Quilly Week 36

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story
Week Thirty-Six: (11.12.09) confabulation; pudify; & rimestock.



confabulation-Familiar talk; easy, unrestrained, unceremonious conversation.
pudify-to cause to be ashamed
rimestock.--old almanac with runic writings

The Plan in Action

Mallory studied all the evidence he had accumulated thus far. As he looked over the invoice for the phalerae that was stolen he noticed something else. Immediately a plan began to form .He knew he couldn’t prove that Foxco and the DA were working together but the evidence pointed in that direction. After some thought he took the best of what he had and went to see Judge Monty Trueheart, one judge he was sure he could trust. He needed two warrants, one to tap the DA’s phone and one to search the residence and business of Alexander
Foxco.. The judge had no problem with the Foxco warrant but only reluctantly gave the warrant for the tap on the DA’s phone. “I hope”, he said “this doesn’t pudify us.”
Then Mallory sent deputies to exercise the warrant and search the house and office of Foxco. They went in two unmarked cars and were told to park outside the home and office and wait for Mallory to tell them to go in.
Then he went to have a confabulation with the DA. In their discussion of the case he pointed out that along with the stolen phalerae in the museum shipment was a very valuable rimestock. It had not shown up with the phalerae found at Josh’s place. Because they were concentrating on the killings it had been ignored. But now he believes Foxco has it and he was sending deputies with a warrant to look for it. She said she would hold up Josh’s trial until he had checked out that lead.
As soon as Mallory left the DA called Foxco and told him “ Mallory is coming with a warrant get rid of the rimestock. Now!
Of course, Mallory listened in on the conversation. He waited five minutes and sent in the deputies. They found Foxco with the book in his hands. They arrested him on the spot.
Mallory went back to the DA’s office and placed her under arrest.
Both Fosco and the DA claimed the other was the mastermind and the real killer.
The State’s Attorneys Office sent in a Prosecuting Attorney for the case.
Mallory gave Josh back his property and told him about the oil.
Josh didn’t want his land being messed up by oil companies and decided to ignore it.
And Mallory could now look out the office window without worrying about being shot.


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And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.
In other words if it contains Quilly's words and looks like a really bad poem it is really good Quivel. Here then is today's quivel.

The Last Druid

The rimestock unopened lay
It’s owners long gone away
Center of this confabulation
Held at the mystic station
It does not pudify me to say
We’ll see magic this very day
For I am a priest of the Druid clan
Knowing more than ordinary man

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Raven's Challenge 88

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Cute, come with me to the Casba, bloodhound, respiration, Facebook, Canada Geese, modern, gravity, spider webs, sea shells
And for the mini: curiosity killed the cat, charming Victorian, railroad tracks, tower, salt and pepper

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Agent 012 , now just slightly green , had reached his destination which was a restaurant designed to look like a mid-Eastern club. Over the door , supposedly to add to the atmosphere, was a sign that said “ Come with me to the Casba”.
He entered to discover the designers had failed and it was a hitonious almost risible imitation. As he sat waiting for the informant he wondered why informants never met in charming Victorian style restaurants with mellifluous music playing.
Becoming bored he played with the salt and pepper shakers which were shaped like little camels.
He looked up as a ugly old man entered, looked around, and then came to sit with Agent 012 at the table.
“ Do you have any sea shells for sale?” the old man asked.
“ Curiosity killed the cat” , Agent 012 replied.
The old man then sounding as if he had a respiration problem gave him directions to the Spider Webs Tower. And assured him that what he wanted would be there.
As he left Agent 012 wondered why informants were always ugly and never cute. He also realized that he knew the address he had been given. It was just across the railroad tracks from the Facebook Computer Center and three buildings over from his favorite tragematopolist’s shop. But now that he had the information like a bloodhound catching the scent he was out and after Haz-mat.
When he reached his destination there was a flock of Canada Geese flying overhead and he wondered if that was a good or bad omen. The Spider Webs Tower itself was one of those truly modern buildings that seemed to defy gravity. The best of science and architecture had gone into that building but Agent 012 couldn’t help but think that a few well placed explosives and it defied gravity no longer. Perhaps in a world of people like Haz-mat that would always be the ineluctable conclusion. But not if he could stop it.
He had no idea what kind of day this would be.

