Robindcr8l

I figured I'd shock everyone with my questionable topic and my limited creativity. The important thing is there is EXACTLY 200 words! lol


It was back in the day of the Mayflower Madame. You know her...she with her orange hair and the come-hither looks, influenced the politicians and businessman of New York like Rasputin influenced the Russian dynasty. And back then, in the gay 80's of the twentieth century, I was her top employee! I was the Mayflower Call-Girl!

My climb to the top of the totem pole was easy. While the other girls relied on pills, or alcohol to get through their dates, I relied on my imagination. Why not? I was always clever, and had an active fantasy life, at times filled with simplicity, and at other times irrational. But never, ever boring.

Those New York men noticed, and soon they were requesting dates with “Roxy the Red”. This was okay by me! At $350 an hour, I could work just one night and pay the rent in my penthouse apartment. Elsewhen, I used the extended leaves to continue my studies at Rutgers. By the end of my Bachelor’s degree, I had enough money in savings to live comfortably off of the interest it was earning. Who needs a degree? I am retired and living the good life!

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That was brilliant ... it flowed.

midnightpoet

very creative robin...I really liked it!

Dragon

I liked that too Robindcr8l, alway enjoy fun stories about ladies of the night!

Here's my contribution, I didn't count the word as I didn't see a required word count anywhere.

The Veranda

He sat on the veranda; as he usually did at this time of day; and peeled an orange, piercing the skin with his ragged fingernails and pulling it off in one long strip.
He was so old I sometimes thought he came over on the Mayflower, or that he could tell stories of Rasputin and the russian queen firsthand.
I sat with him on the veranda; as I usually did at this time of day; and counted out his pills for the week with my long manicured fingers.
I listened to his tales of Elsewhen and Othertime and answered his irrational questions with an "Okay" or "Why Not?"
We sat on the veranda together; as we usually did at this time of day; and both of us wondered if we truely loved each other or if this was a marriage of convienience and simplicity.
I think we must, why else would I put up with him and he put up with me except out of love?

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A very moving story, Dragon. It leaves me thinking ... not about Think Write, but about life and poeple.

Robindcr8l

Loved that Dragon...it was very poetic. You're as good a writer as you are an artist.

Dragon

Thanks everybody! I forgot how much I enjoyed writing until we started doing this thread.

Dragon

I was looking forward to reading everyone else's, but it looks like they're all busy with other stuff. Maybe I'll have to do another one myself.

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Yes, please do another, Dragon. My brain is numb.

lynnspotter

That little WITCH! Oh, I could just KILL her! What right did she have pilfering my pills!! I've got to get out of here. Elsewhen I see her, I may act quite irrational! Okay. Where should I go? I know! Off to the forest! Why not!? The simplicity of the country always calms my soul. A short drive later I'm wandering down a path through the trees. The green blanket of color wraps around me. I listen to the forest sounds, and peace ebbs back into my being. The simplicity of nature always restores. As I wander Rasputin like through the woods, I begin to notice wonders. A bright Orange Peel fungus off to the left of the path. Farther along I notice a Mayflower plant. I get down on my belly to examine it closely and drink in it's fragrance. Continuing on I discover a grassy bald, with three deer grazing on new growth grass. Sitting on a rock to watch them, they raise their heads and stare at me! I can hear them thinking -"Is she a danger?" I guess I pass - they are back to grazing. I wish I could stay here forever! I feel truly blessed!

Dragon

The was wonderful lynspotter, love how it starts so angry and leads to a peaceful feeling at the end.
Here's my second on with these words. I went for 500 word because I kinda like the challenge of a set word count. Hope it's not too longwinded.

The desert sun was hot, cruel as it seemed to always be. It hung low in the sky, a great orange ball settling towards the mountains in the west. She always thought of those mountains like a great dragon coiled on the horizon ready to swallow the sun whole like a snake with a desert rat. It was, perhaps, an irrational thought, but it was that way of thinking that brought her to the attention of the Prophitess and why she stood in the sands now waiting for the dusk.

