Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now with a Bonus Word!

stopwatch graphicHappy Friday! Now that 2016 is well underway and we’ve spent the last week talking about what our plans and goals are, it’s probably a good time to take a break for a little Random Word Improv.

Thanks to those who tried their hand at last week’s random words, including Jilly with her offering Cinderella’s Big Night. A tough act to follow but I’m sure we’re up to the challenge.

In honor of the New Year today’s random word improv includes a Bonus Word. Incorporate it in your effort today for a little extra challenge.

Today’s bonus word is: salubrious

Here are the rest of today’s random words from a randomly selected random word generator:

mythical               high-class            antique                      glow

cosmic                  costume              wholesome                 photograph

barnacle               delightful             legendary                   dolphin

For any of you new to Random Word Improv, here’s how to play:

  1. Pick as many words from the list as you want
  2. Write the first line(s) of a story incorporating your words
  3. Post your results in the comments section.

Okay. Are you ready? Go!

*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*

Ah, you’re back. Kind of fun, right? Can’t wait to see what you have come up with.

Peace and happy writing to all.

13 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now with a Bonus Word!

  1. Yay! Mythical, salubrious, cosmic, high-class and delightful – the word generator is trying a change of direction for the new year! I’m going to take Penny’s suggestion and consider the further adventures of Cindy and Charlie. Stuff to do first though, so see you all later. Can’t wait to see what you come up with.

    Edited to add: more fairy tale adventures below. I think I got all the words 🙂 .

    • His Royal Highness Prince Charlemagne took a sip of beer and set his glass down carefully. The table wobbled, but not so badly as it had before their waitress, a buxom blonde improbably attired in a mermaid costume, had stabilized it with a piece of folded cardboard. “It’s an antique,” she explained. “That means it’s on its last legs.”

      Across the table His Grace the Duke Del Fino, Charlie’s best man and childhood friend, downed another pint; in an equally smooth move the mermaid replaced his glass with a full one. The Barnacle’s location was far from salubrious and its most delightful offerings the antithesis of wholesome, but the girls were high-class and the service legendary. Since their great-great grandfathers’ days the waterfront tavern had enjoyed near-mythical status.

      Charlie was a married man now, but Del was single, good-looking and loaded. He should have been milking his chick-magnet status, but tonight he was a picture of misery. Whatever had happened, it was bad.

      Charlie waved his hands in front of his friend’s face. “Earth calling Del. Get your head out of the ale and tell me what’s up.”

      Del put his beer down. Picked it up. Put it down again, scrabbled inside his jacket and pulled out a photograph. Charlie reached for it, but Del held it out of reach. “Mention Sea World, Chas, and you’re a dead man.”

      Charlie reached for the photo again, and this time Del let him take it. He tilted it this way and that, waiting for his brain to process what his eyes couldn’t quite accept. Turquoise sea, azure sky, and a dolphin, mid-leap, maybe fifteen feet in the air; on its back was a girl, blonde hair flying and bare breasts bouncing. The dolphin was, somehow, unmistakably…

      “Holy shit.” Charlie reached for his own glass and drained the contents. He’d spent an uncomfortable part of his wedding night turned into a frog. Trust Del to go one better. “My best friend’s a dolphin shifter.”

      Was a dolphin shifter,” Del corrected. “I kissed this girl at your wedding. Friend of the bridesmaid.” He shrugged sheepishly. “I’d been on the ambrosia and she was a good kisser, but when the glow wore off she’d disappeared and so had my delphic amulet.”

      “That’s bad, is it?” Charlie stalled, struggling to progress beyond my best mate’s a dolphin.

      “You have no idea.” Del scowled. “If I don’t get it back – soon – all kinds of cosmic badness will be headed our way.”

      • Excellent improv Jilly! Can’t wait to hear what cosmic badness is headed their way.

        Hard to pick, but I think my favorite line was: “Earth calling Del. Get your head out of the ale and tell me what’s up.”

        • (-: Hee-hee! I have just spent the last couple of weeks reading Ilona Andrews “Magic Does-Something-Or-Another-Nasty” series — well, the first three — and the shifter immediately reminded me of the writing duo!

