The ‘Double Take’ challenge focuses on the use of homophones to build your writing piece. You have two sets of homophones and you are challenged to use all of them in your response – which can be poetry or prose.
Over to Sarah for details:
Our homophone sets this week are:
auricle – external part of the ear
oracle – seer
hoard – a great stash
horde – a great many people
whored – prostituted
She was slightly miffed that she didn’t get to meet the elusive Oracle when she went for her medical. The doctor made such a fuss of pushing her hair out the way and probing her auricle, she couldn’t believe it was supposed to be to see into her future.
She ignored the sign. Having found this great hoard of cash under the bed, it could be her ticket out of here.
She didn’t seem too worried about the horde of people queuing outside, until she heard a rather dismaying comment.
If only she’d bothered to read the damn sign, then she would have realised what the money was for and why there was so much of it.
Aunt May had whored her way through the clientelle waiting to sample her predecessor.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “green.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Green is actually my favourite colour, and a certain green frog would forever cheer me up in days gone by, until that floozy piece of bacon sizzled into his life.
Seriously, I like green. It’s refreshing and reminds me of all things new after the cold days and dark nights of winter.
There are so many variants to it. Just to say Green is totally inadequate when you consider pea green against emeralds, and sea green against the fluorescent plumage of a mallard.
If I had to give Nature a colour it would probably be green, as even the leaves on the trees start as green before they change to the crisp golden hues of autumn.
We have been warned that the Beast from the East is going to make a reappearance this weekend. We are naturally ‘thrilled’ (not).
We received our heating bill today and I’m pleased to say we are well within budget. In fact, the utility company wanted us to reduce our monthly payments by 35% rather than run up a large credit on our account. I had deliberately over calculated when we moved here so as not to have any nasty surprises, and of course with the horrendously cold weather when The Beast arrived a little while ago, our heating consumption rocketed. That aside, we are still nicely in credit, but I’ve asked for our payment to be reduced by 25% instead to put us in good stead for next winter.
We are actually running a spreadsheet with our meter readings and were only 63p out in our calculations!
We’ve already noticed a significant drop in the evening temperatures and an increase in wind velocity over the past few days, so I prefer to err on the side of caution.
Thanks Rachel. I have just the thing for this week.
She saw him enter the room and her heart missed a beat.
This was rather unfortunate, embarrassing and awkward, but she was not going to let him get the better of her again.
She remained seated on the cracked vinyl stool.
She saw a slight flush creep up his face when he saw her and watched to see what he’d do next.
He took a seat at the other end of the bar, then to her surprise took out a cigar and lit up.
She almost laughed aloud when his pink cheeks turned a sickly shade of green as he puffed the smoke sideways out of his mouth. It curled upwards into his grey eyes and made them water.
Picking up her bag, she walked over and sat down next to him.
‘Hello,’ she said.
‘Er, hi. I didn’t expect to see you here.’
‘No. You neither actually. Not exactly your scene, and since when have you smoked?’
He stubbed it out, burning his fingers in the process.
‘Let me buy you a drink, I think you need one.’
‘Yeah, Sure. Thanks. I’ll have a shandy.’
‘No. Disgusting habit. I see you’ve taken it up again.’
Still smiling, she put the pack and lighter away.
‘This your first time?’ she asked.
‘Yeah. It was recommended, but I don’t think I’ll stay long.’
‘Come over and join us, have a few laughs and bitch about the world.’
‘Um, no, thank you. I don’t think so.’
With that he left his drink untouched and scuttled away faster than she’ ever seen him move.
She resumed her seat with her friends.
‘Who was that?’ Annie asked.
‘That, my dear, was my ex husband.’
Many thanks to Charli over at Carrot Ranch again. Carrot cake is one of my favourites, first introduced to me by my SIL for my 33rd birthday.
Check out the challenge here:
March 16, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about carrot cake. It can be classic or unusual. Why is there cake? How does it feature in the story. Go where the prompt leads.
The challenge was which was better, oil, margarine or butter, and which measures, imperial, metric or ‘cups’.
The American team used oil and cups.
The Home team used margarine and metric.
The Boss used imperial and butter.
I made two, one oil and imperial, the other margarine and cups.
The judges were work colleagues and the final tasting was on the Friday.
At 50p a taste, the proceeds went to charity, all efforts identified by a number.
It was unanimous that whilst the cakes were all OK, it was the cream cheese frosting that walked away with the ‘prize’.
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Now, are we talking about a wrinkle in the system, a wrinkle in our clothes, or those laughter lines?
I can’t really comment on the first, as there’s always a wrinkle somewhere in someone’s opinion.
The second option is also iffy, as I can’t remember the last time I ironed anything.
Sure, we have an iron to press our clothes, but when they come out of the dryer they are lovely and warm, so a neat fold is just as good, which was a godsend when we were on the boat.
Mind you, when Summer eventually comes and the washing will be dried outside, then the iron will come out of hibernation. Ah, slight tilt, we have no ironing board. Must put it on the household item list.
You bet. I have a lot, and they reach down to my ankles.