hehe...I see what you mean, Joy - this could get addictive!
Fleeing the strident, waxen maiden, Duncan charged for the stairs, unaware of the spilled grease. His feet hit the slick spot, and with a strangled curse he slid straight into the balustrade and over the side as if he were eager for gravity’s fate. As he plunged towards the water, he had a moment to wonder which god had it in for him this time before he landed headfirst in the dinghy.
As the malevolent canker spread its way up the helpless trunk of the once-stately Gilden, Herem-Jack chortled eerily in a child's timbre. "Much better than a bludgeon....I'll kill all of them from the inside!" With the image of the entire grove slumping into a wilted, leprous miasma branding itself onto the poor mind of the Woodhelven child he had possessed, the Boy-Raver unleashed a horrific/beatific smile.
DukkhaWaynhim wrote:I think I need to go get an exorcism now
I know the feeling.
pustule wicker skunk
All the rubbing the world wasn’t going to get rid of the pustule on her chin. She sat delicately in her wicker chair, filmy skirts billowing about her, and hoped her visitor wouldn’t notice it. Young Harry had brought his pet skunk to visit, and they laughed as the glossy creature nosed through the dirt of a potted ivy, looking for beetles.
Feeling exorcized?
watery
third
virtue
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
the watery substance oozed down his back as he tried to run away from the alien. It grabbed him with its third tentacle and pulled him slowly closer to its mouth. It was here that he found the virtue of carrying a rocket launcher with him at all time...
A night on the town had the old wizard feeling definitely raunchy, but his bleary eyes and eggy beard left potential human partners unenthusiastic. For lack of a better idea, his thoughts fastened on the magma women from the volcano next door. With a quantum of this and a plethora of that, he was sure he could concoct a potion that would have those volatile ladies breathing fire.
bridge
vagary
heft
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
The 21st brigade reached the bridge by sunset. With the unpredictabilities of bombing, the bridge's existence would be left to a vagary of chance. The next morning, the bridge had indeed been destroyed, so the solider started to heft the heavy beams of timber to build a new one.
Vampire
Nuclear
Investment
Waddley wrote:your Highness Sir Dr. Loredoctor, PhD, Esq, the Magnificent, First of his name, Second Cousin of Dragons, White-Gold-Plate Wielder!
Vampire Burns stalked back and forth across the worn carpet of his ancient office. "At last, after eight thousand years, my nuclear power monopoly is complete!" he crowed to the corpse of his long-dead assistant. Burns rubbed his withered hands in satisfaction that his investment in undeath had paid off.
Finding Nemo II is the story of a now rugose Aussie dentist who takes one last trip to the US to visit his aging sister in Phoenix, Arizone. While waiting for his connection flight at LAX, he is made a hostage by two bumbling desperadoes who end up taking him out to sea on their dilapidated dinghy. As he is bemoaning his fate while dangling his feet over the surface of the ocean, a plucky prawn overhears his wish' "If only I were a clown fish, I could just swim out of here."
[I felt the need for balance after that last one ]
The pyramid of Dukkhatep had been buried beneath the desert sands. Following the sand storm which uncovered it, the blue sky was speckled with fluffy white clouds. In contrast to this peaceful scene, the pyramid stank like an abattoir - scarab-ridden corpses lying scattered about.
Copper
Tyranny
Naked
Waddley wrote:your Highness Sir Dr. Loredoctor, PhD, Esq, the Magnificent, First of his name, Second Cousin of Dragons, White-Gold-Plate Wielder!
The ever-enterprising Ur-Vile was again hard at work, attempting to fashion a method of escape using the copper sheets and wire found in the secret hatch. In order to escape the tyranny of the uber-oppressive Daxilans, he would also have to come up with a weapon. As one of his captors passed by the cell, Ur-Vile could not diguise quickly enough the naked look of determination, and the Daxilan guard stepped closer to investigate.
The time had nearly come, and gentlemen were gathering silently. It was sentences at dawn – with the touch of shadow to the sundial, exposition would fly. Each had taken an anxiolytic, so it remained to be seen whose mind would be clearest.
supple
tick
slanderous
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
Supple Tick Slanderous
She waved her wand at the dog, admiring the supple way it bent to her command. The dog went to scratching at a tick that was not there. Alas, she thought, if only these people thought my words were not slanderous, I could go out again.
One dark corner of the elegant room held the reek of sulfur. The exorcist, all his senses alert, congratulated himself on feeling no fear. An ordinary person with his special knowledge would have taken flight long since – and missed seeing him fooled by a hot mineral bath.
pimento
tower
worth
"The universe is made of stories, not atoms." -- Roger Penrose
The great sorceress, Joy, sat down to dine on a pimento dish. Not normally used to peppers, her scream could be heard from the top of the tower. The chef who prepared such a hot dish would be worth little indeed after Joy was finished with him.
Malfeasance
Muffin
Eponymous
Waddley wrote:your Highness Sir Dr. Loredoctor, PhD, Esq, the Magnificent, First of his name, Second Cousin of Dragons, White-Gold-Plate Wielder!
The King of the hippopotamuses was about to be dethroned for his malfeasance in the devastating debaucle at breakfast. The charges stemmed from allegations of the addition of a tincture to the daily muffin deliveries. Which finally gave an eponymous definitive to his title "Lord of The Tasty Leaf", which had consequently kept him as king for the last 20 years.
Although it took me about 5 minutes to decide which form of the Plural to use for Hippo, I only tripped twice over other phonetic phrases put forth in the former futility.
A highly questionable rumor has it that Siegfried and Roy are considering an artiodactyl collection when Roy returns from the hospital. We are told that Roy’s escutcheon, the white tiger rampant, now bears a white tiger kitten, and may go through other changes. This is actually supposed to be Siegfried’s idea, based on a sadret’s ne'san of dep and math, razh of loss, his spa madri tri back to a two-person meme-scape, and other abstrusenesses.
I know the feeling.
You tell me! 