Being called before the Prophitess was a moment that would be burned into her memory for eternity, and it had came to her often as she ventured across the tortured land seeking what so few had seen. The lowering daystar brought her back to that meeting not so very long ago.

“You know why you have been brought to me?” Illmara said in her dark, low voice, “You know what we mean to ask you?”
“I was told very little,” she replied, “They said it was about my dreams.”
“Your waking dreams, yes. You see things others cannot. You have a destiny. You will not go back to your family.”
It took a moment for this to sink in, “Why not?” she asked in a small voice, “What is my destiny if not with my children?” She dreaded the response but knew the question must be asked.
“You will walk the sands, this is the fate you are meant for. Do not try to tell me you have not heard the desert calling. Your children will understand.”
She understood then that she was, in fact, being asked to choose. They would not force her against her will, but the dreams would never stop until she relented and followed where they led.
Illmara placed a hand on hers, knowing somehow that she had made her choice. “Your guide will be Rasputin the mute one.”
“No, my guide will be the desert itself. I know its simplicity well. I have seen the mayflower bloom in its heart in that elsewhen time of my dreams. I need no mute with his false visions brought on by the pills he thinks no one knows about.” She was angry now, but she saw that the Prophitess was pleased, and that she had just passed a test.

That had been little more than a week before by her reckoning of the sun and the moon, and now she walked the sands as she was meant to do. Her children would be okay, they were strong and knew their place in the world. And so she strode into the arid land which sheltered her even as it harmed so many before her. Which protected her where it would wound others.
The cruel sun set and the moon, in its silvery mantle rose. And she journeyed by moonlight, and it was this ethereal light that she finally came to see him in all his scaled and feathered glory.

DMarcella

Dragon, wow, you can write big time. Now now what is this creature that has scaled and feathered glory?

Qsilv

....................holy jumping jehosephat!

There is noooo way my 3 little kids in an enchanted garden can hold up to this stuff you guys are producing.... lol

DMarcella

Lyn...., I hadn't seen your, wow that is good too.

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Ron, you have opened up a whole new chapter here. I shouldn't be surprised by the literaary imagination that you have evoked with this game ... but I am in awe of the writers amongst us.

midnightpoet

wow, dragon...just wow.

anotherronism

I've been away for a bit.

Who knew?

OMG!

Dragon - you really, really need to be doing this full time. I'm not a fantasy geek but I can totally imagine the teen-age nerd-girls fawning over your style. Wow!

I have to come up with something for my last word challenge or I'd feel foolish offering another "dose". So in the words of the grand gubinator: I'll be back!

anotherronism

Okay... Here goes...


"Spain"

I am apparently irrational. Elsewhen, the simplicity of their argument would have sufficed.

They determined my attempt was made as a “direct result of underlying psychosis or psychiatric problem”. I would therefore be involuntarily detained.

Okay. I can deal with that. My great-to-the-nth grandfather watched the wooden whale “Mayflower” drop anchor and wondered what would be. He survived. For a while…

All I have to do is take the orange pills.

Why not? Rasputin, apparently, has nothing on me.

But Rasputin was killed. Not, as I, forced to linger.

Orange pills? Okay. But who then is irrational? Me? Why not?

Elsewhen: Did the Mayflower bring my ancestor a better life or simplicity, leisure, grace or riches?

Did ‘other’ people fix for him what was wrong. No. They hardly ever do.

But THEY are no Rasputin – laying hands on Alexei’s legs… Placing pills slathered in annatto-orange dye in this plastic cup. Saying I must ingest them. Okay already! I’m irrational. Why not? Did I mention my great-to-the-nth grandfather snuck aboard the empty Mayflower and returned to Spain?

Elsewhen the simplicity of things was so, well, simple.

Things change.

And I will therefore be involuntarily detained.

Again.

I wonder about Spain sometimes.

anotherronism

I wound up using each owrd/phrase exactly three times and according to Microsoft Word came in at exactly 200 words.

I am NOT suicidal or crazy.

It's 'just' a story

Dragon

Ron felt he must assure us that he isn't suicidal or crazy, I feel I must assure that I am not wandering the desert.