Saturday, August 2, 2008

It's Wordzzle Time Soilder

Let's see. . . what day is it? Oh ya, it's Saturday and that means it's Wordzzle time! Week 24 and still counting. All this fun is brought to you courtesy of the talented Raven. I hope you'll take the time to drop by and say, "Hey".

This week, as you may know, has been a loooooooong one for me and I think my weak attempt at stories is a direct reflection of how spent my brain is. That and the fact that these words seemed as far apart from one another as they could possibly be. I've found that supplying words isn't terribly difficult, but grouping ones together that promote a harmonious story without forcing it in a general direction is completely different. My hat's off to Raven for having done this for so many weeks before!


And away we go. . .


The words for this week's ten word challenge were: ghastly, excrement, bill of sale, vague, thicket, precarious, life long ambition, gunnery sergeant, posthumous, bellowed

And for the Mini Challenge: lap of luxury, yellow-bellied sapsucker, quinine, generalization, abnormality



-The ten word-

"Come on you little pantie waste!" bellowed out the gunnery sergeant, "What do you expect is going to happen when you're pinned down in a thicket with the enemy all around and you can't even hit the broad side of a barn with your weapon?"

"Sir," replied the new recruit, "your life long ambition may be to rape, pillage and kill as many so called enemies as you can, but I'm only here because of the damn draft!"

"Look boy, I don't give a plug nickle about this peace and love excrement your kind keeps trying to peddle over here, and I'm certainly not going to be vague about the truth either, so let me lay it out for you. You are about to be thrust into a situation that by all accounts, will be one of the most ghastly things you've ever witnessed. So unless you want your damn head blown off and your story of love and touchy feelings being told posthumously, I suggest you wrap your mind around the fact that you are going into war!"

"Sir, I find myself in a precarious position," the bold private responded, "as much as I respect your passion, I I still find myself wanting to ask you for a bill of sale for the crap you're pushing on all of us!"


-The mini-

"Now this is certainly not what I'd call living in the lap of luxury. This is my proclamation, My ultimate destination has been determined by the generalization of my frustration by having to deal with this constant nauseation, all the while while having to ride on the wings of a yellow bellied sap sucker."

"Is this absurd abnormality in his speech normal?" his wife asked the doctor.

"It's fever induced hallucinations brought on by the malaria, but don't worry, the quinine we gave him should ease the symptoms soon."


-The Mega-

Dexter was heartbroken and pissed all at the same time. He was looking everywhere for the bill of sale showing he'd bought his prized yellow bellied sap sucker within the "warranty" period. It was no use though, he simply couldn't concentrate with the ghastly scene in front of him. There under a thicket of branches, at the bottom of the enormous cage, was his beloved bird Quinine lying in a pile of its own excrement with a Japanese Samurai sword pinning him to the floor.

It had been Dex's life long ambition to build a giant cage that would be considered the lap of luxury for most any bird of Quinine's size, and now in a blink of an eye, it was over.

"Where's that darned receipt?" muttered Dexter. "I vaguely remember seeing it just the other day, and I also remember it clearly stating that the exotic pet store would refund or replace my bird for whatever reason . . . no questions asked."

That was a good thing too, because his small yellow friend had not died of natural causes. He then remembered thinking that placing the cage under the precariously perched sword collection may not have been the best idea, but Dexter was never one for following reason through, at least not since his days of the war where he was a gunnery sergeant. The years of battle he'd endured had taken there toll on his psyche and it certainly wasn't abnormal for someone like him to experience the long term effects of what he'd witnessed. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is what the doctors had labeled it, a generalization that seemed to be adopted by so many people now, but in Dexter's case was spot on.

Dexter looked down at his poor stiff yellow bird and bellowed out in anguish. He now realized what a bad idea the placement of the cage was, but unfortunately posthumous thought would not help his little winged friend.

23 comments:

Raven said...

