flash 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.

This week no Raven's or Quilly's words so we just wrote a 55 word story.

The Knight had a terrible sharp sword.
The poor dragon tried to fly but his inured wing prevented it.
He turned and faced the Knight.
His flame would not come on.
He screamed loudly and

woke up.
It was a dream

Of course it had to be. Humans don't exist except in children's fairy tales.

Raven's Challenge 90

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
Words for this week's 10-word challenge are: love is a many splendored thing, trucks, inspector, symbols, rising, organic, liberation, costly, smug, naughty And for the mini: the nature of the beast, identical, charcoal, braggart, vacation

A Mega Challenge
Vacation Love

Love is a many splendored thing
Tis a beautiful song to sing
Symbols rising in the air
Organic, naughty we don’t care
Vacation liberation for the young
Promises from the braggart’s tongue
Prove costly when home they go
The nature of the beast you know
An inspector to check our truck
But none to check our love luck
All that’s left of the smug young man
Identical charcoal pictures in the van

The Ten Word Challenge
A Dragon Love Story

A long long time ago before The Great Organic Liberation took place and when there were no trucks or inspectors or humans, for that matter. dragons like people today suffered from the costly romance virus.
We had songs like “ Love is a many splendored thing” but of course in Dragonesse. We had our naughty symbols drawn on cave walls. Smug young dragons stole off together because they felt the rising they called love.
From that time comes the greatest dragon love story of all, the story of Jack and Tilda.
Jack and Tilda literally ran into each other when they were learning to fly and it was love at first bump. In their heads the heavens opened and fireworks went off and they knew they were destined to be together for eternity. But their parents were old school dragons and had already picked life mates for them and so they refused to let them even visit with one another.
Thus it came to pass that one day they snuck off together to a hidden cave. There they promised to belong to each other in the next world since they couldn't belong in this one. Having made promises they rose high into the sky carried by the rising thermals from the local volcano. Then they joined wings and singing our greatest love song to each other loud enough to be heard by all the dragons they plunged into the volcano below. They were never seen again.
Their story has been told and retold down through the ages. No we use it to prove how costly romance is. Someday you humans will learn that lesson.

Flash 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.

With a nod to Raven and Quilly
( This week's Raven's words were hitonious .-24 words out of the 55)Words for this week:
love is a many splendored thing, trucks, inspector, symbols, rising, organic, liberation, costly, smug, naughty, the nature of the beast, identical, charcoal, braggart, vacation

Love Lost

Costly organic symbols designed to show that love is a many splendored thing revealed instead the nature of the beast. In his liberation the inspector had become a smug, naughty, braggart of a man drawing identical charcoal trucks on costly paper. Rising on his vacation only to eat and draw, he no longer loved her.

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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. Please, again, note this is a quivel it does not pretend to be a poem or even poetic drivel.

Bad History

In the gardeviance up there
Enough to make one swear
Secret kexy letters so old
Now waiting to be sold
An aretaloger needed right now
To help hide a sacred cow
Nequient of building a plan
He grabbed letters and ran
No paladin to save his hide
Onto the stage did ride
Caught he just loudly cried.

Quilly's 37

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

The 3WT #37 words will be: aretaloger; kexy; & gardeviance


Aretaloger-braggart; one who boasts about his own accomplishments
Kexy-dry, brittle, withered
Gardeviance -chest for valuables; a travelling trunk

In his gardeviance the kexy old man had the symbols of his wonderful accomplishments that allowed him to keep up his reputation as an aretaloger.

Our local aretaloger brags about the magic qualities of his gardeviance which kept leaves from becoming kexy.

The old somewhat kexy dragon couldn’t carry her gardeviance into the air and thus was forced to listen to the worst aretaloger who walked alongside.

The deer hunting aretaloger bragged that he got the deer out into the open by rubbing kexy leaves across the bamboo gardeviance he carried them in.

Tired of his constant bragging people threw kexy bricks at the aretaloger as he dragged his gardeviance out of town.



We will admit that Quilly's words can be a bit kexy. They are often found in old gardeviances filled with yellowing love letters writen long ago. They are not the kind of words the village aretaloger uses i9n his bragging. But if you lrearn a few the next time he brags answer him with Quilly words. That will shut him up.

