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G.A.D CHALLENGE 29TH JULY - 5TH AUGUST 2008
Hello Freeolians
It's that time again where we ask you to compete in a friendly game of wit, grammar and creativeness in an attempt to win £30 worth of Amazon or Argos vouchers in our new one off feature:
“WRITE ME A STORY IN LESS THAN 200 WORDS USING THE FOLLOWING 3 WORDS!!”
*okay not the best titled game show ever, but at least the name is relative.
The rules are as follows... Write a story in less than 200 words using the following 3 words:
Aubergine
Hammock
Cerebral
The winner will be the story which amuses me, but at the same time uses the 200 words wisely and includes the 3 key words stated above.
There is no limit to how many stories you can submit as long as the stories are good fun and creative. Preferably the stories will be posted as new threads in the Creative Writing Forum with the tag G.A.D in the title somewhere. If not then posting them within this thread will suffice.
Good luck young Dickensian word smiths.
Jubbachainsaw
P.S Let the game begin!
Hello Freeolians
It's that time again where we ask you to compete in a friendly game of wit, grammar and creativeness in an attempt to win £30 worth of Amazon or Argos vouchers in our new one off feature:
“WRITE ME A STORY IN LESS THAN 200 WORDS USING THE FOLLOWING 3 WORDS!!”
*okay not the best titled game show ever, but at least the name is relative.
The rules are as follows... Write a story in less than 200 words using the following 3 words:
Aubergine
Hammock
Cerebral
The winner will be the story which amuses me, but at the same time uses the 200 words wisely and includes the 3 key words stated above.
There is no limit to how many stories you can submit as long as the stories are good fun and creative. Preferably the stories will be posted as new threads in the Creative Writing Forum with the tag G.A.D in the title somewhere. If not then posting them within this thread will suffice.
Good luck young Dickensian word smiths.
Jubbachainsaw
P.S Let the game begin!
"Le sigh," sighed Jo’pel in a tone of notable discontentment. "The flow of the Z-neutrons into the anti-matter de-containment rhythmic stabiliser has been compromised." He walked across to the secondary control panel with an unusual slump in his posture. Arius had never seen his shipmate display such an air of defeatism since the unfortunate Aubergine Incident of 2784. "Surely, sir, there must be something we can do to rectify the situation, lest we die here in the cold wilderness of space?"
"My dear friend Arius, there may be nothing we can do, for as cerebral a race we have become, we have yet to discover the powers of magic. I cannot make right something that has been made wrong without the tools to do so."
Arius climbed back into his chair, and with a last forlorn glance towards the viewscreen, rested his head in his hands and rotated back to his normal position. "Oh, for something a little more comfortable on this, my final journey," he thought.
"My hammock would be yours, dearest Arius, were we not doomed to be lost to this empty vastness."
"Jo’pel? Have you tried recalibrating the X-particle solar leap processor?"
"Oh," said Jo’pel. "Quite right."
"My dear friend Arius, there may be nothing we can do, for as cerebral a race we have become, we have yet to discover the powers of magic. I cannot make right something that has been made wrong without the tools to do so."
Arius climbed back into his chair, and with a last forlorn glance towards the viewscreen, rested his head in his hands and rotated back to his normal position. "Oh, for something a little more comfortable on this, my final journey," he thought.
"My hammock would be yours, dearest Arius, were we not doomed to be lost to this empty vastness."
"Jo’pel? Have you tried recalibrating the X-particle solar leap processor?"
"Oh," said Jo’pel. "Quite right."
Crochton: I don’t care much for these hammocks, old boy
Thrace: You don’t care much for anything that doesn’t involve some fanciful new girl, my dear fellow
Crochton: If something is worth doing, it is worth doing with a lady. I should think that one would have quite the difficulty in procuring a girl anywhere in England who would be willing to lounge quite as languidly as this in what appears to be little more than a fisherman’s net
Thrace: Certainly not if they are as lavishly proportioned as your last. She was quite the aubergine
Crochton: She was certainly not aubergine by the time we were finished, and I am still less sure she was aubergine before we started
Thrace: You capacity for mishearing is famous, old chap. Are you sure your wits are in order?
Crochton: Quite sure, old boy, I checked both mine and her wits quite thoroughly, and I must say hers were quite larger than any I have checked before
Thrace: I fear that an excess of gin might have caused you some cerebral imbalance, dear fellow, as the last girl you were with lost all her wits quite some time ago
Crochton: How careless
Thrace: You don’t care much for anything that doesn’t involve some fanciful new girl, my dear fellow
Crochton: If something is worth doing, it is worth doing with a lady. I should think that one would have quite the difficulty in procuring a girl anywhere in England who would be willing to lounge quite as languidly as this in what appears to be little more than a fisherman’s net
Thrace: Certainly not if they are as lavishly proportioned as your last. She was quite the aubergine
Crochton: She was certainly not aubergine by the time we were finished, and I am still less sure she was aubergine before we started
Thrace: You capacity for mishearing is famous, old chap. Are you sure your wits are in order?