The ten word challenge-Climb of Fame

Gloria was all the way up to the $60,000 question on the Quiz show “ Climb the Money Ladder” when they asked her in what movie does the phrase “Come with me to the Casba” appear? She had no idea. That one never showed up on Facebook and she wasn’t a movie goer or TV watcher. She was a modern internet person after all.
By this point she had answered a difficult question on the migration pattern of Canada Geese and a slightly easier one on the composition of spider webs. She had had no trouble on the easy questions about bloodhounds and sea shells.
Now she didn’t know the answer and that left her with that horrible choice. She could quit and take the $30,000 she had already won or she could climb the ladder. Her respiration quickened and her pulse increased. She had promised herself that she would not try the ladder but $30,000 was at stake . Could she come that close and just walk away ? She looked at the ladder . It didn’t seem impossible to climb to the step marked $ 60,000 and then holding on with one hand retrieve the paper with the answer on it. Of course the ladder was at an angle and she had to climb up the underside. Gravity would be trying to pull her off the ladder and down to the floor. But then she couldn’t really fall. They had that harness on her and if she left go she would be floating. But that’s when the camera zeroed in on the poor person. You don’t look cute hanging in the air just having lost all the money. She knew all of that. She told herself again I promised not to climb. I promised myself. Then she turned and pushed the green button. They began to strap the harness on her.

The mini challenge- Winning?

The salt and pepper shakers were shouting at each other.
“ Curiosity killed the cat”, said the salt shaker. In a high pitched voice.
“ But satisfaction brought her back” said the pepper shaker in a low throaty voice.
On and on they went.
She shook her head trying to clear the images and the voices. She wanted to know where she was and how she got there. On the wall directly across from the end of the bed was a large oil painting of a charming Victorian tower flanked by railroad tracks. She knew she didn’t own a painting like that. She looked down at the bed all her coverings were white. Where were the delightful rainbow sheets she had just put on the beds last week? Where was she.
Just then the door opened an a nurse entered. “ Finally your awake “ she said. You have been in a semi-coma. For a week. You kept saying cat so we sent somebody to your house and your cat has been fed every day.
As the nurse went on memories came flooding back. She saw herself climbing the ladder. She held on with one hand. She grabbed the right answer with the other. Then everything went black.
“Nurse, Nurse” she said “ Did I win”?

An After Thought

The two writers looked at the pile of papers spread out on the table before them. They were filled with notes and stage directions for their latest made for TV movie. Bob, the head writer. Says “ It is shaping up nicely. The graphics boys are having a field day with the salt and pepper shakers and the Director has everything pretty will blocked out. But we still don’t have an ending”

Winning Sort Of

Fred says “We could have the nurse answer her question by saying “ Concerning that miss I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is you lost your grip and while you were hanging there the cable snapped and you fell forty feet to the stage where you broke your leg and suffered a concussion. So you didn’t win. But the good news is that between the lawyers and the insurance company your going to come away with a lot more money than you would have won.”

Losing Sort Of

Bob says “ I hate to reward her greed. We could have the nurse respond
“Concerning that miss I have some good news and some bad news.. The good news is you you made it to the floor. Then you decided to quit. They gave you the check for $60,000 and you went home. There you interrupted a thief robbing your house who hit you on the head giving you the concussion and putting you into the coma. The police did catch the young man. But the bad news is that you have no health insurance and this hospital stay is going to use up all your winnings and you will still owe the hospital.”
If we use this ending it’s a little help for the President’s health care effort. We liberals have to stick together,

You Decide

Maybe we should do both endings then run them by a test panel and then pick the one to use when Boxed at Home runs it.


Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Flash55- Another Pun

Flash Fiction 55
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.Here is today's story:


The son of then South Korean President Syngman Rhee was hired as a Life Magazine correspondent.
The younger Rhee loved to drink
and on one occasion, Rhee was missing for three days .
Finally a policeman checking a tavern
, found the young man man and cried,

"Ah, Sweet Mr. Rhee of Life, at last I've found you."

Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the thirty first chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood.

The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE
Sir Day the Knight applied for admission to the square table.
But only for the day shift.
He was a day Knight , not a night Knight.
At night the Knight Sir Day had no sight and couldn't fight.
King Underwear waited a day to say it was okay.
Thus Knight Day became a day Knight .

