Raven's Challenge 82

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle

This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be:Tibetan sky, symbols, won’t you come home Bill Baily, shadow figures, brain cortex, practice makes perfect, life, start of school, lavender, chow down

And for the mini: mental hospital, falling leaves, apple cider, packing crates, clues

A Mega Challenge
Crazy Thoughts

Won’t you come home Bill Baily
That stupid song played daily
He was painting a Tibetan sky
Never ever sure as to why
Symbols danced in his head
Lavender never ever red
Apple cider and packing crates
Two pair of boys ice skates
Shadow figures in falling leaves
DaVinci code clues from thieves
Chow down he has to eat
Then the process repeat
Paint it all over again and again
Practice makes perfect my friend
Brain cortex hurt at start of school
Life in mental hospital so cool.

The Ten Word Challenge

Dragon Mental Care

It’s time to tell you a bit more about us dragons. We bet you didn’t know we have our own mental hospital. It is located in Tibet under a beautiful Tibetan sky filled with symbols of peace and tranquility. Here there are dragons whose brain cortex was injured in the human dragon wars for the most part. There are a few who shredded brain tissue flying to close to jet planes. Our resident psychologist does the best she can like matching dragons to room colors. It seems that brain damaged dragons like lavender best of all.
But brain damage is brain damage and the results are often weird. One old dragon goes around all day swatting at shadow figures that he says won’t stop singing “ Won’t you come home Bill Bailey”. You have to stay out of his way because he swats hard. Of course he has had lots of practice and practice makes perfect.
Life here at Dragon Rest is very peaceful. There is none of that start of school nonsense that some places have. We know they can’t be taught. We just want them to be as happy as possible.
We make chow down or meals the best part of the day. They are served special dragon treats like frogs stewed in peanut butter , spiders boiled in apple cider, and , of course, whole American buffaloes . We dragons do care for our own.

The Mini Challenge- Magic to Magic

The High Dragon Council met in a back room of the Dragon Rest Mental Hospital. Each dragon had been served a plate of spiders boiled in apple cider and a jug of special apple cider as well.
The plates were seated neatly on the packing crates in front of each dragon. It was an urgent meeting as secret agent " Falling Leaves" had reported that there were clues leading one to believe that Phrog and company were calling in the magicians. This was not good news as it meant that sheer force would not return their shrine. Now it would be dragon magic against the stupid magic of the Order of the Salamanders. That could get really messy. Humans could get hurt. This was not a good thing.
Perhaps, we need to try diplomacy and find some way to share the shrine.

55 with a Raven side

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.
With a nod to Raven and Quilly
( This week's Raven's words were really, really, really horrible -33 words)
Every week a nice lady named Raven gives us fifteen words and phrases to use in a story. Here we try to use those words and phrases in a flash 55.This week's words are: Tibetan sky, symbols, won’t you come home Bill Baily, shadow figures, brain cortex, practice makes perfect, life, start of school, lavender, chow down, mental hospital, falling leaves, apple cider, packing crates, clues

Hallucinations

In the Falling Leaves Mental Hospital he could see shadow figures holding life symbols beneath a lavender Tibetan sky while he sang won't you come home Bill Bailey again as practice makes perfect. His apple cider on packing crates gave clues to his brain cortex on the start of school and when to chow down.

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And Now for something completely different. And we mean completely different.
First there is poetry- written well by a few experts. You know it when you see it.

Then there is poetic drivel- written by many. Lots of fun and often punny.

Then below them all is quivel.
The following is quivel.
It in no way even pretends to be poetry or drivel.
Instead it is something that looks like a poem, uses at least three of Quilly’s words.
In this case it is also a flash 55 quivel since it has eleven lines with exactly five words to a line. Click on the special words for definitions. Please, again, note this is a quivel it does not pretend to be a poem or even poetic drivel.

Finding a Wife

The mariturient man was odd
Wanted us to play God.
Find a woman for him
Isangelous and so very trim
Not the openly ossifragant type
One not prone to gripe
One he could not obstrigillate
This surely his intended fate
Should prefer a ruricolous life
With an absence of strife
This to be perfect wife

Quilly's Old Old Words

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

Click on the blue highlighted words for definitions.
obstrigillate ; ossifragant ; mariturient

Bob decided not to obstrigillate his mariturient cousin since she had thrown him down once with an ossifragant result.

