Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
WORDS FOR WEDNESDAY
It is that time again. GO HERE to get started. Either post your story on your own blog, in my comments or post it in the comment section at MUMBLINGS. Delores ends here WFW for February with quite a bang. She has done a good job this month. March words will be from River of Drifting Through Life. Words for today are: gaseous, green ghostly, grammar, glob, ghoul or dastardly, dunce, dragon, destiny, Doberman, dinner My story:
PUBLIC SPEAKING by Granny Annie
The guest speaker stood in front of the crowd. A GHOSTLY pale overwhelmed him as a GASEOUS GREEN GLOB oozed through his mouth and reduced his GRAMMAR to utterances of a GHOUL possessing him.
Would this be his final DESTINY? A call for an exorcism might calm the DASTARDLY DEMON. He pushed the chairperson into the corner like a DUNCE.
A DOBERMAN resting in by the entrance swelled up and became a fire breathing DRAGON circling the orator in a challenge that ended this once formal dinner in total destruction.
The keynoter blinked and shook his head, returning to the occasion. He managed to quell this fearful fantasy to begin his lecture for the evening. Why couldn't he just imagine his audience in the nude like other rhetoricians instead of dreaming up these terrifying visions?