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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 3:13 am
by Sorus
A nascent feeling of dread crept up Bob's spine as a branch snapped somewhere deep in the forest. In a horror movie, the music would have just reached a crescendo. There was something hidden in the gloaming, and now it was following him.


Horrific
Invincible
Crumpets

Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 3:36 am
by Linna Heartbooger
A sudden crash when the nameless stalking nocturnal peril made a leap for him jolted him awake - into a present that was even worse.
He could hear the steel-toned voice of his wife downstairs as she sought an advantage against her invincible adversary - a guest of no mean prestige.
"Would you like more crumpets, perhaps?"



tremendous
repetition
coruscate

Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 4:23 am
by Sorus
He felt a tremendous sense of relief - it had all been a dream. The tedious repetition of the past week must have caught up with him. He caught sight of their unexpected guest, and his vision seemed to coruscate.


Ravenous
Punctuation
Regulated

Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 5:32 am
by Linna Heartbooger
"Well, good morning! I am suddenly ravenous for crumpets!" he greeted his flustered wife.
Turning to the great Lady present, his wife said, "Of course you know Bob," with absolutely no pause or punctuation.
He regulated his need to clench his fists.


Raveling
Punctual
Regurgitated

Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 8:38 pm
by Sorus
He wished he'd taken the time to put on a new shirt; this one was raveling at the cuffs. "I expected him to be more punctual," their guest complained. She turned her venomous gaze upon him, and he nearly regurgitated his crumpets.


Ornate
Stubborn
Ambush

Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 3:04 pm
by Linna Heartbooger
And then his eyes caught sight of the ornate earrings which bookended her face. They had been his mother's, and only flawless tactics and a stubborn disregard for fair play could have yielded them up to the woman who stood arrayed before him. This was too much - it was like an ambush.

veteran
petulant
wine

Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 3:41 pm
by Zenlunatic
He was a veteran of the Gulf War. He had married a petulant wife. The wine went down easy.

condom
kitten
doughnut

Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:23 pm
by deer of the dawn
The skin on her face in the mirror sagged like a used condom. "Hey, Kitten," said her husband, coming into the bathroom behind her. "Have a doughnut; they're better than my Mum's crumpets."

Sand

Tether

Flourish

Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:34 pm
by JIkj fjds j
Deer, that's probably the most disgusting sand I've ever read on Kevinswatch. You've got a really weird tether going on. And a flourish for the archiac gongorism.

Captain
Chub's
Anchor

Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:41 pm
by deer of the dawn
"Captain, what the heck is a gongorism?"
"Chub's in the galley. Go ask 'im, he knows all 'em fi-dollar words."
But Chub had weighed anchor and gone back to law school.


fluffy

shoes

sentimental

Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:48 pm
by JIkj fjds j
(4 sentences?)

"Fluffy?"
"Shoes."
"And I thought you were the sentimental type who gives their pets cutesy names!"

Eight
Nine
Ten

Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 10:11 pm
by deer of the dawn
Rune wrote:(4 sentences?)
:roll: Nitpicker. :D

Eight days later. Nine cinnamon crumpets. Ten pounds gained.

Phlebotomist

Segue

Infinity

Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 10:35 pm
by Linna Heartbooger
"Nobody loves the phlebotomist!" she declared with a grin. "You guys poke us with needles!" I replied, as it made a perfect segue for some good-natured griping. It seemed that a night in the hospital required an infinity of instances where somebody wakes you up for blood draws: at least this gal had a sense of humor.

potential
ascetic
coalescing

Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 2:47 pm
by Zenlunatic
Some days seem full of unlimited potential. Others feel like you're an ascetic proceeding through the Stations of the Cross. The coalescing of these two extremes, we call life.

their
they're
there

Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2016 8:56 pm
by deer of the dawn
"There!"
"They're what?"
"In their car!"

inveigle
mortify
exalt

Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2016 7:06 pm
by Sorus
"An inveigle is a sort of ankle-biting dog, right?"
"Bob, you mortify me. Do you exalt in your own ignorance?"


Forlorn
Reflection
Perfection

Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2016 4:40 pm
by deer of the dawn
The forlorn teenager played with strands of her hair as she leaned on the pillar. In a puddle she noticed the reflection of birds flying overhead. She gazed upward, to behold a perfection of cumulus gloried by the afternoon sun.

flag

detritus

hone

Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2016 6:00 pm
by Cord Hurn
When the craft didn't answer after an hour, it was a red flag to Sonya that something had gone wrong.
She hoped that this didn't mean the ship was now reduced to detritus on some jagged reef.
But she had to think positively, as it was time to hone her skills at directing a search-and-rescue mission.

chrism
grimness
essential

Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2016 6:23 pm
by deer of the dawn
The rays of the sinking sun were a chrism to her intentions. The grimness of her companions only steeled her resolve. It was essential to betray no misgivings as they did the deed.

flatulent

carpet

bedevil

Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2016 5:45 pm
by aliantha
No one could deny the dog was flatulent. The carpet under his bed emitted a stench that would bedevil anyone to remove.

extricate

minion

ramparts