appeared in front of his office and loudly proclaimed “ This man will from now until he apologizes feel the Gypsy bite”.
Thus began the morsicant sensations in various parts of his body.
He had flown to Chicago to talk to an expert on Gypsy curses. He was told that Gypsies had no magic powers. The curse only worked because he, the Mayor, believed it worked. That was the veteratorian nature of the curse.
So the Mayor tried not believing. He pretended the biting pain was not happening. He told himself over and over that it wasn’t real. But it did not go away.
Finally in desperation he went on television and apologized to the Gypsies for his sevidical words.
Immediately the biting sensation ceased.
The curse was over or at least he believed it was over which just might be the same thing.

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. What looks like bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.

New Truck?

Morsicant sensations the poor man gets
Whenever down upon the seat he sits
Causing speech in a sevidical manner
Words never written on a banner
No veteratorian technique here
Not with countenance so severe
Such pain to acrasia leads
From that soon follows deeds
His actions might risable seem
Certainly way off the beam.
So get a new seat for the old truck
Or in the pain cycle be stuck.

Soft & kind
sevdical
Mean & nasty

Peaceful
Morsicant
Bees Swarm

Above board
Veteratorian
Devious Actions


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

Portrait of Words-Charlie

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

Beatrice had applied for a summer job with the county health department. She had hoped to get a job in the Happy Valley Nusring and Extend care home.
Instead she ended up at Bay Cliff Health camp. Her dad had lent her his old car to drive up to the camp and so she could drive home on her days off.
That’s when she discovered, for a counselor , there were no days off. You were with the kids every day all day an all night long. They did have a rest counselor who watched over the kids, while they napped after lunch for two hours, and again once you got them all washed up and ready for bed, you got three hours off to hang with the other counselors. But that was it. Otherwise rain or shine you were with the kids.
Beatrice was a good counselor she took her cabin on two great over night adventures. On one they slept in tents next to a beautiful waterfall.
The kids just loved that trip
And once to the shores of beautiful Lake Superior.
Another great adventure.
One little girl , Pamela by name, was there because she was going blind. The instructors at the cam including one that was blind worked with her every day. She was learning Braille. She was being helped to use modern talking computers. In two months they tried to teach her all they ould.
What made Beatrice sad is ever night when she said her prayer she would add at the end “ and make sure God that when I’m blind Charlie will still love me”. It broke her heart to think that this Charlie character might be so cruel as to withhold his love just because she went blind. But every night the same prayer.
The day camp ended Pamela wanted her parents to meet the Bee , that what she called Beatrice, the best counselor in the world. She told Bee that she hoped Charlie would come with them and she could introduce her to Charlie. Bee hoped so as well as she wanted to tell Charlie about the prayer.
The parents arrive and the little girl ran to meet them. “Did you bring Charlie”, she asked.
“ Of course Dear”, her mother responded.
Here is Charlie Pamela said to Bee and handed her a dog.
Bee had no doubt Charlie would love Pamela.

Raven's Challenge 73

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: riverboat, procrastinaton, drank, demons, invisible, candle, enough, film stars, summer job, computer
For the mini: general demeanor, surprisingly, masked man, reach, standards

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Poor Agent 012 understood this was no time for procrastination as in a few moments he would be blown to bits and all of the oil storage depot would go up in flames. The timer that would set off this wave of destruction was just out of his reach . The fact that he was chained to a barrel of explosives didn’t help any as it was just too heavy too move. “First things first “, he thought and raised his foot to be level with the timer. Then he pressed a button on his shirt and a foam shot from his shoe engulfing the timer and surprisingly stopping it. Agent 012 breathed a sigh of relief and then set about getting loose. First he thought about using the blow torch in his watch to burn through the chain but then he realized that it might make the barrel hot enough to explode. So he used his shoe phone to call for help and the Agency sent a crew to free him.
The explosives were removed and Agent 012 looked for clues. There were, of course, no fingerprints and the explosives were part of a batch stolen from the Army Warehouse in Las Angeles . He did find stuck on the bottom of one of the barrels a brochure for the “Masked Man Riverboat”.
It was one of those places where people drank, gambled, and watched shows put on by pretend film stars that were really college students with a great summer job.
Having no other clues Agent 012 decided to pay a visit to the riverboat. He noted, at once, a man whose general demeanor suggested by anybody’s standards that he was wrestling with invisible inner demons. Agent 012 invited him to sit and have a drink with him. The man poured out his story .
It seems he was a computer programmer by trade. His job was very stressful so he decided to take a four day holiday on the riverboat.
Agent 012 thought the guy doesn’t understand stress . Computer programmer doesn’t hold a candle to secret Agent for stress. He also decided there was nothing to be gained from this guy and turned to leave. He didn’t notice him put the powder in his drink.
It looks like this might not be his day either.