Juanita and the Dragon

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

Juanita And the Dragon

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Juanita who lived with her parents in a very big town.
It had a marvelous old Church.
It had a big factory that processed coffee beans.
But Juanita was not happy. From her home she could see the beautiful mountains








But the only way for her to travel there and back was by bus and she was too poor to pay the bus fare.
But Juanita had a friend . His name was Fandango and he was a dragon. Her parents couldn't see him because they didn't believe in dragons. Her Aunts and Uncles couldn't see him because they didn't believe in dragons. But Juanita could see him and told him all her troubles.
One morning Fandango came and had her climb on his back and he flew her to the mountains. There she played all day with the young dragons. Late in the afternoon Fandango gave her a special plant to plant in the family garden and flew her home.
Her parents hadn't even missed her. She planted the special plant and by the end of the week it was not only growing well but it had multiplied and there were now five plants.
It was then that Fandango told her to tell her father that a man was coming who would offer to buy all of her plants but her father was to sell only one and charge $50. So she did.
Her father wanted to know how she knew this and she told him the dragon told her. Her father smiled. He just loved his daughter's imagination.
But then a man came and offered to buy all the plants and offered him $5.00 for the lot. Remembering what his daughter had said and having very little to lose her father told the man he would sell him only one and the price was $50. Much to his surprise, $50 being a lot of money in that town at that time, the man paid it.
Fandango told her the man would be back and this time her father was to sell him three plants at $50 each. So she told her father that the dragon what the dragon said. This time he did not smile as he was beginning to believe in dragons.The man came and the deal was struck.
And so it went through the summer. The plant continued to multiply but would grow nowhere else. It had great medicinal qualities. The father was now selling twenty plants for $300. He became the richest man in the village.
Soon he and the entire family could see Fandango and they had many nice visits.
I have to tell you this was a true story and I still visit Juanita from time to time.

An Award

Look! Look! Look!

We have another award.
This one from Clean and Crazy
This is a really special award.
It is special because it has dragons in it.
It is just for us.
We are so thrilled.
We don't even have to give it away.
There are no requirements.

WoW!

This is important because after tomorrow which is in auto post we may be gone. Dr. John is sick and when he is sick he gets crabby and is threatening to send us to his son's house. The end of our blog. We would them be very sad.

Raven's Challenge 89

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

This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: officer, candid, drowning, turtles, sugar-coated, prospecting, shame on you, reclinder, luggage, brains
And for the mini: paragon of virtue, cats-in-the-cradle, swamp, sprinkles, garbage

A Mega Challenge
Dirty Officer

Cats-in-the-cradle and baby’s in the cage
Swamp turtles on the floor dropped in a rage
Luggage filled with garbage on the table new
When you walked sawdust sprinkles flew.
To be candid the place had an odor of its own
Drowning in cat droppings the odor had grown
There sat Officer MCGruth in the easy chair
The old reclinder looking none the worse for wear
Like a paragon of virtue he sat up straight and tall
How could this happen if he had brains at all
I have not sugar-coated this prospecting for the truth
Shame on you! Shame on you! Officer MCGruth

The Ten Word Challenge
Give us the Parrot

If you came for a dragon history lesson we apologize but we are on code flashing purple which is war footing. We may have to go to war with Phrog and company. We learned last week they have our Magic Parrot which we need to make magic parrot soup. We have dispatched an Officer of the Dragon Court to request the return of said parrot. To be candid with you we do not want to go to war. But it is our parrot and we want it back.
It is possible, of course , that Phrog believed the parrot’s lies. He tells people we want to cut him up in little pieces for the soup. Well Phrog if you believed that shame on you. Anybody with brains could figure out that we need that parrot not for its body but its magic. By magic it turns boiling legs of turtles, wings of bats, sugar-coated African beetles and dinosaur bones into magic parrot soup. This soup is drowning in out of this world flavor but without the magic it tastes like boiled luggage.
Until Phrog stole our parrot the hardest part of the soup to get was the dinosaur bones. It took a lot of prospecting to find them . And remember that dragons can not sit and relax in a reclinder like humans do.
So let us once more assure you no parrots are ever killed in the making of Magic Parrot soup.

flash 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.

With a nod to Raven and Quilly
( This week's Raven's words were not so bad .-19 words out of the 55)Words for this week: officer, candid, drowning, turtles, sugar-coated, prospecting, shame on you, reclinder, luggage, brains, paragon of virtue, cats-in-the-cradle, swamp, sprinkles, garbage

Officer Sprinkles, a paragon of virtue, pointed out that no matter how you sugar coated it the Cats-In-The-Cradle garbage company was drowning swamp turtles in garbage including old reclinders, old luggage, old prospecting equipment, and other old junk.
Shame on you Mr. And Mrs. America, to be candid, if you had brains this wouldn't happen.

