Raven's Challenge 58

It is Saturday already and we have to be out reading all those wonderful stories.
Today we give out our ninth dragon award. Click HERE to see our gallery of winners.
You know we dragons write great stories too.
No! We are not humble.
Here is our mega challenge for today.

Good Bad Luck

Portico H. Alabaster was really down on his luck. He wanted to call his sister in Detroit but he had no iPod or even a cheap cell phone. He had no job and there was very little demand for old acrobats even at grocery store openings. Indeed there were now far more store closings than openings and he was told it was all the fault of some mysterious people who worked in cubes with computers. Somehow they failed to be good interpreters of the housing market which collapsed and brought everything else down with it. If he had enough energy he would have hated them but it just didn’t seem worth the effort. So he laid on the ground most of the day watching the bumble bees fly by making dandelion stops along the way. Even the waving of the chartreuse grass interested him. Not that he could really see that well. He needed desperately to see an optometrist but strenuously resisted because acrobats couldn’t wear glasses. He thought of cutting some of the wild flowers but had no scissors.. He was very lucky there was no poison ivy in the area because with his eyes he would never have recognized it.
Feeling thirsty he went to spend his last four dollars on a case of pop at the grocery store just as the ceiling fan fell and it cut into the back of his leg.He would never be an acrobat again.
Finally his luck had changed. The very generous insurance settlement would take care of him for the rest of his life. Life could be good.

After today our gallery wall will be full. We will start a new wall in the fall. But now we are taking a break from the stress of deciding whose great story is the best.

Flash Fiction Again

With a nod to Raven and Quilly



The acrobat in the grocery store strenuously leaped to the ceiling fan causing the alabaster ceiling to fall
on the cube with the chartreuse computer and Ipod like scissors.There the Optometrist was the interpreter of damage done by poison Ivy. bumble bee sting and dandelion allergy.

Just your average day in a department store.

And Now for something completely different. A flash 55 quivel. Something that looks like a poem, uses at least three of Quilly’s words and has five words to a line for eleven lines

Revenge of the Witch

Ebullient person was I today
Tenebrous branches around me sway
Dark and yet darker still
Liquid did the kettle fill
Jussulent pot it all became
When we said the name
Witches is what we are
Us from town you bar
Filled with love holding true
Starving now we help you

We would feed you all

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.

More Quilly

It is time for a Quilly Story so each dragon has written a one sentence story using Quilly’s three words for the day which are jussulent; tenebrous; ebullient. Click on a word for a definition.

The jussulent pot placed beneath the tenebrous looking tree caused a strange ebullient reaction in Mary.

The jussulent, tenebrous, man became very ebullient as he swore he would never eat broth again or drink it.

She was one ebullient lady despite her tenebrous circumstance because she remembered the days of great jussulent pots.

The restaurant had row after row of ebullient, jussulent bowls in which the steaming broth smelled wonderful despite the otherwise tenebrous look of the building.

The ebullient Mayor looked at the jussulent river and decried the explosion at the tenebrous broth factory.

Now The Award

We dragons are learning that things change. Last week we had to choose between ninetten entries, this week only thirteen. Despite haveing fewer to choose from we still had new writers. We hope that everyone uses the linksy and vists all the others. Reading other entries is a way to grow. Then leave a comment that will encourage or help the writer.
Today we had a lot of sick generals. They had strokes. They banged their head in the pool. Seldom have so many generals been sick at one time.

After much discussion we narrowed our choices down to three. All of them former winners. It was hard to choose between them . Each was really good with words but a choice had to be made and today's Dragom wordzzle award goes to:

Raven

Congratulations Raven.

Raven Again Already

It is Saturday already and we have to be out reading all those wonderful stories.
Today we give out our eighth dragon award. Click HERE to see our gallery of winners.

You know we dragons write great stories too.
No! We are not humble.
Here is our mega challenge for today.

Poor old Zeus was siting on his thrown On Mount Olympus having a casual conversation with the former god Mercury when they were interrupted by a car backfiring loudly on earth. “That car needs a new muffler” Zeus said “ In the old days when people believed in me I would have zapped the brigadier general driving it with fire hotter than any earthly arsonist can produce.” But our day is over. Just look at the gods that are gone forever because nobody believes in them.” he said pointing at the portraits of extinct gods. No doctor could save them but just a hint of belief would have. Were only here because of teen age girls at slumber parties, comic books, and one old Greek guy.”
“ I would rather die from an attack of apoplexy than this slow lingering death. I used to be the master of speed now I can’t even beat a hummingbird flying through a groove of birch trees.” Mercury said with disgust. “ We don’t even have believers on the shallow end of the pool, the gene pool that is. What do they believe in now?”
“ Hot dogs with lots of mustard and as much money as they can get their greedy hands on “. Answered Zeus. “ We were much more fun”.
Even as they talked they continued to fade away.

That took so many words we are all tired and are skipping the other challenges this week.

Flash 55

With a nod to Raven and Quilly



So it was that the doctor prescribed hummingbird extract with mustard for the brigadier general who had an attack of apoplexy on the shallow end of the pool during his daughter’s casual slumber party.



There he fell on the large Golden Parallelogram he had so carefully designed in his greed.

The

old monk hated this

vision.

And Now for something completely different. A flash 55 quivel. Something that looks like a poem, uses at least three of Quilly’s words and has five words to a line for eleven lines.

The Elephant

Wanted for his magic bone
The elephant stood all alone

Nescience would take his life
To get a fertile wife

By susurrus they all knew
Propinquity made it seem true

Alert he had to be
So he could be free

They would run him down
Drag him all through town

Sad ending for a King

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.

Quilly's Words by Dragons

It is time for a Quilly Story so each dragon has written a one sentence story using Quilly’s three words for the day which are propinquity; susurrus; nescience.

Because of the strange susurrus within the propinquity of the Virgin’s statue some began to question their nescience.


His propinquity to many who held to nescience did not mean he had no faith any more than being close to a wind means you cause a susurrus as you move.

His level of nescience made no sense considering his propinquity to the University where there was always at least a susurrus of knowledge.

That the Flat Earth Society had a certain propinquity with other movements of nescience he heard as a constant susurrus in his ear.

The susurrus among his colleagues was that he belonged to the group of nescience because of his propinquity to Rush Limbaugh.