The mariturient dragon afraid that at 500 years life was passing her by and with an ossifragant desire to sit an egg could not obstrigillate the young dragon’s advances.

In the ring she was an ossifragant wrestler that nobody could obstrigillate but outside she was a mariturient lady who kept her occupation hidden from potential suitors.

If you called her a mariturient lady she would obstrigillate the title with sometimes ossifragant results as she was convinced it was her brother that was the mariturient one.

Only an ossifragant accident would be a force strong enough to obstrigillate the walking down the aisle of the mariturient lady.

If you are a mariturient man or woman these words won’t help you any. Perhaps you should quit your obstrilligation of on line dating. I know that some people had ossifragant experience with people they met that way but others found an isangelous friend for life.

In any case Quilly’s words are just plain fun and by using them you bring them back from near death. Think of yourself as a word paladin and a bringer of a mellifluous new age.

Dang that Phrog

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

This is a frog.

We dragons have no problem with it. We do have a problem with Phrog. Phrog is the Mucky Muck High Beans of a Secret Society. The Royal Order of Dragons are trying very hard to get along with that society. But to be honest with you Phrog and company are quite standoffish and difficult to relate to.
Our latest fight comes over the shrine of the Dragon Queen which they want to call the Sacred Shrine of the Salamander . Aside from the fact there is clearly nothing sacred about Salamanders we found it first. You have to fly a long way down a peaceful river to get there. Phrog can’t even fly. They had to go by boat. The shrine is ours.
The Dragon Council will meet and if Phrog is not careful he could end up as Phrog pie. That would be very tasty.
Our lawyer Nerstorica Snodgrass, shown here with her pet cactus, says we have a great case if it were to go to Court. But she doesn’t think Secret Societies should fight in Court too many secrets end up leaking out. She recommends that we get tough as we are bigger than they are.
But we are a peaceful group. We really don’t want to use force. Our lawyer attended too many wild west shows on her vacation. She forgets diplomacy is better than war.
So we have decided to give Phrog and his bunch a week to clear out of our shrine. After that the Council will meet again and this time we might listen to our lawyer.

Raven's Challenge 81

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: dangerous, engine, sullenly, bespoke, evergreen, bauble, medicine, freight, destined, tinsel

And for the mini: carbon, feelers, outright, ballet, fizzing

A Mega Challenge
An old word better forgoten

Bespoke software made for you
Now suits can be bespoke too
Dangerous this word to use
Destined for outright abuse
Can there be bespoke freight?
Sullenly I contemplate
A bespoke engine free of gas
Evergreen help in its class
Fizzing medicine now bespoke
Makes us well ,that’s no joke
Bespoke baubles in lady’s wear
Carbon feelers hanging there
Bespoke tinsel for your tree
A bespoke ballet for you to see
An old word come back to life
In my poor head causes strife

The Ten Word Challenge

A Dragon Adventure

Once upon a time deep in the evergreen forest there lived a very dangerous dragon who would fly out to the nearest human freight station and steal precious baubles. The owner of the station saw his profit being destroyed and was afraid his lifestyle of bespoke suits, fancy cars with big engines, and trips to Tinsel Town would end. So he sullenly swore that the dangerous dragon was destined to die at his hand. He was so determined to carry out his threat that he went to an auction of items from a twelfth century castle and bid on what the auctioneer said was rumored to be the last of the great dragon slayer swords. The sword was supposed to have been given magic powers by the greatest magician of the time.
The owner then had his guard put on a suit of armor and stand on the loading dock with the sword in hand every evening. The dangerous dragon feeling the magic and seeing the guard never returned. The guard and his sword soon became the symbol for the company which changed its name to Knight of the Road Freight. The owner so wanted to kill the dragon and was so disappointed in his failure to do so that he became sick and needed expensive medicine just to survive.
The good news is that the dangerous dragon now gets his baubles from HSN on television.

Flash 55 Again

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.
With a nod to Raven and Quilly
( This week's Raven's words were really, really, really wonderful -15 words)
Every week a nice lady named Raven gives us fifteen words and phrases to use in a story. Here we try to use those words and phrases in a flash 55.This week's words are: dangerous, engine, sullenly, bespoke, evergreen, bauble, medicine, freight, destined, tinsel, carbon, feelers, outright, ballet, fizzing

The Fizzin Engin

The freight he was hauling consisted of evergreen branches, tinsel baubles, large medicine bottles and carbon feelers destined to be outright props in the Winter Ballet "Santa Bespoke".
Then his engine started fizzing. Was it dangerous ? He had no idea as it had never happened before. But he sullenly drove on hoping to reach town.

