Writing Challenge: 50 Words -- With a Twist

The deciduous trees of Donnybrook cascaded gold over the Dublin suburb's pavement. James approached a figure at a gate ahead; he glanced at James, winked, then walked down the hill, jacket jauntily over his shoulder.

James wondered dejectedly how he would feel if his doppleganger hadn't gotten to her first.

Chicken, dressing, lazy.
 
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chicken, dressing, lazy

"The arsenic was in the almond chicken," the gumshoe said to his colleague in the locker room. "Brilliant, if a bit lazy."

He nodded, examining his clothing while dressing. His wife had color-coded them so that he could avoid wearing stripes with plaids. Maybe she wouldn’t notice his mismatched socks.


New words: marshmallow, paint, dotted
 
"Oh, Kevin?" There followed a rustling in the shrubbery.

At the sound of his name the dodo ran in quickly from the garden, eagerly snuffling out the marshmallow in Rebecca's hand.

"Nooo...!" She shook her head as he ran through the spilt paint leaving dotted claw prints on the patio.

Roads, Sagittarius, Brian.
 
Maid of Marvels said:

"The arsenic was in the almond chicken," the gumshoe said to his colleague in the locker room. "Brilliant, if a bit lazy."

He nodded, examining his clothing while dressing. His wife had color-coded them so that he could avoid wearing stripes with plaids. Maybe she wouldn’t notice his mismatched socks.


New words: marshmallow, paint, dotted

It was the way she licked the bits of the melted marshmallow that dotted her red-painted lips,...slowly...seductively...From this simple act, he became deeply aroused as it brought him image her doing the same with his cum. It was his ultimate fantasy to have this sweet, young innocent swallow his cum.

vodka, fruity, London​
 
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chris2c4u said:
"Oh, Kevin?" There followed a rustling in the shrubbery.

At the sound of his name the dodo ran in quickly from the garden, eagerly snuffling out the marshmallow in Rebecca's hand.

"Nooo...!" She shook her head as he ran through the spilt paint leaving dotted claw prints on the patio.

Roads, Sagittarius, Brian.

sorry, chris, but we posted at the same time

Brian's girlfriend, Cindy, was a Sagittarius and strongly believed that in the cross-roads of life that she and Brian were destined to be together. However, unfortunately for Cindy, her prediction soon proved to be false when she found him in bed with someone else. Someone named Carrie, her best friend.

vodka, fruity, London​
 
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vodka, fruity, London

He preferred a good London gin to fruity vodka. Hell he preferred almost anything to the stuff she drank. But it was her place and that was all the alcohol there was. He knew when drunk she fucked like a herd of rabbits in heat. So drink up they did.


Ointment, Pizza, Quizzical
 
She gave a quizzical look at the ointment the doctor had prescribed. Something in the pizza that she had eaten on Monday had given her a large, blotchy and itchy rash. The directions said to apply liberally on the affected area, but when she did, she felt a burning sensation…

butter, cream, chocolate
 
butter, cream, chocolate

The helpless girl lay naked on the satin sheets. First her tits were covered in chocolate syrup then topped with whipped cream. She like the idea of being the sweet treat in a banana split, but shuddered as she wondered what he planned to do with the stick of butter.

Topiary, toggle, tenacious
 
He couldn't have gone too far, I thought to myself as my eyes scanned the room. There, behind the topiary tree, I caught a slight movement. "You are a tenacious one!" I laughed out loud. "There is no where for you to go here," I said as I led him back by the wrist cuffs, reattaching him to the toggle bolted to the wall...


~q

*cinch, trace, ardent
 
Cinch, Trace, Ardent

She couldn't breathe—wasn't allowed to, as he cinched her tighter and tighter inside his whale-boned apparatus. Her pussy ached—pulsing with each snap of the laces, the way he looked her over, tracing his bound little jewel with smiling eyes. She was his; his ardent obsession in Victorian underwear.

novice, tawdry, mousing
 
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A Refresher...

It's been over a thousand posts and our thread seems to be attracting some new players, so I thought I would repost the guidelines for the game:

Each submission is to be EXACTLY 50 words and the three words that are given as a challenge should be used in the EXACT form that they were given by the previous poster.

That's what makes it a "challenge". ;)

Enjoy!


Last three challenge words:
novice, tawdry, mousing
 
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After an amusing game of cat chess, the felines (scattered in various locations around the street) stretched and parted.