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Quilly 35

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.Today we have our choice of any word introduced in October. They are:

Suffarcinate-to load up, to stuff
spiscious-adj. of a thick consistancy
tristifical-adj. causing to be gloomy or grievous

maleolent-adj 1657 -1727-having an ill odour
xenization- n 1818 -1818- to exist as a stranger.
pigritude-n 1623 -1656- slothfulness

tenellous adj 1651 -1651- somewhat tender
utible adj 1623 -1711- serviceable; useful
nubivagant adj 1656 -1656- moving throughout or among clouds

misqueme v 1395 -1658-to displease; to offend
tragematopolist (plural tragematopolists)- 1. A confectioner, or a seller of sweets.
vacivity n 1656 -172 -Emptiness, containing nothing; meaningless, without knowledge or sense; frivolous; foolish

All of Quilly's words may be found HERE

A Plan

Detecive Mallory now knew that Alexander Foxco was behind the killings and it was all because he knew there was oil on Josh’s land. He also suspected but wasn’t sure that the DA was working with Foxco This would explain why she was in such a hurry to take Josh to trial. But such conjecture was useless with his present vacivity.
What he needed was a utible plan. As he sat at his desk thinking suddenly the window exploded and a bullet whizzed by his ear. He dropped to the floor, ignoring the maleolent old boards , pulled his revolver, and crawled to the window but when he looked out he could just see a black car pulling away. He couldn’t get the license number. Standing he rubbed his now tenellous knees and shook . Now they had extremely misquemed him.
IT had to have been Foxco or one of his stooges. But how did he know that Mallory was getting close? The only one Mallory told of the evidence was the DA. Now he was fairly certain she had to be one of them.
He went straight from his office to the lawyer’s and had a paper drawn up. Then he and the lawyer went to the jail to visit Josh. He explained to Josh he had a plan to get him out but Josh had to trust him. He wanted Josh to sign over all of his property to him. Josh trusted Mallory fully and didn’t hesitate in signing. The lawyer witnessed the signing.
Then Detective Mallory sent the lawyer to visit the DA and to tell her that he would be representing Josh. Tell her that to make this possible Josh had signed over all his property to Detective Mallory who would then be paying the legal bills.
After that was completed Mallory went back to the office having stopped only to pull the security video from the entrance to the tragematopolist at the end of the street.
To be continued.

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And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.
In other words if it contains Quilly's words and looks like a really bad poem it is really good Quivel. Here then is today's quivel.

Candy Making

Maleolent wind blows across the plain
Tragematopolist there hoping for gain.
Into the vacivity the ghouls came
Misqueme their one sole aim
Pigritude in the ghoulish clan
Utible stuff to make a plan
Spiscious foam covered the ground
No more tristifical covering to be found
Suffarcinate it into nubivagant like bags
Tenellous candy from the hags

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Mystery Theater

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

Check in there to find other Portrait of Words stories.

Mystery Theater

Welcome my dear reader to another exciting episode of “Spider Web Mystery Theater”
This is the place where the supernatural becomes the natural and you could become a frog.
As we open our creaking door we see Emma and Ella
Twin sisters on their way to the Halloween Concert of Ghouls at the somewhat scary Community Concert Hall.Tonight we are told odd mannequins will walk among the audience.
Who knows what they will do.
There will be vampires and werewolves and evil things that go bump in the night.
But most frightening of all this man
The long dead serial killer of old ladies will suddenly appear. He , now one of the long undead dead, will kill again.
But our two ladies are not afraid. They stopped in the lobby and armed themselves with a supply of magic bubble gum.It is guaranteed to keep all supernatural things away and our ladies are chewing up a storm.
The show begins, lightning flashes, strange things walk among the audience and stranger things play eerie music on stage.
When it over our friends Emma and Ella have disappeared . They will never be seen again.
Before we close the creaking door let us remind you that no matter what it says on the machine bubble gum does not protect against the undead. ( Maniacal laugh is heard as sound of the creaking door fills the air)

Raven's Challenge 87

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: plumber, autograph, Florence Nightengale, a chill wind’s a blowing, watering hole, sleek, triplets, backwards, surface tension, parrot
And for the mini: Free estimates,French fries, carpet, Braille, silver-tongued bandit