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And Now for something completely different. And we mean completely different.
First there is poetry- written well by a few experts. You know it when you see it.

Then there is poetic drivel- written by many. Lots of fun and often punny.

Then below them all is quivel.
The following is quivel.
It in no way even pretends to be poetry or drivel.
Instead it is something that looks like a poem, uses at least three of Quilly’s words.
In this case it is also a flash 55 quivel since it has eleven lines with exactly five words to a line. Click on the special words for definitions. Please, again, note this is a quivel it does not pretend to be a poem or even poetic drivel.

Bad Learning

Stop with the quibbleism now
She said to the talking cow
The cow obrument with pride
It never ever having lied
But casuistry it did enjoy
Such a very human ploy
So intransigent it then became
Could play their silly game
Talking on and saying naught
The cow was television taught
Words didn’t mean a lot

Quilly and More Words

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

Click on the blue highlighted words for definitions.
quibbleism; obrumpent; & temeration

He was told that his ceaseless quibbleism would not prevent people from seeing that the temeration of his wedding vows began with the obrument of the balloons.

It is a fact that constant quibbleism leads to many temerations of vows and this leads one to believe that obrumpent vows is the intent of such quibbling.


Obrumpent with pleasure he put aside his usual quibbleism to enjoy the spectacle of a Senator caught in the temeration of his campaign promises.

Obrumpent with self importance the silly dragon said things that lead to the temeration of his vows to the group never to enter into undragon like quibbleism.

The obrumpent of bombs were part of the war that began because of the temeration of promises one country made to the other They had tried to cover up the breaking with a barrage of quibblesim but to no avail.


Quilly's words are perfect if you wish to get really good at quibblesim. You can say much and nobody will know what you are saying. They are good in marriage as well. Give your wife a beautiful bouuquet of flowers and tell her you are considering tremeration of your wedding vows. She will think it's something wonderful.
Futher just knowing the words will allow you to be obrumpent with pride.

And if you begin to use Quilly's words on your blog people will notice your blog.
So be brave, step up. Use Quilly's words

Raven's Challenge 80

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Charitable, alligator, tribute, drunk, slave, preparation, carrots, mountainside, propeller, lark
For the mini challenge: chisel, worship, suicide, organic, plus

A Mega Challenge
Bad Man

The lark from the mountainside
Now caged somewhere inside
Is as much a slave as ever was
That fact makes one pause
The alligator in the zoo
It’s a slave you know it’s true
Would commit suicide
But even that is denied
You worship in the house of God
While on their rights you trod
Being as charitable as we can be
The best preparation that we see
Is a tribute to your greed
Of a Zoo there is no need
Drunk with power you’re the man
They have to fit your plan
Propeller planes plus boats as well
Bring animals to your hell
Chisel them in statues great
Never mind their real fate
Organic carrots for your meal
They get food with no appeal
Perhaps some far future day
Something puts you in Zoo to stay.
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
What else is there to say?

The Ten Word Challenge

One Very Ticked Dragon

One of your so called experts, Professor Linus T. Lark, has really ticked us dragons off. He suggested that dragons evolved from mountainside alligators. He must have been drunk. We notice your human experts do a lot of drinking. We also notice that ,no matter how silly, you humans tend to be slaves to the opinions of your experts. We are trying very hard to be charitable here but we are so upset. Our Holy Book clearly states that before the Great Creator created the earth He created dragons out of nothing. “We came from nothing we go to nothing” we say at every funeral. It is how we make preparation for the life yet to come. You know where there will always be carrots for all.
How dare you people ,who wear hats with little propellers , dare to attack our Holy Book. Can those hats make you fly?
I would have eaten your expert as a tribute to the Book but the other dragons reminded me that would break the Accords. In four hundred years no dragon has done that. But if he keeps pushing?
What next? People evolving from Monkeys?

55 Mountainside

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.
With a nod to Raven and Quilly

( This week's Raven's words were really, really, really wonderful -15 words)
Every week a nice lady named Raven gives us fifteen words and phrases to use in a story. Here we try to use those words and phrases in a flash 55.This week's words are: Charitable, alligator, tribute, drunk, slave, preparation, carrots, mountainside, propeller, lark, chisel, worship, suicide, organic, plus

No Shrine Here

Lark Alligator raised organic carrots plus radishes on the mountainside . The garden was a tribute to his slaving at chiseling away rock in it's preparation .Now some drunk had crashed his propeller driven plane in a suicide act of mountain worship. Lark did not feel charitable when they wanted to make it into a shrine.