The old Tom's voice rumbled, "not too tawdry for a novice." He smiled lugubriously at the kittenesque Queen who rubbed against him.

"Now - a little spot of mousing?"

She purred deliciously.

Bell, Codex, Lamplight.
 
Bell, Codex, Lamplight

The Church bell of St. Thérèse de Lisieux rang into the night. Priests retired the Codex Argenteus with other relics, in the secret basement of the medieval church, used during Mass. And unbeknownst to Friar, and Priest, an unholy bliss occurred by lamplight. She’d read the Song of Solomon, aroused.

chocolate, furtive, kitty
 
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chocolate, furtive, kitty

There were people around but no one was looking at her. With a quick, furtive movement the chocolate kitty disappeared into the pocket on the front of her blue sweatshirt. She wasn't stealing it, she was borrowing it. The detailed kitten made it seem alive. Betsy could almost hear purring.



sturgeon oxygen pillowcase
 
"My God - a pillowcase round her neck - someone's throttled her!"

The people on the liner looked at the prone woman.

"Oxygen!" someone cried; there was a noise behind the crowd.

"Let me through," (there was a wet sound, like fins on the linoleum) a voice boomed, "I'm the ship's sturgeon..."

Aphrodite, salute, cork.
 
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Aphrodite, Salute, Cork

“Truth or Dare, Emily,” he asked, as a cork landed in her apple-cider brandy;
She smiled, at her husband’s friend, “Dare…I’d like to salute my wild side,” she said, letting her chocolate-brown curls fall about her shoulders.
“Take off your top,” he said. And Aphrodite, appeared between two perfectly-round breasts.


speechless, twisted, mind
 
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speechless, twisted, mind
Speechless, he sat across the table from her, certain that she had lost her mind. What if someone noticed? He looked around surreptitiously. Had he heard someone snicker? He twisted his napkin so hard it ripped in two. Whatever was she thinking? They were in Maxim’s and she was... dunking!!

New words: pedestrian, insipid, fast-forward
 
pedestrian, insipid, fast-forward

Her instructor's insipid lecturing on the Molecular Biology was boring her to tears. She desperately wished she could fast-forward the clock to ease her aching pussy. He promised he'd be waiting for her by the pedestrian bridge to give her anatomy lesson, legs spread and bare-breasted over a park bench.


Brandy, Sonnet, Teal
 
Brandy, Sonnet, Teal

Her silky teal evening gown quivered as she sat enthralled by her older companion reciting a romantic Shakespearean sonnet. He had invited her to join him for a brandy after they met at the boring reception. The timber of his rich voice already had her aquiver and her pussy moist.


Cantilevered, calliope, caterwauling
 
Albert played the calliope at the Cirque Fernando, the crowd caterwauling to his racuous music.

He watched the equestrians perform, as the bareback rider of the stallion kept her eyes on Fernando, his whip in hand in the ring.

Albert recalled her cantilevered breasts as she rode him, last night.

Boulevard, Saturday, heart.
 
Boulevard, Saturday, heart.

*A bit of fractured poetry from a commited writer of prose*

I know it is hard to imagine
That cruising the Boulevard led me here.
No rubber was worn
The pill she did scorn
When on that Saturday we fucked in my car’s rear.
I love with all my heart you she said,
And you’re my baby’s daddy
We must wed.


Lust, loon, lament
 
lust loon lament

And now she must lament
The hour that she spent
With him, that reckless loon,
Fed with a silver spoon

He stole the jewel she kept
When with him, she had slept
And, with every bit of lust
This helpless maiden’s trust

For one forbidden kiss
Conquered for selfish bliss


crash, club, cubical
 
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Norma looked at them funny, when men would crash there.
The cubical, back of Club Noir.
Since Dave - back there was her electric chair:
the men would get the gigavolt stare.
Her lips painted a smile,
She tried to forget the aisle
She was alone with the ghosts. Only her.

Depot, piano, trio.
 
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depot, piano, trio
Smoke swirled, voices mingled and glass tinkled, adding an upbeat backdrop to the sound of the trio playing a jazz tune.

"Can you play the piano?" he asked the leggy blonde.

"Not since my accident," she replied.

He nodded. This was his contact. Tonight they would blow up the depot.


New words: mimosa, twinkle, biggety
 
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