Word Challenge?use these words in a song, story, poem or letter:jointfoulcoilhoiststoutdawdlemouthfulcounterbroughtbawlfountainsprawlsdouseclausesproutscautiousturmoilscrawnyfoundationturquoise
Dear Dr. Frankenstein, Today I met a STOUT, FOUL smelling old man with a filthy, stained TURQUOISE shirt standing by the FOUNTAIN in the middle of Washington Square Park. A small child nearby became frightened and started to BAWL when the old guy began to DOUSE his dirty, SCRAWNY arms and legs with water as he stood by the steps of the FOUNDATION. I was CAUTIOUS in my approach because a stench of brussel SPOUTS filled the area as well. I think that was the old guy belching up his lunch. I took the child by his arms and began to HOIST him up in the air away from that mangy critter. The little boy was clearly in TURMOIL and I began to look around for his mom or dad. I didn't have to DAWDLE much longer because a rather hefty, plain woman began yelling, Tim! Tim! I let Tim down and he ran to her. She soothed him with a bottle of some green liquid she had BROUGHT with her, and he greedily gulped it by the MOUTHFUL. Suddenly, I saw the old geezer standing in front of me yelling that he just got out of the JOINT. I believed him until the woman told me that he wasn't a ex-convict. He was the new pastor at a local church. I began to COUNTER her claim but then the old guy began yelling about the repenting with a CLAUSE from his bible. He held up a cross on a COIL of wire that attached to his belt and began calling me a vampire. Needless to say, I decided that the park was full of lunatics today; after all it is Halloween. When I heard him say, If the water SPRAWLS all over you, you are baptized in the name of the Father, I realized the guy probably was out on a daday pass from the inpatient mental ward at the hospital not too far away. Either that or he really is the pastor. I suppose there's not much difference. I'll see you soon as my vacation is nearly done. Your faithful assistant, Igor
I got one. Put these words in a sentence, poem or story too dang long too much time on hands
Dear Mom, How are things in the JOINT? I miss you so much I BAWL every night. Dad is taking it pretty hard too, he just SPRAWLS across the couch all day drinking beer. Last week, Grandma BROUGHT us some of her icky tuna casserole. I put a big DOUSE of ketchup on it and tried a CAUTIOUS MOUTHFUL, but my stomach told me, “If you dump that gack down here, I’m just going to HOIST it back up!”. We left the rest out on the COUNTER now so long it has a bunch of FOUL-smelling TURQUOISE SPROUTS growing off it that are starting to COIL across the floor. Besides the tuna casserole, Grandma caused a little TURMOIL with her visit when she poked one of her SCRAWNY fingers into Dad’s STOUT backside while he lay in a drunken stupor on the couch. The shock from Grandma’s pointed reproach so startled Dad, he jumped from the couch about five feet in the air. He landed, butt-first, in the stack of beer bottles next to the couch. He quickly got up and found there was now a Heineken sticking out of his heiny. He tried shaking to dislodge the bottle, but that didn’t do anything. While Dad continued to shake his bottle, Grandma scowled and said, “Oh, don’t DAWDLE, Boy! Just pull it!” Whereupon she reached over and yanked out the heinied Heineken which left Dad grimacing and frantically searching for the bottle cap as Grandma unheasitatingly chugged the beer FOUNTAIN she now held in her hand. The lawyers from the FOUNDATION called yesterday and said they may have found a CLAUSE in the law that will help them win your appeal. If all goes well, you could be back home by Christmas. They didn’t say which year, though. Aunt Penny called, too, and asked as long as you were in the pokey if you could get Martha Stewart’s autograph for her. Well, I guess that’s about it. Love, Your loving son, Lenny
Here's your story...and the words...in the same order you used....lol Indie walked out of the JOINT with the FOUL taste of sauerkraut still in his mouth. His whip COILed at his belt, he HOISTed himself up on his STOUT mount. “Let’s not DAWDLE,” he said. Before another MOUTHFUL of words were spoken, Indie’s girl Friday, was by his side, and up on her horse as well. “I was at the lunch COUNTER eating, and I BROUGHT up my sob story of the broken fingernail. Everyone there started to BAWL, and when I left that soda FOUNTAIN, there was not a dry eye in the place.” she said as they began the ride out of town. Before them SPRAWLS the open prairie. In the distance one could make out the beginnings of a fire. “Come on,” shouted Indie, “We have to DOUSE that blaze before it gets near town. You do have your water bucket with you. Right? Girl Friday nodded. ( She couldn’t say anything else, because a CLAUSE in her side-kick contract not to have more lines than Indie. ) As they rode toward the fire, Indie made some small talk, “What did you have for lunch?” “SPROUTS” she replied CAUTIOUSly, afraid she would say too much. “I sense you are in TURMOIL, added Indie, Is your stomach acting up? A SCRAWNY thing like you should eat more than just sprouts.” And thus was built the FOUNDATION for a lasting friendship and top rated TV series. The fire was extinguished, and the two rode off into a TURQUOISE sunset as the director shouted to his crew, “Cut. That’s a wrap!”