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And Now for something completely different. And we mean completely different.
First there is poetry- written well by a few experts. You know it when you see it.

Then there is poetic drivel- written by many. Lots of fun and often punny.

Then below them all is quivel.
The following is quivel.
It in no way even pretends to be poetry or drivel.
Instead it is something that looks like a poem, uses at least three of Quilly’s words.
In this case it is also a flash 55 quivel since it has eleven lines with exactly five words to a line. Click on the special words for definitions. Please, again, note this is a quivel it does not pretend to be a poem or even poetic drivel.

The Good Life

To live a ruricolous life
To put aside urban strife
Live with the outdoor crew
Ponsak a bird or two
No stiricide in winter there
Winter walk without a prayer
This is my daily dream
impossible as it may seem
Where noises do not viliorate
Man and nature do cooperate
there is no passing hate.

Quilly's Magic Words

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

Click on the blue highlighted words for definitions.
.ponask; stiricide; & ruricolous

The poor bird left its ruricolous life to live near the barn in order to be warm but then stiricide ended its life and it was ponasked by the farmer.

People who live a ruricolous life know enough not to ponask a bird by the barn in winter because of the danger of stiricide.

In his rush to escape from being ponasked the little dragon caused a stiricide killing the man who had chased him from his ruricolous life.

After he almost died from the stiricide Fredrick became a vegetarian and pledged to respect all ruricolous life and never again to ponask a bird.

The practical Manuel on Ruricolous Living, written in 1753, illustrated both how to ponask a bird and keep from being killed by a stiricide.


I can not promise you that if you begin to use Quilly's words there will be no stiricide from your house this winter. Quilly's words won't help you ponask a poor partridge if you insist on shooting birds. And I'm sorry to say that Quilly's words can't give you any of the benefits of ruricolous living.
But if you begin to use Quilly's words on your blog people will notice your blog.
So be brave, step up. Use Quilly's words

Portrait of Words

Before we get to the story we dragons want to thank Southlakes mom and her Daughter for our new logo.

This is our first Portrait of Words so please be kind to us. We decided to do it because we felt soory for Thom and Dr. John. They put in all that time and effort and so few people play so we joined in.

Searching for a Dragon

A Portrait of Words

It was a beautiful day , the sun was shining, and the white high clouds hung in dragon formations urging Kevin on.
He was halfway between the River of Mystery and Two Dragons Lake in the far North of Canada. He had stopped for a short rest before portaging the rest of the way. On his back he was carrying his canoe, everything he needed to camp for the night,
and the last of those wonderful peanut butter cookies his sister had made for him before he left the States.
The day had started well. He saw a squirrel and decided to see one this far North was a good omen. It might even have been a shape shifting dragon.
As far back as he could remember Kevin had only one real goal in life, he wanted to see a real dragon. Because of that he had mastered more languages than the average person knew existed. This language mastery both paid the bills and allowed him to read everything ever written about dragons. He knew that up until four hundred years ago dragons seemed to be everywhere. Then there was something vaguely referred to as the Accord and they ceased to exist. There were after that point no dragon sightings, no dragon attacks, no fossil records and that was that. All that was left were the folk tales .
Kevin looked around the little clearing where had stopped. It was filled with beautiful flowers. In the back of his mind he remembered some folk tale that said dragons love these flowers.
He felt that he was getting closer.
He hoisted the canoe onto his back and started up the trail again stopping only to pick up the can of worms he bought yesterday at the bait shop. Their big sign had reminded him that he had read that dragons love worms.
He just might need those.
Around four o’clock he reached the lake. He set up his tent and decided to put off exploring until tomorrow. He poured some water to rehydrate one of his meals, cooked it and sat back to just enjoy the lake.
That’s when the old man showed up.
“ Welcome! Kevin.” He said “ I’m the custodian of the lake.
We have decided that you can be trusted with the secret.”
At that the old man slowly became a dragon just a little taller than Kevin.
Then Kevin heard him speaking inside of his head. Kevin learned that he was to tell nobody what he had seen. He would be give an ancient amulet to carry with him. When it became warm he would know a dragon was near. He was on the edge of a new adventure.
“Would you like a worm ?” Kevin asked the dragon.
“ Don’t be silly dragons hate worms. But catch us some fish. We love fish”.

