Welcome to Three Word Thursday #6. This week, joining the quondam word-list, we have sternutation, zoilist, & anopisthograph. We also have a whole list of perspicacious writers. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used the words. You’ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.
Zinnia grabbed a Kleenex box and waved it at her sister. “Listen, Zelda, you know there’s nothing I hate more than a zoilist, so I certainly don’t want to become one, but you’ve either got to stop that constant sternutation, or learn to cover your mouth and nose. Use a hanky for petesakes, you’re spraying germs everywhere!”
“You know, Zinnia, it’s hard enough having this horrible cold, without having to put up with a sister like you! I’ve used so many tissues I have rubbed my nose raw, but if you don’t care that I’m in pain, fine. I’ll use a tissue. This one will do!” Zelda reached into a pile of papers on Zinnia’s desk and grabbed one.
“Oh, no, Zelda! Get away from my anopisthograph collection. That’s not a tissue! Give me that!”
Zinnia tried to rescue the paper, but it was too late. Zelda had her way with it.
“You want it, sister?” Zelda asked, then tossed the wadded up scrap to Zinnia. “Here.”
Zinnia carefully unfolded the glistening, slimy piece of paper. “You’ve blown your nose on my Lawrence Welk autograph,” she wailed.
Three Word Thursday #7:
Every Thursday I will give you three new words. You have until the following Thursday to compose a story using all three of the words. Then, on that following Thursday, post your story. After you post, come by here and sign in in the comments. Then, just like up above, I will put your links up for all to visit.
The Week Seven words will be: bacchante; queachy; jibber
Got it? Good! In that case: Your story is due on: March 26th, 2009
Lawrence Welk was not actually harmed in the writing of this story.
He said, “Be more careful about what words you pick for Three Word Thursday.”
She said, “Why? What’s wrong with my words?”
He said, “You’re going to end up with a “Genius” reading level on your blog.”
She squealed, “Really?! Neato, Cheeto!”
He sighed, shook his head and answered, “Then again, maybe not.”