S7 Challenge 7 Broken China

Campaign, banshee, gallop, playpen, snatch, orangutan, stipend

This year’s campaign for Toggs on Bods was finally over. Bartan could now stop screaming like a banshee at those wisp of a willow models and settle in to a venti Carmel Brulee Latte; ‘tis the season *snap*. He summoned his assistant Gail commanding she gallop out quick for his beloved coffee “Don’t forget China” he shouts after her. Bartan sniggered as Gail galloped off for his coffee and China. Gail had chestnut hair and broad quarters like his favorite mare Tyra. Gail left the design house forgetting her coat but even in the brisk night air of winter waving for a taxi she did not feel cold. Her hatred for Bartan kept her warm. She detested his I’m the queen of the manor attitude but she put up with him as the price of admission to fashion’s inner circle. She would go to Bartan’s place the playpen as she liked to call it, no need for Starbuck’s tonight. Exiting the elevator Gail heads for apartment 1818, the corner apartment with the best view of Manhattan on the 18th floor. Unlocking the door seeing bits and pieces of China laying about the living room filled her with a frenzied delight. She took a look around the apartment before dialing 911 then she phoned Bartan. Once he stopped berating her for her delay she said “come home right away”, “I called 911”, “it is bad” and then she hung up. Gail reached in her purse for her camera to snatch a picture or two before the 911 responders arrived. The police arrived on scene first. Officer Geo Spangolupolus was a large orangutan type of man. His partner David St. John in contrast was like a tall drink of water to a very thirsty woman. Gail made a mental note of David’s badge number and the fact he wore no wedding ring. Bartan got to the apartment about the same time as the EMT’s. It was Officer Geo who caught Bartan just as he eeked out a sound and collapsed upon seeing his beloved China. A gruesome site it was to see China laying dead on the living room floor his skin patterned out as if by Jame “Buffalo Bill” Gumb from Silence of the Lambs. China was Bartan’s lover for the past year or so, he loved him dearly. Only Gail knew that China was seeing someone on the side. She’d stumbled on what would be the motive for murder. Officer David knelt beside the body picking up bloodied pinking shears, Bartan’s shears, with his pen to maintain the integrity of any prints. Gail knew whose prints the shears would not carry, the gloves she wore took care of that. She’d killed China just as Bartan closed his apartment door leaving for the fashion show. She had to be quick to ensure opportunity for the murder. She only patterned off a portion of the chest and backside in the interest of time but felt this was a nice touch to add. Bartan would surely be suspect for the murder just as Gail planned. The abuse she was subjected to and the small stipend she received for her exceptional work was one thing but when Bartan took her fashion ideas as his own well that was too much. She will get another job in the industry and in time have a showing of her own designs. While waiting for that day she sips the current coffee flavor of the month. The baristas put her coffee in a beautiful china mug at her request. She sits content and a bit amused picturing Bartan strutting the cat walk for Bubba and the other cell mates on Riker’s.

S7 Challenge 6 Better off dead

Opponent, breaking, exchanged, said, else, Theresa, he.

Chantelle had once been Bette’s friend, her best friend. The depth of betrayal perpetrated by Chantelle necessitated a change in her status from friend to opponent. Bette, while breaking one of Chantelle’s fingers for each letter, spoke softly O snap P snap P snap O snap N snap E snap N snap T snap. Looking at Chantelle’s two unbroken thumbs Bette picked up her garden snips and pruned off those thumbs placing them back on Chantelle’s hands but exchanged left to right and right to left, snickering just a little she secured them with duct tape. Bette brushed back her blonde hair from her eyes leaving behind traces of Chantelle’s blood on her fair pale skin. Oddly the red blood and pale skin were complimented by her striking blue eyes. Wake up! Bette said shrieking then slapped Chantelle’s face hard; twice. Chantelle opened her eyes slightly and whispered Bette? Who else but Bette she cried, have you betrayed more than one friend lately? Slapping Chantelle again, wishing she had not slipped quite so much sleeping powder in to her wine Bette proceeded to get Chantelle dressed in the witch’s outfit and in to the front yard. It was nearing 9pm and the Halloween party guest would be arriving soon for the annual bash. Bette’s Sister Theresa arrived to the party first. She came dressed as Miley Cyrus from the Vanity Fair shoot. Theresa hugged her Sister mentioning that she’d out done herself on the decoration this year. She was particularly taken with the witch Bette had hanging by her neck from the tree in the front yard, commenting that the costume was quite detailed and wondered what type of stuffing was used for the witch’s body. Theresa then asked where Bette’s husband Dave was not seeing his car in the driveway. Bette taking a deep breath, looking over at the werewolf who’s head was chopped off and sitting in a basket, said “last minute errands, he would forget his head if it were not attached”

