midnightpoet

I second the "Thank You Thank You Thank You Ron!" from Dragon. This is also one of my favorite places on TD

Dragon

I actually enjoy the challenge of trying to fit the difficult words like spatula into my stories. Sometimes I get story ideas completely out of the words that I first thought 'OMG how am I going to use that'
I always enjoy seeing other peoples word list.

charityb98

Thank you all for your warm welcomes. And thank you for your tips as well! I love writing, just another form of expression for me, so this is just up my alley! And I agree, I like the odd words, how can you shape your little mini story to include it is all part of puzzle. Thanks again!

midnightpoet

Okay, I'm cheating. I couldn't fit worthwhile or prudent in the story (I had them in there but really hated that part), and I'm over the word count. But I'm so attached to this story now, I don't want to do anything to change it. Of course, I'm half asleep right now, so it could suck. I don't know, but I like it just the way it is.

"Chance Encounter"

Certainties are the only things you can be certain of. I was certain of it. I saw few things as certainties, because I felt I couldn’t be certain about anything, really.

I am certain I will die. That’s simple experimental probability. No one had yet lived forever, therefore I will die. Unless, I suppose, if you believe in vampires and that sort of thing. But even if you do, you have to die to become one, so the certainty holds true.

Another certainty I held – that many science fiction fans disagree with – is that there is not life outside of the Earth. The abyss of space holds many mysteries, but not life.

The memory of the night when that certainty vanished still kindles joy within me. I always wanted to believe in something so fantastic, but mathematical reasoning held me back. Then I met Nackton. That’s what I call him, I can’t pronounce his name, or even make the proper sound.

The ground was moist that night, and I can still see the marks from his ship. That’s a bit irritating, as I tend to agonize over the condition of my lawn.

His appearance is what shocked me the most. He had a spatula-like growth near his middle with what appeared to be a tongue sticking off the end.

Memorable as that night was, it was nothing compared to our first date.

charityb98

http://www.thinkdraw.com/picture.php?pictureId=46375
LOL!!

Dragon

Ok this one went well over the word limit and for the life of me I could not find a way to put tongue in so it shouldn't be considered for torch passing, but I love the story itself.

In the Desert You Can Remember Your Name

It rained incessantly at the start. There was life all around us, plants and birds and rocks and things, but the rain was irritating. Finally the ground was dry and the sky cloudless and the air full of heat and sound. This was the desert and; though it might be prudent to keep to the green moist land with all its sand and hills and rings; we pushed on. It felt good to be out of the rain. After two days my companion’s skin had turned bright red, like he’d been left on the griddle too long without a spatula to turn him over. Three days in we came across a dry riverbed and he cried for the dead river. I found his tears less than worthwhile. It’s one of life’s certainties that where water flowed once it will flow again, even if it’s a dry abyss now. After nine days we saw life again. The land once more had sand and hills and rings. The desert had turned to sea. The sea kindles a poet deep in many men. He stared out at it and said “I think the ocean is a desert with its life underground. But, you see, it has a perfect disguise above.” Then he turned to me. “Well horse, it’s time to set you free. I found my name again in the desert. I wonder if you’ll ever find yours?”

Dragon

Those of you who love classic rock as I do may notice that the entire story is based completly on the song 'A Horse With No Name' by America.

anotherronism

Dragon. I - am - still - laughing...

midnightpoet

Great, Dragon, now that song will be stuck in my head for days!

Arw65

Wow, these are really great, I'll pass the torch on in a few minutes, i've gotta say. all the submissions are moving, weather they are hilarious to the point of making me tear in laughter, or soul touching, or even some that bring forth my own memories. you guys rock.

Arw65

ok, so this was hard, but I'm gonna have to go with my instincts on this one, the moment i read it, I knew that it was great. All of the submissions were wonderful in their own way. this has been such a privilege and an honor. and without further ado the winner is "What it feels like to lose control" by midnightpoet.
So congratulations, and i look forward to seeing the new list of words.

Great job everyone!

midnightpoet

OMG! Thank you so much Arw! I'll get right on a new word list as soon as I get my morning caffeine into me.

Robindcr8l

Congrats, Midnight! Well-deserved! I always enjoy all of your writings, and can't wait to see your word list! It's been busy around here, so I hope I get enough time to write, but even if I don't, I always like to read what everyone else has written.

GOLDIEGIRL8

Queen/Chef Shanley 210 including title and ending. Dedicated to Shanley.


Once in a land of certainties was a Queen named Shanley.
She loved to cook. She owned a spatula made by her mother. Her mother accepted her love of cooking, while her dad didn’t. He found it irritating that she wanted to be a chef, not a Queen. She longed to stick out her tongue at him, but that is not the way a Queen should act. She was very prudent, if that is the right word. Her father said to Shanley, “If you can prepare a perfect cake, I’ll let you live your dream. If you can’t cook, and refuse to be Queen, off into the abyss you go. Worthwhile, if you do make it, you will be the kitchen’s chef.”5 days later, on a windy day, Shanley was in the kitchen, kindles shaking, preparing the cake. She took it out of the oven and decided it was moist enough. The essence was heavenly. She iced it and decided it was ready. She took it out and crossed her fingers for good luck. The King had a little gold dining chair and table set out for him. He loved the cake and Queen Shanley became Chef Shanley and a good one at that.


It’s The End

Shanley

Goldie, thank you for the happy ending of this nice story. To be quite honest, I have been reading it out of breath to see if i don't get thrown into the abyss. Well, not me, Shanley the character, lol.