Write something using the following words:
Optative
Paroxysm
Quark
Xylotherapy
Zuppa
He was in an extremely optative mood. He did not have the guts to carry out what he most desired which was she, but just thinking about it made him sweat. He could smell the pungent odor coming from his feet. This was such a problem and always kept him from getting her. Even a she dog would give him a sorry look after one sniff, and then do a 360. It reminded him of the distinct aroma of quark; his favorite cheese….his stomach began to rumble. What the heck? The smell of his feet was making him hungry…why did he have to be so weird, just like the kids at school always reminded him he was. He remembered when he was a child of five and his Ma was standing in front of the stove cooking some steamy Zuppa for dinner which was the smelliest soup (he thought) in the world, and she would yell, Dalis!! I can smell yer feet from beyond this here stanky soup! Now go wash them ugly filthy critters! But washing them never helped damnit! Wish others liked the bouquet that came from his shoe shifters. Just the thought of it brought on a paroxysm so hard and loud that he felt his gut would split! It was friggin’ funny anyway. One time his Ma took him to some hole in the wall magical doctor with eyes like pinholes. Don’t even know how he saw outta those things. He tried to pull out the never-ending stink using xylotherapy. What a joke. There’s only one thing wood was good for, and he would never give up trying to be good.
Optative
Paroxysm
Quark
Xylotherapy
Zuppa
He was in an extremely optative mood. He did not have the guts to carry out what he most desired which was she, but just thinking about it made him sweat. He could smell the pungent odor coming from his feet. This was such a problem and always kept him from getting her. Even a she dog would give him a sorry look after one sniff, and then do a 360. It reminded him of the distinct aroma of quark; his favorite cheese….his stomach began to rumble. What the heck? The smell of his feet was making him hungry…why did he have to be so weird, just like the kids at school always reminded him he was. He remembered when he was a child of five and his Ma was standing in front of the stove cooking some steamy Zuppa for dinner which was the smelliest soup (he thought) in the world, and she would yell, Dalis!! I can smell yer feet from beyond this here stanky soup! Now go wash them ugly filthy critters! But washing them never helped damnit! Wish others liked the bouquet that came from his shoe shifters. Just the thought of it brought on a paroxysm so hard and loud that he felt his gut would split! It was friggin’ funny anyway. One time his Ma took him to some hole in the wall magical doctor with eyes like pinholes. Don’t even know how he saw outta those things. He tried to pull out the never-ending stink using xylotherapy. What a joke. There’s only one thing wood was good for, and he would never give up trying to be good.
uncle_charlie
ReplyDeleteVery nice indeed!! Good writer!
July 02, 2011
ChimesofLife48
Coming from you Charlie that means a lot! :-)
July 03, 2011
BungleGrind
do you have any idea how in awe of you i am? any uncertainty can be confirmed tomorrow with body language, particularly in the lip area.i have said it before and i’ll say it again …..you totally need to write more often.you kick ass and you rock my filthy world.in the literary sense as well as the literal sense.this was great sweet pea.i just read it again and it gets better each time i read it.just so you know.
July 04, 2011
ChimesofLife48
Can’t wait for that lip time….yeah baby!! Thank you so much babe. I am just as much in awe of you, just so you know. I love rocking your filthy world…I’m sure this one really rocked it BIG TIME since it was about stanky feets! I’m not sure where all of this came from…it just spewed outta me!
July 04, 2011