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A tale for The Sunday Whirl where this week’s given words are –
greed tragedy despair presence walk calm strings earth all spirit vibrating heart
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When I saw this week’s prompt words I thought it would be fun to write a miserable story for a change! One of utter despair. Lets have a go…
Why on earth did she walk away? Was it greed that changed his once calm heart into a vibrating cardiovascular contraption? All that remained of his spirit was a half empty bottle of whisky, ‘twas like a violin with broken strings…
Mmmm, it’s not going too well. Maybe I should have a go at a cross between comedy and tragedy, I’d call it dromedy and write a story about a camel. Here goes…
Humphrey was born without humps (amusing bit). One day he ate his friend (sad bit) because he was a camibal (amusing bite, sorry, bit). The others feared being in his presence but often failed to see him approaching because (dramatic bit) he was so well camelflaged! (silly bit)….
Oh, I give up.
By the way, what do you call a chicken that writes stories? Eggatha Christie – normal service has been resumed!
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Just once I would love to be privy to the way your thought process flows! Delightful as always.
I often wonder myself! Thanks, Jodi.
camel, camel, camel, chameleon …
Haha, all together now…🎶🎶🎶
Camibal …. groaning here but you always get a chuckle from me, dear Keith
That’s what I like to hear, thanks, Nancy!
Thanks for the smiles. I needed them.
It was my pleasure to provide them, Sadje, thank you.
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just a bit of comic genius or maybe I just like a good camel joke or two 😉
Whichever, thanks so much!
Love your ‘dromedy’ Keith – so glad it wasn’t a sad tale 😄
Thanks, Ange, I’m not very good at sad tales!
You tried Keith!
I did, but I’m not sure why I bothered!
You are very clever with these!
That’s really kind of you, thanks, Mimi.
That was a fun diversion! Thank you.