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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. Please, again, note this is a quivel it does not pretend to be a poem or even poetic drivel.
confabulation-To talk casually; chat. or the replacement of a gap in a person's memory by a falsification that he or she believes to be true.
pudify- to cause to be ashamed
rimestock-old almanac with runic writings

Nancy Wins

She sought to pudify him
His wings sought to trim
a rimestock of ideas old
Left standing in the cold
As confabulation not her style
He’s in her out file
Government Option had to be
To this she would see
An operiment on debate keep
Conservatives made then to weep
Freedom gone like BoPeep’s sheep

Quilly 36

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


Week Thirty-Six: (11.12.09) confabulation; pudify; & rimestock.

confabulation-To talk casually; chat. or the replacement of a gap in a person's memory by a falsification that he or she believes to be true.
pudify- to cause to be ashamed
rimestock-old almanac with runic writings

Because his theft of the rimestock did pudify him he replaced that memory with a confabulation.

In his confabulation with friends he sought to pudify Frank because of having created the fake rimestock.

The old dragon knew where the stolen rimestock was hidden and that fact did pudify him , at least that’s what he told his friends during their confabulations.


The old rimestock contained information that would pudify the entite town and become the center of all friendly confabulations.

The rimestock contained nothing that would pudify me in the retelling of my grandfather’s confabulations with the spies unless it was hidden in the two pages of runic script.

If you had an old rimestock you would find many of Quilly's words in it. They have been around for a long time and were used in many a confabulation. But now they are almost forgotten. If your failure to help save them will purdify you then save yourself and use them every day.

An Award

We are so excited our new friend Jesse gave us an award.
But squirt pointed out that we already have that award.
To be candid he is always ruining things
He thinks he is the officer in charge of truth.
But shame on you squirt for pouring garbage on our award.
Just because you have brains doesn't mean your a paragon of virtue.
It's your stupid prospecting for mistakes that take the fun out of life.
Why don't you take your luggage and go play cats-in-the-cradle in the swamp with the turtles..
We like our truth sugar coated with sprinkles.
You sit on your reclinder and enjoy drowning us in facts.
Even though we can't take it twice we are really thankful that Jesse thought of us.
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Raven's Challenge 88

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

This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Cute, come with me to the Casba, bloodhound, respiration, Facebook, Canada Geese, modern, gravity, spider webs, sea shells
And for the mini: curiosity killed the cat, charming Victorian, railroad tracks, tower, salt and pepper

A Mega Challenge

Setting the Mind Free

Come with me to the Casba
Holding a bouquet of the Calaba
Leave modern Facebook behind
Climb the tower of the mind
Clean out spider webs of doubt
See Canada Geese on route
Gravity can’t pull us down
Your wearing such a cute crown
Respiration slow and steady
Beginning to feel rather heady
Bloodhound yapping on railroad tracks
Want to see what it impacts
But curiosity killed the cat
Charming Victorian cat at that
So think of sea shells becoming plates
Salt and pepper from heaven’s gates
So fly free my soul fly free
Let us become what we should be.

The Ten Word Challenge
Two Great Dragons

We dragons are very pleased that you have liked our history and today we want to introduce you to two of our important historical dragons.
First there is Olympus Facebook. He developed the modern theory of gravity back when you humans were just learning to walk upright. Never mind that cute Newton guy he got his theory from a friendly dragon and didn’t give him one ounce of credit. Then he didn’t get it completely right. Old Facebook was watching Canada Geese dropping sea shells when he realized that no matter where they were when they dropped them they dropped down instead of up. Out of that experience he developed a complex theory of the universality of gravitational forces.
Second is Augustus Bloodhound who can safely be called the father of modern dragon medicine. He is the one who discovered that illness came from germs and that germs could be killed . He gave us the respiration treatment that uses ground up spider webs to restore normal breathing. The Epic poem about his life “ Come With Me to the Casba” is required reading for every little dragon.

Facebook Trap-a 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.

With a nod to Raven and Quilly
( This week's Raven's words were really, hitonious .-30 words out of the 55) They are -- Cute,
come with me to the Casba, bloodhound, respiration, Facebook, Canada Geese, modern, gravity,
spider webs, sea shells, curiosity killed the cat, charming Victorian,
railroad tracks, tower, salt and pepper

A Facebook Trap

Thinking " This is a modern version of come with me to the Casba" and knowing that curiosity killed the cat, still he was pulled by their cute charming Victorian Facebook message about gravity and its effect on Canada Geese,bloodhounds, spider webs, sea shells, towers, railroad tracks,respiration and salt and pepper.
He was trapped.