Raven's Challenge 80

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be:Spam, perpetual motion, sprinkle, telephone pole, stains, alphabetical, surgery, flattery, liberty, preservation
For the mini challenge: shadows, singularity, Florida, caterpillars, copy

A Mega Challenge

My Surgery

Hickory Dickory Dock
The Mouse ran up the clock
But the clock was a telephone pole
And Florida was the goal
The mouse in perpetual motion ran
Too many shadows to get a tan
Caterpillars sprinkle shiny stuff
Spam stains on lady’s rough
Alphabetical data falling down
Sailor on liberty begins to drown
Sugary flattery by a clown
Preservation of tree frogs project one
Copy over and it is done
This singularity in the life of mine
Came with surgery just in time.

The Ten Word Challenge

Dragons Like Spam

Believe it or not Dragons love Spam. Of course our Spam is a little different from yours. Ours is made from parts left over after human surgery. Our Spam industry even has an alphabetical lists of the hospitals that will supply us with the parts. The preservation process consists of dropping the parts into large bins with huge rollers the size of telephone poles which crush and flatten them. Then they are sprinkled into hot ovens and cooked. If you were to visit the plant it would look like perpetual motion with everything going at once. The final step is to press them into containers that look just like your Spam cans. You are at liberty to pick one up and try one before you leave the plant. We are not responsible for stains and flattery won’t get you another can.
Sometimes our Spam ends up in your stores. You may have had some for breakfast. You can tell if the Spam can is ours by looking at the bottom of the front side. Down on the left hand corner there will be a little tiny dragon.
Good eating to you all.

The Last Singularity

With a nod to Raven and Quilly
( This week's Raven's words were really, really wonderful -17 words)
Every week a nice lady named Raven gives us fifteen words and phrases to use in a story. Here we try to use those words and phrases in a flash 55.This week's words are:Spam, perpetual motion, sprinkle, telephone pole, stains, alphabetical, surgery, flattery, liberty, preservation, shadows, singularity, Florida, caterpillars, copy

The Last Singularity

When the singularity happened all surgery was performed by perpetual motion telephone pole like machines. Florida was under water, all caterpillars were gone, alphabetical Spam was the rage, machines that did not respond to flattery could copy themselves, stains weren't sprinkled away, and an effort at the preservation of liberty existed only in the shadows.

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And Now for something completely different. And we mean completely different.
First there is poetry- written well by a few experts. You know it when you see it.

Then there is poetic drivel- written by many. Lots of fun and often punny.

Then below them all is quivel.
The following is quivel.
It in no way even pretends to be poetry or drivel.
Instead it is something that looks like a poem, uses at least three of Quilly’s words.
In this case it is also a flash 55 quivel since it has eleven lines with exactly five words to a line. Click on the special words for definitions. Please, again, note this is a quivel it does not pretend to be a poem or even poetic drivel.

The Gnome's Treasure

The collected phalerae from Rome
Belonged to the little gnome
Old stibograms he also had
They always made him glad
Oporopolist sold him some berries
Food to share with fairies
Kept an operiment on them
An act one can’t condemn
Gnomes aren’t isangelous you know
Hitonious their mighty fisted blow
Don’t touch their phalerae , NO

Quilly's Wonderful Words

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.
oporopolist; phalerae; & stibogram
Click on the blue highlighted words for definitions.



The great detective studied the stibogram made at the scene of the murder of the oporopolist and noticed , for the first time, the phalerae half buried in the mud.



The oporopolist had noticed a large increase in business since he placed the cement stibograms leading up to his front door over which he hung the ancient six headed phalerae.

In ancient days there were no stibograms or oporopolists so hungry dragons had to follow real footprints to find a Roman Soldier that they ate phalerae and all.


You will look in vain if you try to find a phalerae from the first century that serves as a stibogram or depicts an oporopolist.

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Tom Mix, the local oporopolist, had the strange hobby of collecting both crime scene stibograms and ancient Roman phalerae.




If you begin to use Quilly's words on your blog people will notice your blog , as if you had posted stibograms pointing to it. Then create a modern phalerae for the logo and they will flock like people to an oporopolist displayng fresh fruit in front of the store. This is clearly not a risible matter.

So be brave, step up. Use Quilly's words.