Writing Challenge: 50 Words -- With a Twist

[FluffySlipperBoy]

James took a big gulp, felt his Adams Apple heave in the dryness of his fear. The lorica was far too tight over his fake bossoms but he was a Centurioness tonight: eccentric but audaciously gorgeous. In his pteruges and hot pink feather heels he strode onto the stage.

Midnight
Accustomed
Rascal

 

[PapaRomantic]

fifty - frolicked - fathomed

She frolicked naked in the middle of the blizzard as we watched in disbelief. We never could have fathomed this conservative housewife and grandmother making such a scene! Thank God she only turned fifty once in her life, though I dreaded what we might get to see in ten years!

midnight - accustomed - rascal

He was accustomed to much better customer service, but given that it was midnight, he figured he wouldn’t get the kind of polished wait staff he was used to. What he didn’t expect was what he heard next – “You rascal! Are you the one that ordered Hamburger Flambeau? Stupid highbrow!"


Turtle - slide - napkin

 

[HornyIsh69]

The Turtle began to slowly walk as there was a gentleman on stage playing a cover of "Tight Like That" on his Dobro slide guitar. He had his band with him playing along. The woman sneezes while holding a napkin in her hand. Enjoying her cold martini and a cigarette.

Grand
Distance
Hallow

 

[PapaRomantic]

grand - distance - hallow


The Grand Chieftain began the ceremony. “Today in this austere place, we gather to hallow one of the King’s finest warriors. Worthy warrior sir, please step forward.”

The warrior cried out, “I’m not a sir! My name is Lady Victoria!”

“Oh, sorry – from a distance, you looked like a guy!”


cleanse - time - broth

 

[PageWriter2]

The time was now. One taste of my unique broth and she would be under my spell. The sins of her body will be vanquished, the indecencies of her mind wiped clean. I will cleanse her soul into a woman worthy of being called my wife.

Illusion

Reluctance

Mercy

 

[calmlikeabomb]

Midnight struck and any illusion of control we had slipped away. Fireworks flashed in the new year's night. Hidden in the crowd, we kissed hungrily, until suddenly the lights came back on. With great reluctance, mom pulled away. I suppose it was a small mercy we were at a masquerade.

Eat
Pillow
Butter