  2. It’s too cold here! I have a glowing barnacle that must be mythical and/or legendary, but I just can’t get my words to coalesce around a sentence. It’s attached to the bottom of an antique sailing vessel, but I just can’t think of love or money or any other conflict. Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Barnacle?

    Oh, there, NOW we’re talking!

    Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Barnacle, was a legendary pro-wrestler of the fifties, and also my grandfather. I’ve got an old photograph, him in his costume that my grandmother made for him, the RUDY outlined and glowing with uranium paint. He’s got my great-uncle in a headlock, and they both have those goofy, fifties grins. That was right before my great-uncle disappeared behind the iron curtain. My grandfather never heard from him again. But now, it seems, my long-lost second cousin had appeared in my office, with a crazy tale of Russian paranormal labs and a request for funding.

  3. A little late to the party, but her is my offering for this week:

    Cassie dug through the pile of shoes on the floor, searching for the just the right pair for tonight’s undercover assignment as the Dolphin Lady at Barnacle Bob’s Bordello and Steakhouse.

    “Perfect,” she said, fishing a pair of green and blue sequined stilettos out from beneath a flip-flop and her old hiking boots. The shoes were just what she needed to complete her costume. She had fond memories of the last time she wore them, though her informer Snake would probably disagree since, in a pinch, the stilettos were detachable and lethal.

    Though hardly a wholesome enterprise, Barnacle Bob’s was far from the least salubrious case Cassie had been on recently. She hadn’t exactly volunteered for tonight’s assignment. The costume fit, so the job was hers, simple as that. Better than being back at the precinct dealing with paperwork.

    Bob’s wasn’t a high-class establishment, but they’d never had any trouble. Looking for an evening with a mermaid, sea goddess or water nymph along with a 16-ounce Porterhouse? Barnacle Bob’s was the place, or it was until last week when patrons started mysteriously disappearing.

    First Mr. Masters failed to come home after his date with Melinda the Mermaid Girl, then Councilman Andrews never even made it to his date with Bob’s newest water nymph. The Sin Palace down the street that catered to a higher-class of customer wasn’t immune from trouble either. Business was down, which meant tax revenues were down, which meant the Mayor was not a happy man.

    The locals, who were a superstitious lot, claimed the trouble was all tied to the theft of an antique amulet from the Egyptian Museum over on Fourth Street. They insisted it caused a cosmic disturbance that led directly to the current problems.

    Cassie had her doubts. So did Chief Daniels, who thought it had more to do with the Papadopoulos twins than cosmic trouble. Rumor had it they were trying to start up a competing business of their own here in town. Their Temple of Pleasure, down on the coast was legendary for its mythical offerings.

    Cassie gave her costume a final check, picked up her dolphin mask, and headed off for Barnacle Bob’s and her date with Nicolai Papadopoulos. If he was involved in the current mayhem, she’d find out. She had many delightful ways of getting men to talk; some of them were even legal.

    Cassie gave her fins a final adjustment just as the hostess showed Nicolai into her room. The surveillance photographs she had seen hadn’t done him justice at all. Six-plus feet of living, breathing Greek god. The temperature in the room rose a few degrees and she resisted the urge to fan herself with a fin. She was just considering the legality of stripping him naked – just to make sure he didn’t have any hidden weapons – when a strange glow appeared behind him, followed by a loud bang.

    Nicolai fell forward, crashing into her. She smacked her head into something as she landed on the ground, his dead-weight on top of her. Her last thought, as the darkness closed in was that this wasn’t quite the scenario she had in mind when she fantasized about getting closer to Nicolai.

    • (-: A surf ‘n’ turf escort service? This should be a thing. God, it’d be so funny if this took off in Japan — kind of like a combo Maid Cafe with delicious sashimi/sushi/seafood bowls.

      Nicolai sounds like a Poseidon! Mmm, love a man with a trident (-:.

  4. Worth waiting for, Elizabeth! Love the setting – fabulous shoes, awesome selection of hostelries, and bonus bad boy twins *fans self*.

    • Glad you liked it Jilly. As you might have guessed, I was inspired as I was clearing out shoes in my closet. Alas, I don’t actually have the blue & green sequined stilettos.

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