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

It has been a hard week for Agent 012. He has been to a small town in Michigan called Pigeon Falls where he was just hours behind the international terrorist Haz-mat. There some lady named Nancy wanted him to stay while she printed out his picture and had him autograph it. She had never seen a green man before.
Then he was in New Jersey where it was discovered that shortly before he arrived Haz-mat had purchased a number of small pipe sections just right for pipe bombs. In the shop a parrot kept saying “ a chill wind’s a blowing over the old watering hole.” The constant repetition made him nervous.
A matchbook left at the plumber's shop offering free estimates on carpets took him to the Florence Nightengale carpet shop. There the owner Augustus Braille told him that Haz-mat had purchased a small length of sleek carpet.
He gave him a real buy on it because the weave was backwards. It meant the surface tension on the rug would attract dirt instead of repel it. But Haz-mat didn’t seem to care.
After the carpet shop he took a break at the Silver Tongued Bandit Restaurant and had a hamburger and French Fries. He called home and found out his sister had delivered triplets. He certainly didn’t expect that.
But now he had to face the fact that there was terrorist with all the supplies he needed to make a number of pipe bombs. This was getting scary.
At that point he got a call saying that Haz-mat’s car had been sighted in front of the Almost True Hardware Store.
“Timers”, Agent 012 thought.” He still needs timers.”
This did not look like a good day for our somewhat green agent.

The ten word challenge-Cabin Delivery ?

Lilly watched the bug walk backwards on the water. She had read somewhere that it was surface tension that made the bug’s walking like that possible. Henry Plumber said “ Wrap yourself in a blanket dear a chill wind’s a blowing.” She didn’t want a blanket she wanted Florence Nightengale to come and hold her hand while she had the baby.
This was the last place in the world she wanted to be when the baby came. At least she wasn’t having triplets like her sister.
If only she hadn’t pushed Henry to take her to Mudville to get that autograph of Fransico Parrot. It sure didn’t seem important now. Then she let Henry talk her into stopping at the cabin by the watering hole to make sure it was ready for deer season. Who could have known the car would get stuck and strand them there? He had, of course, left his sleek new mobile phone at home which left no way to call for help.
Henry settled her in the one big soft chair and covered her with his warmest blanket. Then he made a roaring fire in the big old wood stove. When it was really burning well he threw in a couple of logs that looked pretty wet and closed the stove door. Then he went outside and she heard him climbing on the roof. About a half hour later he came back into the cabin smiling and about a half hour after that the rangers came.
“Yep!, I still know Morse code “, he said.

The mini challenge- Silver Tongue Indeed

Paul Plumber was often called the silver-tongued bandit because of his ability to get ridiculous amounts for the stuff he sold at his store “ Everything and the Kitchen Sink”. For example he sold a wooden plate of wooden French fries, each one hand painted, for $ 80. And he sold a worn welcome carpet that said “ WELCOME we give FREE ESTIMATES for $ 159. But perhaps the best example of his ability is his selling a pile of Braille books to a gentleman who couldn’t read Braille and wasn’t blind. He got $205.10 for the pile. He convinced the man, a Doctor that he should put them in his waiting room as a service to his blind patients.
Paul always greeted new customers with the of the story of his birth , only slightly embellished. It seems he was born in a cabin in the far North. His parents were trapped there by a blizzard. When the blizzard ended his father climbed up on the roof of the cabin and using his jacket to cover and uncover the stove pipe sent an SOS that was read by the Ranger Station. The Ranger came through the snow with a dog sled and arrived just in time to deliver the baby. His mother said that just as his head came into sight the sun broke through the clouds and a ray of light like a halo shown upon his head. She knew right then he was blessed by God so she called him Paul after the great apostle.
The story was only slightly embellished if you ignore the fact that his birth certificate says he was born in the Mudville hospital with Dr. Raymond Pullman in attendance.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Flash 55-Mary Poppins

Flash Fiction 55
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.Here is today's story:


Mary Poppins traveled to Hollywood, where she opened a shop on Sunset Boulevard as a fortune-teller.

She always received a very strong premonition whenever someone was about to have an onset of bad breath. In order to publicize her success at this, she had a sign above her door,

reading: Super California Mystic Expert Halitosis.




Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the thirtieth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood.

The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE

Good King Underwear had his throne back but with the loss of the Gray Knight only 3 Knights were left. In the First Chair was the Knight in Shining Armour. In the second the Knight with one leg and one arm. Sir Laughsalot was still assigned the twelfth chair. It was a very lonely square table.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.