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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. Please, again, note this is a quivel it does not pretend to be a poem or even poetic drivel.
Quilly's Words for the week:

Suffarcinate-to load up, to stuff
spiscious-adj. of a thick consistancy
tristifical-adj. causing to be gloomy or grievous

maleolent-adj 1657 -1727-having an ill odour
xenization- n 1818 -1818- to exist as a stranger.
pigritude-n 1623 -1656- slothfulness

tenellous adj 1651 -1651- somewhat tender
utible adj 1623 -1711- serviceable; useful
nubivagant adj 1656 -1656- moving throughout or among clouds

misqueme v 1395 -1658-to displease; to offend
tragematopolist (plural tragematopolists)- 1. A confectioner, or a seller of sweets.
vacivity n 1656 -172 -Emptiness, containing nothing; meaningless, without knowledge or sense; frivolous; foolish

Don't Mess with the Boss

A nubivagant bird up above
Might be a utible dove
The maleolent thing here below
Pigritude left nowhere to go
His tenellous face did ache
Misquemed boss with his fake
Vacivity was now his fate
Tristifical event laid out straight
Spiscious gloom over him laid
Xenization the price he paid
Suffarcinates up and then prayed.

Quilly 35

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.
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The 3WT #35 words will be: Your choice of any new words introduced in October. They are:

Suffarcinate-to load up, to stuff
spiscious-adj. of a thick consistancy
tristifical-adj. causing to be gloomy or grievous

maleolent-adj 1657 -1727-having an ill odour
xenization- n 1818 -1818- to exist as a stranger.
pigritude-n 1623 -1656- slothfulness

tenellous adj 1651 -1651- somewhat tender
utible adj 1623 -1711- serviceable; useful
nubivagant adj 1656 -1656- moving throughout or among clouds

misqueme v 1395 -1658-to displease; to offend
tragematopolist (plural tragematopolists)- 1. A confectioner, or a seller of sweets.
vacivity n 1656 -172 -Emptiness, containing nothing; meaningless, without knowledge or sense; frivolous; foolish


The poor boy suffarcinated on candy trying to forget the maleolent body he had tripped over in the cemetery that caused the tenellous spot on his arm.


In his mind he was a beautiful nubivagant bird and not the tristifical lowlife whose pigritude was risible.


The spiscious , utible soup was something the dragon had never seen before in his xenization.


His pigritude which misquemed the tragematopolist lead to his tristifical response.


His vacivity misquemed even those guilty of maleolent breath and pigritude causing him to be a not utible subject which became a tenellous spot in their relationship..


Quilly’s words are very important. These are unsolicited quotes from users.
" Before Quilly's words I lead a tristifical life that misquemed everybody and lead to my xenization. But since I found Quilly's words I have been enabled to live as a utible part of society."
" Once I suffered from maleolent pigritude which lead to my vacivity and a hitonious morsicant condition. But since I discovered Quilly's words and embraced them I feel like a isangelous, nubivagant bird"

This could be you. Come join the Quilly club.There is no admitance fee. Just use the words.


Quilly's words and definitions can be found HERE.

Cecelia the Bitten

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

Cecila the Bitten and the Shapeshifter

It is time for another exciting chaper of Cecila the Bitten.
As you remember a long time ago she was bitten by a radioactive spider which gave her unbelievable powers.
AS you remember Cecila wanted to be called Spiderwoman but The Hero's Society of America told her that the name was already taken and disallowed it and the costume. She was heart broken but settled for Celia the Bitten for her hero name.
Today she is on her way down town on the bus to chase the hitonious bubblegum serial thief.
She was accompanied by her faithful sidekick Margo, who you surely know used to be married to Lamont Cranston, the Shadow. The marriage lasted until they couldn't see eye to eye , in fact she couldn't even see his eye, and they divorced. The Shadow then picked up Diana who had been the Phantom's girlfriend before that horrible accident with the lion left him short a leg.
Margo made a great sidekick to Celia the Bitten.
The hitonious bubblegum serial thief was a shapeshifter and so was hard to catch. He often appeared as this man.
But could just as easily appear as one of these:
Or even as a telephone pole.
Tonight they expected him to hit the new Community Opera House which had new bubble gum machines at every entrance.
Cecila headed for the bubble gum machines closest to the main door. Looking she said "Aha I've got ya".
Margo said." That's just a little kid".
Cecelia fired her web over the child's head and got all three machines.
The kid ran off screaming.
"One of these three machines is our shapeshifter." Cecelia announced. " Bubble gum machines always come in sets of two. Never ever three." Then to prove it she pulled a gun from her purse and aimed it at the first machine. " If I'm wrong three times in a row I'll pay for the machines but if I'm right we have one dead shapeshifter."
At that moment the end machine became a human being still held by the web. Cecelia used her ring to contact Superman who took the shifter away to a special prison made to hold crooks like him.
" Would you really have killed him?" asked Margo.
"With this ?" Cecelia asked pulling the trigger and watching the flame come out of the barrel. " It's just a lighter and it's plastic that looks like metal so metal detectors won't pick it up."
Another case solved by Cecelia the Bitten.