The Purpose: To stimulate creativity in our writing, introduce a few new words into our vocabulary and perhaps most importantly, to have fun.
(this week's words)
Ten Word Challenge: solitaire, pathological, grackles, alternative life style, manifest destiny, polarization, ugly duckling, folding chairs, flibberty-gibbet, hand grenade
And for the Mini Challenge: marathon, the butler did it, curtain, hand cream, flatulence
***The Ten Word***
(with a slight twist on the usage of some of the words/phrases)
While setting up the room for the weekly Saturday afternoon solitaire tournament, Melvin, or Grackles as most people knew him, stumbled into a stack of folding chairs, sending them in every direction as if a hand grenade had just exploded. "Oh fliberty-gibbet!" he exclaimed, "I knew the reverse polarization of my pocket protector was going to throw me off balance today."
Becky-Sue came running over to see if the object of her secrete desire was ok. Getting up, Melvin struggled to regain his composure and tried desperately to manifest destiny into this awkward situation. Was it possible this strange way of meeting was somehow meant to be? He wondered if he was dreaming because it felt like being in a movie or perhaps some other alternative life.
Style and poise were never actions that came easy to him, but as he gazed into Becky-Sue's eyes, he somehow knew it didn't matter to her. What a sight to behold this was. The ugly duckling being smitten with the pathological nose picker.
Working his hands together as if rubbing hand cream into them, the detective announced, "It's curtains for you mister!" MaGee, also known as the "Marathon Man", mourned the mess he'd made of his mundane life.
Then it happened, MaGee's midnight meal of meatballs and marinara got the best of him and he filled the interrogation room with the foul odor of his flatulence. Without breaking stride, (too late for the wind) MaGee mused, saying it wasn't he who had murdered Marium Morganstein, but it had been his man servant, none other than Mr. Murdock Manchester.
"My god MaGee, must you mess your shorts like that?" mocked the magistrate, "and don't for one moment think you're going to mislead me by making me believe the butler did it!"
The curtain rose and this year's fifth grade class was ready to begin their presentation of of the play, "Manifest Destiny". There were easily a couple hundred parents assembled in the miserably hot gymnasium designed to hold only half that number, the air conditioning had stopped working the day before and to make matters worse, the only thing to sit on were hard metal folding chairs. Everyone in the audience was hoping this wouldn't be another marathon performance like year's past had been.
Not more than five minutes into the presentation, a flock of grackles flew through an open door, crapping on all the unsuspecting onlookers. Pandemonium broke out with the scene looking like a hand grenade had just exploded into a vat of hand cream! Ten more minutes of utter chaos ensued before the school janitor, a flibberty-gibbet little man, was finally able to stop laughing long enough to shoo away all but one solitary bird. Eventually, things settled down and the play, showing the polarization of the east with the west, resumed.
Although most of the story followed history, the drama teacher's alternative life style was evident in certain aspects of it. For the most part the other teachers and parents were fine with her deviation from tradition, but there was one gentleman with whom it didn't sit well. What a pompous ass he was, and it should come as no surprise that his attitude had earned him the title through the community as "The Butler". Did it, boy-oh-boy, did it ever frost his shorts that the story of America's history was being, in his opinion, portrayed as something less than appropriate.
Now the couple sitting just behind and to the right of this gentleman could care less about his personal feelings of the play. That's because their daughter was due up on stage next and they were on pins and needles anticipating her big acting debut. The poor girl was considered by her peers to be quite the ugly duckling, but perhaps a good performance today might transform her into a beautiful swan with the other kids. Her mom, being three days past due with her pregnancy was about ready to burst, (for more reasons than one). As if she didn't have enough going on with the excitement of the crapping birds earlier, the soaring heat in the gym and the added pounds of pressure on her bladder, she now felt the flatulence that had plagued her throughout the past nine months, was about to rear its ugly head. Just as her daughter took the stage, she let one rip. It came out moist and loud, and oh how she hoped no one else had heard it over the other noises. Without skipping a beat, her husband quickly raised his hand and announced, "Sorry everyone, that was me!" Now he wasn't a pathological liar by nature, but his wife was very thankful that this was one lie he was willing to tell.