The ten word challenge-Good Job?

Sorting pictures of film stars on a computer was not Felicias idea of a great summer job. She had tried for that wonderful job on the riverboat but they didn’t think she had enough talent. The person that had the job before was fired for procrastination and because he drank on the job. This , she decided, was the kind of job that drives you to drink . After a while you begin to see dancing demons in the computer pixels that make up the pictures. She wished they would stay invisible as it made sorting hard. Sometimes she pretended these were paper pictures and she was sorting them by candle light but it didn’t help much.
She was sure if she didn’t quit soon she would have to spend everything she earned on a psychiatrist. But she could take up drinking.

The mini challenge-Good Crook

The masked man that was robbing the local banks seemed to have some kind of standards he went by. First of all his general demeanor was surprisingly polite. He always said “ Please give me the money”. And he always said “ Thank you when he got it”. He never reached over the counter. He never pushed anybody. When he shot the bank guard in the foot he said he was sorry several times. He was as polite and kind as a masked man could be. The paper’s took to calling him “ The Gentleman Robber” and people were almost sad when he was caught.

All fifteen words in one sentence -Haunted

Surprisingly he believed that the riverboat , home of his summer job, was filled with invisible demons , the ghosts of former film stars, real enough to carry a candle just out of his reach and that of the transparent masked man whose general demeanor was outside of all standards for third level ghosts and so his procrastination and the fact he drank too much got him sent back to his computer job in the office.

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

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Friday 55- Suicide

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story.

The End of it All

They came to wonderful Paris in love.
He would love her forever and ever.
She found somebody else.
Now he stood on the bridge alone.
He was ready to jump.
Life had no meaning without her.
He could end it all now.
But if he jumped here his friends would say he was in

Seine.

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Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the fifteenth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE

With Sir Looseleg's wooden arm under attack by broken tooth termites the King has made The Knight in Shining Armour his new first chair.
Sir Laughsalot , who is fifth chair, keeps saying, over and over, " I know a Secret".
Then he laughs so hard he falls off his chair which is upsetting to the King.

Quilly's Words are Back

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story. Quilly gave us these three words before she went on vacation and set today as the date for the story. Click on the word for a definition

acrasia; murklins; & oncethmus

The Bad Daughter

How long would she have to put up with his oncethmus. It was bad enough during the day but even murklins it continued. It was a good job she didn’t have acrasia or he would be dead already . Still the problem remained and she would have to deal with it. He was her father and she really did want to take care of him but he never shut up and was so darned loud. She had heard all his stories at least ten times. She was tired of being told what a good daughter would do and how wonderful her mother had been. He was so rude that few of her friends even came to visit.
But today it would end.
Today she would be the bad daughter he told her she was.
Today the ambulance would come and take him to the Nursing Home.
Today was independence day.
She might even do some oncethmus to rejoice.

And of course with Quilly's words comes the required 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. What looks like bad haiku is really qiku where the middle line must always contain a Quilly word.

Smart Lady Killer

Her acrasia drove her to kill
His blood she had to spill
Despite the oncethmus of the press
For a quick end to the mess
She kept him murklins about the crime
Thus gaining precious time
The bacchante to careffuly frame
She was good at this game

Angry
Acrasia
Loving

Falling
Murklins
Stairs

Donkey
Oncethmus
Politician

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