Crochton: Quite sure, old boy, I checked both mine and her wits quite thoroughly, and I must say hers were quite larger than any I have checked before
Thrace: I fear that an excess of gin might have caused you some cerebral imbalance, dear fellow, as the last girl you were with lost all her wits quite some time ago
Crochton: How careless
The sound of the wind rushing past his ears overwhelmed his senses. He ran blindly, without feeling, onwards, always onwards, as if he would never stop running. He stopped at a road, the silence suddenly allowing him some cerebral peace. Looking this way and that, his eyes searched in the dark for some stranger to whisk him away. He felt a sensation deep in his bones, a familiar sensation which rocked his soul like a hammock in anticipation of an approaching storm. He felt the nausea rise up inside him at the idea; he hated hammocks. The ground trembled; once, again, again. He felt his own warm liquid running down his leg and filled his briefs with the remains of his aubergine lunch. The terrible pounding grew ever closer, invading his head and washing everything else away. As he glanced behind him he caught flashes of the giant robot that was forever chasing him. Its headlamps swayed as it came closer, closer. It was upon him. His chin trembled and his bowels voided their contents once again. ‘Please’ he pleaded, ‘it wasn’t me’. The robot did not understand him, and with a single bolt from its laser, it destroyed him
The Rock’s music crashes through the arena to the sound of thousands of screaming WWE fans. He struts down to the ring bathed in the warm glow of the aubergine lights. But just as he reaches the ring he’s attacked by his opponent HHH, forgoing his glamorous entrance in favour of pounding The Rock’s face with a STEEL CHAIR!! The Brahma Bull is laid out on the mat beside the ring - this fight could be over before it’s started, ladies and gentlemen!
HHH stands in the ring with his arms aloft, gloating at his underhanded victory over the reigning champion. Thinking his world title is but a formality, the cerebral assassin exits the ring to drag The Rock’s unconscious carcass in for the pin. BUT WAIT! The Rock is nowhere to be seen! HHH scampers around the ring searching for his foe to no avail. Suddenly, The Rock emerges from below the ring equipped with a HAMMOCK, which he uses as a net to bind Trips to the mat!
"I have never seen anything like this in all my years in sports entertainment! Here it is, THE PEOPLE’S ELBOW!"
BANG!
...and STILL world champion – THE ROCK!
HHH stands in the ring with his arms aloft, gloating at his underhanded victory over the reigning champion. Thinking his world title is but a formality, the cerebral assassin exits the ring to drag The Rock’s unconscious carcass in for the pin. BUT WAIT! The Rock is nowhere to be seen! HHH scampers around the ring searching for his foe to no avail. Suddenly, The Rock emerges from below the ring equipped with a HAMMOCK, which he uses as a net to bind Trips to the mat!
"I have never seen anything like this in all my years in sports entertainment! Here it is, THE PEOPLE’S ELBOW!"
BANG!
...and STILL world champion – THE ROCK!
G.A.D CHALLENGE 29TH JULY - 5TH AUGUST 2008
Hello Freeolians
It's that time again where we ask you to compete in a friendly game of wit, grammar and creativeness in an attempt to win £30 worth of Amazon or Argos vouchers in our new one off feature:
“WRITE ME A STORY IN LESS THAN 200 WORDS USING THE FOLLOWING 3 WORDS!!”
*okay not the best titled game show ever, but at least the name is relative.
The rules are as follows... Write a story in less than 200 words using the following 3 words:
Aubergine
Hammock
Cerebral
The winner will be the story which amuses me, but at the same time uses the 200 words wisely and includes the 3 key words stated above.
There is no limit to how many stories you can submit as long as the stories are good fun and creative. Preferably the stories will be posted as new threads in the Creative Writing Forum with the tag G.A.D in the title somewhere. If not then posting them within this thread will suffice.
Good luck young Dickensian word smiths.
Jubbachainsaw
P.S Let the game begin!
Hello Freeolians
It's that time again where we ask you to compete in a friendly game of wit, grammar and creativeness in an attempt to win £30 worth of Amazon or Argos vouchers in our new one off feature:
“WRITE ME A STORY IN LESS THAN 200 WORDS USING THE FOLLOWING 3 WORDS!!”
*okay not the best titled game show ever, but at least the name is relative.
The rules are as follows... Write a story in less than 200 words using the following 3 words:
Aubergine
Hammock
Cerebral
The winner will be the story which amuses me, but at the same time uses the 200 words wisely and includes the 3 key words stated above.
There is no limit to how many stories you can submit as long as the stories are good fun and creative. Preferably the stories will be posted as new threads in the Creative Writing Forum with the tag G.A.D in the title somewhere. If not then posting them within this thread will suffice.
Good luck young Dickensian word smiths.
Jubbachainsaw
P.S Let the game begin!