S7 Challenge 5 Last call

Cross section, rambunctious, narrow minded, effect, China, calcium carbonate, subjunctive:

Cross Section an unusually named bar & grille located at the intersection of Willow Street and DeLaqua Boulevard in Mountain Vista California was often frequented by the rambuntious students from the neighboring University in Sunnyvalley. The students of Saint Clarence University found the inhabitants of Mountain Vista to be a bit less narrow minded when it came to the effects of their alcohol induced antics. While China Morris was writing the day's lesson on the board with a fresh stick of calcium carbonate, Useage Note: The subjunctive mood of the verb... her thoughts trailing off she looks about the classroom noticing how on this Monday as with every Monday the students file in more slowly than other days in the week. Reaching down, brushing a hand over the colorful tattoo on her ankle she is reminded of a time not to long ago when she could be found hearing “last call” at the Cross Section.

S7 Challenge 4 Not alone

Words randomly selected from the book : The Witching Hour by Ann Rice, S7= Michael, letters, Currys, loved, when, she. Oops, only six words hee hee hee.

Michael felt himself begin to tear as he read the correspondence yellowed by time neatly tied with a strip of leather. The letters left behind were penned by John Curry in 1864 during the Civil War. The emotional tug felt for the Currys by Michael was not from reading the horrors of the Civil War experienced by John rather from reading about the love he felt for his wife Beth and his Daughter Cassandra, born 2 months after he left yet again to fight for the North. From his writing it was clear he loved Beth and Cassandra with all that he was. Michael wiped a tear from his eye as he read the last letter. It was in this letter that Beth learned when and how John was killed. Michael thought she had probably not even read past the part which read, we regret to inform you your husband lost his life during the Battle of Cedar Creek. All Beth knew was she would never again see John and Cassandra would never know her Father. The death notification floated from Michael's hand as he saw another shape move across the room.

S7 Challenge 3 Duck butt

American Revolution, atonality, constitute, empirical, fold, impotent, lettered

It seemed like another American Revolution. The ducks were certainly revolting or was it molting. When Mr.Atonality Duck talked the others into leaving the row didn’t that constitute a revolution? Empirical, damn right, Daffy had seen this happen before. Once a duck gets on a piece of clothing; there is no keeping them in the fold. Previous revolts of this kind have shown those wishing to stop it; impotent in their efforts. Daffy did enjoy when he would see a duck butt draped and lettered with the words “honk if you’re horney” Funnier on the geese, but still a chuckle on the ducks.

S7 Challenge 2 Paris

Counter measure, land locked, mission, plagiarize, rectum, Smith Adam, syllabus.


Counter measure, that is what we need to end the land locked acreage in Mission Hoochapackey. Ms. Plagiarize Hilton was quoted as saying “That s.o.b. gives me a pain in the rectum” She was referring to Mr. Smith, Adam Smith and his refusal to meet with her to discuss a possible solution to the land lock. It appears he holds the key. She doesn’t know what to do with the syllabus she created; maybe she could give him a pain in the rectum. She giggles and reaches for a National Enquirer from the news stand.

S7 Challenge 1 Bugs friggin' Bunny

I mentioned in a comment that I would post this totally cool picture of Bugs since we all dig him so much and that I would play my word challenge too.

I opened the dictionary to a page at random and while looking away put my finger on a page. The word closest to my finger was then selected for my list of seven words. I decided to make it a bit more difficult and use the words in the story in the order they were chosen from the dictionary. Here goes, my first S’ Seven challenge.

BLACK SEA, COUPE, FOE, FUZZ, JUNO, MITOSIS, STRUM

Having been successful in Istanbul he boards the ship to sail the Black Sea and begin his journey home. He can’t wait to get back and trade in his orange coupe for a motorcycle. This latest encounter with his foe, Elmer Fudd has left him with an urgency to get the bike he has always wanted. The movie Fuzz with Burt Reynolds is playing in the ships theater. Jim Carey could play the part of me thought Bugs as he passed the movie poster advertising what was now playing. Entering the stateroom alone his thoughts turned to her as they usually did when they were not together. Juno Mitosis was his gal, beautiful and the twin sister of Hera. Their parents were into mythology, hence their names. Juno’s name suited her perfectly; to him she was a goddess. He looked over to his guitar in the corner of the cabin and crossing over to it he begins to strum. I will put a sonnet to music for her he thinks. Ha! Right, I’m Bugs friggin Bunny not Pepe Le Pew.