Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Disorder in the Court

A GavelI’ve always been a fan of order – alphabetical order, numerical order, law and order (the concept, not the television show) – but life seems to have a tendency to be messy and complex and downright disorderly at times.

While I can’t organize the rest of the world, I can (and do) take care of my little corner of it during my annual New Year’s Clean-a-thon.  The local donation centers benefit from my efforts and I always feel more creative when not distracted by clutter.  As a bonus, I usually find something that I forgot I even had.

Now that order has been restored here in the Writing Castle, it’s time put my newly restored creativity to work in a round of Random Word Improv.

Care to join me?

Whether you’re cleaning all the things, writing up a storm, or ready for a brief vacation from reality, a few minutes of Random Word Improv are a great way to have a little fun and get some words on the page.  I’ll be giving today’s words a try after work, possibly with the assistance of an adult beverage.  Feel free to get started without me, with your own beverage of choice.

Ready?

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

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

All right, let’s get started. Here are today’s randomly selected words with an order/disorder theme (thanks to a suggestion by Random Internet Guy Scott) – can’t wait to see what stories you find hidden in the list.

retain                   disorder               chaos                    rules

evidence             diversion             hide                       witness

treasure              discard                 tongue                 imposter

zebra                    apology                hallucination     contest

Are you ready?  Go!

*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*

Back already?  Can’t wait to read what you’ve come up with.

Happy writing to all.

4 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Disorder in the Court

  1. “Witness the magnificent order and disorder of the cosmos! See the universe unfold and refold and blossom once again into a origamic fantasy of space!” The barker at the Space Booth waxed poetic about the hallucinations available inside for everyone willing to pay three pents for a look-see inside his hut of wonders. Of course, James wanted to go, but Cynthia hated chaos. Last time she went, she was haunted by zebra-striped visions for a week. Still, she bit her tongue, and let James lead her by the hand into the hut. Honestly, one would think he was 14, not 40. This whole trip had seemed more like a constant contest of wills instead of romantic getaway, and she was learning to choose her battles. If she wanted to retain any semblance of dignity, she needed to conserve her strength. She’d hide in the bathroom if the hallucination got too intense, but if she could brave the whole thing, she’d have extra points to distract him from the next diversion.

    The barker gave her a knowing look. “Ladies’ room is near the third row to the right of the theater,” he whispered, and she nodded gratefully. Hallucination-creators seemed to cater to the chemicals associated with the Y-chromosomes, and she now knew she wasn’t the only girlfriend who sought respite without apologies from the gut-wrenching spectacles.

    Cynthia lasted a whole three minutes and twenty-eight seconds, and then the spatial manipulations of the four-dimensional treasure map sent her into a tizzy. “Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” she whispered to James, knowing full well she wouldn’t be back for another thirty-eight minutes and now 20 seconds. She staggered through the doors, disoriented by the colors and shapes that seemed to whirl around her in space and time, and found herself in the dark passageway leading to the restroom. The barker was there, leaning against the wall, sucking on a stim-stick.

    The barker took a drag of the stick, then exhaled in a sexy sigh. “You should lose the chimp. He’s only in it for his own pleasures, you know. If he was into you at all, he would have seen the way your knees were trembling, and gone to the Marshmallow House for hot drinks.”

    Cynthia leaned against the wall next to the barker. She came up to his shoulders, and his stim-stick was in grabbing range. “Let me have a puff of that stuff.” What a day! And the guy was right; James was a complete loss except when his needs and her attributes coincided. But one had to follow the rules of a relationship to the bitter end to bring things to a safe conclusion. Where would they all be if they discarded all the hard-won etiquette of the ages? Back to bashing each other over the head with clubs, she supposed. The stim-stick was cinnamon-y and bright, and she could feel herself come back to herself. God, had she be running around all weekend at a remove from her soul, trying to be some imposter-girlfriend, trying to eke some sort of mutual respect from James? Yes, she’d certainly been faking it all day. She took another puff. It emboldened her. “Say, when do you get off? I’m not usually the kind of girl to dump boyfriends at theme parks, but you are right. He’s not the one.”

    The barker smiled, not a nasty smile of triumph like James might have, but like a boy getting an unexpected present on his birthday. “I just got off. Was just having a stick before heading out. Where would you like to go? Marshmallow House for a hot cuppa? You look cold.”

    Could this be evidence of basic decency in the modern male? Cynthia wasn’t ready to hold her breath waiting for a knight on a horse, but a cup of ginger tea couldn’t do any harm. She texted James her farewell, and walked out the exit with promise in her step.

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