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Author: Ergo, the Ogre
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Bruno’s Name Day Suit
Today at MindLoveMisery Menagerie:
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.
Your words this week are:present
celebrate
birthday
older
candle
In honor of Bruno Etxarte’s Name Day, an special event was planned. At 27, he was the most senior male in the family, therefore, the affair promised to be the blow-out of the year.
Since the Etxartes were not wealthy, the guest list was modest; just the family and some friends from their Azkoitia village were invited. However, the local high school band, Los Chicharrons, agreed to play for free, as long as they had access to food.
Mama Etxarte was busy crafting a huge Name Day cake for her son, making sure there was plenty of room for all twenty-seven mini-torches to mark each of his years. She remembered last year’s fiasco with a grimace. The cake had been too small for the 26 mini-torches, and as Bruno’s sister Amaya carried it out to the patio, the cake suddenly burst into flames — a veritable chocolate conflagration. Amaya screamed and tossed flaming mess away from her. It landed on the ground near the party table, catching the paper tablecloth afire. Soon, the entire table was burning, including Bruno’s Name Day gifts. Fortunately, most were simply empty boxes wrapped in festive paper, so no one was out any money.
As an aside, Bruno was not the most popular guy in Azkoitia. He was known as a spoiled whiner who never outgrew throwing temper tantrums when he didn’t get his way. In short, Bruno was a 27-year-old brat.
In any case, this year every precaution had been taken to ensure the threat of fire and other mayhem would be minimal. Just in case, however, Papa Etxarte purchased a small fire extinguisher. “You never know…” he said.
The only thing left was to purchase Bruno’s Name Day gift. Mama wanted him to have at least one box to open that wasn’t empty or worse, filled with wild boar droppings. She decided on the traditional Basque Name Day suit in Bruno’s favorite shade of green. Sure, it was an old-fashioned and cheesy idea, but Bruno was a cheesy guy and everybody knew it — even his mother.
Besides, Mama Etxarte couldn’t get over how handsome her boy would look is such an outfit. Maybe he’d even attract a nice girl and get married…
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A Troiku
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille
A Troiku is based on a haiku (the sleigh) and to create the “horses” you have to take the three lines of the “sleigh” apart and use every separated line as the first line of three new haiku (the three horses). Troiku isn’t easy, but it’s really a joy to create it.
Shadows in the moonlight
Stars hide behind clouds
Winking like fireflies
Shadows in the moonlight
hold each other close
even after the dawn
Stars hide behind clouds
like shy children
hoping to be seen
Winking like fireflies
a hot August night
beads of sweat
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“L” is for Loser
It’s Monday at MindLovesMisery Menagerie. That means it’s Wordle Day! The challenge is to use at least ten of the words listed below in a story or poem.
Scatter
Atemporal ((adj.) free from the limitations of time)
Marriage
Rounded
Locomotive
Lopsided
Road
Opinion
Eurhythmic (adj.)) characterized by a pleasing rhythm, harmonious)
Revitalize
Screenwriter
Misguided
After three grueling months, Sheila’s marriage was over. It should never have happened in the first place, but what can you expect when you think with your heart (and other unreliable body parts) instead of your head.
Tony was a screenwriter whom she’d met at a Eurhythmics concert. Sheila found him terribly attractive with his lopsided grin, dark curly hair and cornflower blue eyes. In her opinion, Tony was the next best thing to a Greek god come to Earth.
Unfortunately, Tony had neglected to tell Sheila that his career as a screenwriter had hit a bump in the road. Actually, it was more like a yawning abyss and there was no revitalizing it. Tony had made too many enemies in the industry, and even worse he had lost his creative flair. To him, it felt as if his gray matter had somehow become scattered like leaves in a wind storm.
So, after just two short weeks of dating bliss, Tony and the misguided Sheila were married. Everything was fine for a week or two, and then Sheila noticed that Tony never seemed to be working on anything. More importantly, there was no money coming in aside from her own miniscule paycheck.
The rent was due in one week, and it was time for a confrontation.
“Tony,” Sheila began. “Why aren’t you working? You haven’t written a thing since I met you.”
“I dunno,” Tony shrugged and turned up the TV.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?”
“Can we please talk about this after my show?”
“A Dudley Do-right cartoon is your show?” Sheila looked at her husband in disbelief.
“Hell yeah, and the good part’s coming up.” Tony explained. “See, Snidely Whiplash tied Nell to the railroad tracks, and a locomotive just rounded the corner!”
“Gee, I can’t imagine what will happen…” Sheila rolled her eyes.
“Oh, I know.” Tony agreed. “Me neither!”
“Alright-y then.” With that, Sheila grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
Tony was too engrossed in the fate of Nell to even notice his wife had left.
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