Still going with the story of Fred Johnson, Paragon of Virtue. Here are links to the previous episodes. If you need/want to catch up, click here for the 1st installment, 2nd installment, 3rd installment, 4th installment, 5th installment, 6th installment, 7th installment., 8th installment, 9th installment, 10th installment, 11th installment, 12th installment, 13th installment....
Friday evening: update: A touch under the weather and running late, so I'm just going to post Mr. Linky and the words and will probably do my exercises in the morning instead of tonight. Apologies.
7:00 pm update: Something that almost never happens to me. I am totally thrown by these words. At least I guess it's a sign that I don't cheat and make up words that work for my particular story... in fact I may be trying so hard NOT to do so, that I'm making it extra difficult for myself. Sigh..
9:17 pm update: For better or worse, they are done. Whew. By the way, the conference was well worth the time. It will be available to listen to some time soon. Lots of food for thought.
Words for this week's 10-word challenge were: pelican, patch, pendulum, poodle, puddle, paddle, parched, Pegasus, petunia, pig And for the mini: flaw, filling, filter, flattery, fashionable
My mega:
As the Fred Johnson, Paragon of Virtue neared the far corner of the Hall of Shadow Boxing, he could feel an intense magic of a sort he had never experienced before swelling up around him, filling his head with a dizzying assortment of words and images.
Petunia Pig sat in a puddle. A pretty pink poodle stood beside her fashionable in a diamond collar. Peter Pelican paddled by, gazing at them with one twinkling eye (the other was covered with a large black patch), that moved like a pendulum back and forth admiring each, admiring both. "Beauteous ladies," he intoned, "lovely are you beyond compare, so pray forgive me if I stare. But two such lovelies without flaw can not be filtered by my craw, even as copious as it be, so please dear ladies dine with me. Petunia blushed in sheer delight , but Flora Poodle was unmoved. "Puffed up fool," she huffed at him. "I'm not so parched for flattery, that I'd be drawn to the likes of thee. Winged Pegasus is the one for whom I wait. Today will be our very first date.Her words trailed off as Fred felt himself crashing towards the floor, then sensed with gratitude a pair of strong arms catching him and easing him down gently onto a pile of straw. Through the haze in his head, he heard Healer McFlash's concerned voice saying, "Really, Count Psycho, it was utterly responsible not to tell him he needed a filter helmet. Good thing I decided to stop in or the consequences might have been dire indeed." As he was passing out, Fred, sensed, rather than saw, Psycho's happy smile. "Thanks McFlash," he mumbled, "I owe you at least one."
My mini:
Fred awoke a few hours later, to see the faces of both McFlash and Bubbles gazing down at him with obvious concern and the wonderful aroma of chicken soup (or the Sunday Kingdom equivalent) filling the room. "You're awake!" McFlash exclaimed delightedly. "Do you know who I am? Where you are?" Fred nodded, still feeling rather exhausted. "Excellent. I know it's fashionable these days, but I'm not given to flattery, so know, young man, that if I tell you that you are extra-ordinary it is not an exaggeration. That Psycho allowed you to into the Hall of Shadow Boxing without the filter helmet was nothing short of attempted murder. That you have regained consciousness and know your name speaks of profound inner strength. Be proud of yourself. You have been tested by fire and lived to tell the tale. That Bubbles and I forgot to warn you of the need for such protection is totally unforgivable. It was flawed thinking on our part not to know that - being from another world - you would have no way of realizing what we allowed you to walk into. Thank Goodness, the Spirit of Bird of Paradise warned us of your peril and we were able to reach you in time. Now we need to get some soup into you and some healing herbs and watch your dreams for the next day or so. Neither Bubbles nor I will leave your side until we are sure all is well." And then the glowing radiance of Bubbles was there, gently spooning soup into his mouth. He felt the healing power of the soup move through him, and wrapped in the beauty not only of Bubble's face but of her energy, drifted back into sleep.
And the 10-word:
The next few hours found the Paragon tossing restlessly in his sleep, parched with fever. In his dreams he was struggling to tread water in a surprisingly deep puddle which he apparently shared with a very large Pig and a flamingo colored pink poodle. "Who are you?" they asked in unison. "I'm Petunia," said the pig, "and that's Flora. You appear to be up the creek without a paddle." "Up the puddle, anyway," Fred heard himself reply, which prompted a loud guffaw from behind him, where he turned to find a pelican wearing an eye patch gazing in his direction. "Where am I?" dream Fred asked. "Don't you know?" the other three replied in unison. "You are between swings of the pendulum and only Pegasus can save you." As they spoke those words, a glowing winged steed with the voice of Bubbles, floated down beside him like a cooling breeze, and whispered. "Fear not. I am here and you are safe. Come, let's get some more soup into you." And as he woke to see the face that went with the voice, he knew the words were true. The Hall of Shadow Boxing would not claim his mind... at least not yet.
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Words for next week's 10-word challenge: postulate, lamp, lucky, fatalistic, politics, call me a cab, broken, intermittent, snake oil salesman, drill
And for the mini: far-flung, exchange, crevice, fluid, chasten
Thanks you for playing. Newcomers can check here for some guidelines to make the game more fun. There are no rules, just some general guidelines and tricks.
1 comment:
Good job on using the words! I like the dream sequence - and good for Fred for surviving. He's special after all :)
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