These were all splendid. I feel very sad for poor Dexter and his bird and quite pleased with the bold private in your first story. Seems the words took you to the futility of war too. I thought your use of quinine in the mini was great. I kind of cheated on it across the board. These were tough words, but that's the way it works... some weeks they sort of offer up help and some weeks it strains every cell in your brain to come up with something.

Dianne said...

this is you on a "spent brain"!?

Wow!

the first story just flowed off the screen at me. I could hear the soldier talking.

and the poor bird and poor demented Dexter! who would ever think of somethng like that!

San said...

Bravo, Jeff! You've dazzled me. Don't tell me. You made up the stories first and then pulled the words out for Raven. :-D

Love the dialog between the sergeant and the pacifist. And the moment in the doctor's office compresses so much into such a short passage. And the Dexter/Quinine saga is a finely turned tragedy. Great work, man.

Jeff B said...

Raven- "The futility of war" now that's poetry!

Dianne- I felt like i missed the mark this week, but thank you for the accolades.

San- Scouts honor, I sent the words to her first and waited until she listed them before I penned anything.

katherine. said...

you gotta start writing in some capacity other than for just us....you have a talent here!

Travis said...

Well done. That first set of words was quite the challenge.

Ron said...

BRAVO MR. JEFF!!!

I honestly don't know HOW you do these!?

And this weeks words were NOT easy!

Loved them ALL, but I especially enjoyed the MEGA! Loved how the SWORD was brought into play.

Clever...VERY clever!

Thanks for sharing your talent, buddy!

Later gator!

Jeff B said...

Katherine- Know any good publishers? Really, I just wish I had the time to sit down and put more than a few minutes a day into writing.

Travis- These were tough to fit into place this time.

Ron- It's fun to try and find an alngle to work when the words don't want to cooperate.

Lady in red said...

Jeff as always you did just grand. I just wish I had your talent.

Akelamalu said...

Oh you're just tooooo good at this Jeff!

I loved them all but the last one especially - it reminded me of the Monty Python 'Dead Parrot' sketch. LOL

Jay said...

Ha! I thought you were going to tell us that the bird had committed seppuku. ;-)

Great job dude!

Jeff B said...

LiR- You are too kind.

Akelamalu- Like most of MP, that was a great skit. Haven't seen that one for years.

Jay- Damn, why didn't I thnk of that.

Matt-Man said...

Ha. "plug nickel". I haven't heard that term in years. Good job, Jeff. Cheers!!

SMM said...

I loved the argument between the soldier and the gunnery sergeant, and the soldier for sanding up

Jeff B said...

Matt- I thought I'd break that out instead of the typical profanity card.

SMM- Thank you

CrystalChick said...

Even after all that work you managed to put more great stories together. I sometimes look at the list of words and think I could maybe ... maybe ... get thru the mini one but never much more than that.
Good job!!

Sandi McBride said...

You the Man Jeff...as usual, you "done good"...what more can I say???
Sandi

Kimmie said...

Hi Jeff!

You certainly can spin tales like the pro's. Bless your imaginative heart.

I have an Award for you, stop by and pick it up if you would like to except it!

Hugs,
Kimmie

katherine. said...

just checking in....with prayers for firefighters....

Bond said...

Just checking in to see if you be OK

Kimmie said...

Hey Jeff!

You OK? Just wondering and worrying. Hope everything is okay.

I was having trouble with my new link to my blog, here is the correct one...

http://prettyamazinggrace-kimmie.blogspot.com/

Hugs,
Kimmie

Mel said...

<--joining the checking in crowd

Ain't it cool that it's a crowd?!

:-)

*sending prayers and positive thoughts*

Jeff B said...

Thank you all for your thoughts, prayers and well wishes. I've been something of a shmuck as a blog friend of late. My middle brother Mark, whom I also work with, has been a bit of a butt head lately. This has put me into a bit of a funk. Things sem to have leveled out for now so onword I march.

You all are the best!