Saturday, April 9, 2011

Random Word Writing Challenge #5

Write a paragraph or two using the following random words:

toothless, nickname, echo, free

Entries may be poetry, prose, fiction, essays or interviews.
(or any other form of creatively written expression.)
Just be funny, clever and theological...
and please give your piece a TITLE.


15 comments:

  1. The Terror of the Terrifying Toothless Theological Traitor

    Clutching my Ruger SR40 tightly, I watched as Doctor Theodore Trim and his guest started their conversation. Only a curtain separated me from their view.

    "How are things, Teddy ol' boy?" the demented denizen of darkness, a.k.a., Doctor Trim's guest, inquired.

    "Excellent," he answered, flashing (or something like that) a huge, toothless smile. "I have plans to use the John 3:16 sound-grenade tomorrow at the Cool Calvinist Club. They do not know that I am no longer one of them."

    "Excellent, indeed!" giggled the short, scrawny villian. "With its irresistable soundwave of John 3:16being repeated over and over again, with various instrumental invitational hymns in the background, they will finally be free from the curse of Calvinism!"

    The two burst into hideously awful laughter, as I looked on in horror. These mad men had to be stopped!

    Their insanity temporarily subdued, the guest started talking again. "And what of Mister Holmes...He was a bit suspicious of you, wasn't he?"

    "Yes, yes he was...Asked me a few pointed questions. Fortunately, I managed to narrowly disappear each time."

    "How awful. And, how is the lovely Miss Green? She learned of our plans, didn't she?"

    "Yes, so she did...But, don't worry...I would have her come in and have a spot of tea and some crumpets with us, but she's...all tied up right now."

    The lunacy-loaded lunatics burst into another fit of insane laughter, sending shivers down my spine. Their hearts were obviously as cold as ice!

    "The fiends," I muttered, "they must be stopped!"

    "They may, Mister Holmes, but you won't be the ones stopping them," a sinister voice declared behind me on the balcony, as I felt the cold barrel of a gun to my temple. Lashing out, I smacked the gun aside, us both falling out of the curtain. Hence, the fight began...

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  2. where are the words nickname and echo?

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  3. Oops, sorry...Forgot those. I had a place for "nickname" and "echo", but forgot to put them (something like that).

    One moment...

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  4. The Terror of the Terrifying Toothless Theological Traitor

    Clutching my Ruger SR40 tightly, I watched as Doctor Theodore Trim and his guest started their conversation. Only the curtain of the balcony I was standing on separated me from their view.

    "How are things, Teddy ol' boy?" the demented denizen of darkness, a.k.a., Doctor Trim's guest, inquired. I noticed the good doctor winced at the use of such a nickname for himself.

    "Excellent," he answered loudly, causing an echo, as he flashed (or something like that) a huge, toothless smile. "I have plans to use the John 3:16 sound-grenade tomorrow at the Cool Calvinist Club. They do not know that I am no longer one of them."

    "Excellent, indeed!" giggled the short, scrawny villian. "With its irresistable soundwave of John 3:16being repeated over and over again, with various instrumental invitational hymns in the background, they will finally be free from the curse of Calvinism!"

    The two burst into hideously awful laughter, as I looked on in horror. These mad men had to be stopped!

    Their insanity temporarily subdued, the guest started talking again. "And what of Mister Holmes...He was a bit suspicious of you, wasn't he?"

    "Yes, yes he was...Asked me a few pointed questions. Fortunately, I managed to narrowly disappear each time."

    "How awful. And, how is the lovely Miss Green? She learned of our plans, didn't she?"

    "Yes, so she did...But, don't worry...I would have her come in and have a spot of tea and some crumpets with us, but she's...all tied up right now."

    The lunacy-loaded lunatics burst into another fit of insane laughter, sending shivers down my spine. Their hearts were obviously as cold as ice!

    "The fiends," I muttered, "they must be stopped!"

    "They may, Mister Holmes, but you won't be the ones stopping them," a sinister voice declared behind me on the balcony, as I felt the cold barrel of a gun to my temple. Lashing out, I smacked the gun aside, us both falling out of the curtain. Hence, the fight began...

    ^ Fixed. There may still be grammatical errors, however, and the additions weren't too great...

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  5. where is the word "saxophone"?

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  6. Hey, sonny! There ain't supposed to be the word saxaphone! Err, unless you want to put it, that is...

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  7. The Request

    Obama: Hey Rickster, can I get you to pray at my next inauguration again?

    Warren: Hey, I never got paid for last time!

    O: And I never got a bill! Seriously, you said you would do it gratis, and we need to echo the past and repeat that favor.

    W: Democrats and their favors, but hey, I’ll do it for the free publicity. Purpose Drivel, I mean Purpose Driven sales were way up after the last inauguration.

    O: Speaking of favors, I got one more for you. I need you to call God by his nickname this time.

    W: Which nickname is that? Almighty God, Father, Yahweh, Prince of Peace? Just let me know.

    O: I was thinking Allah.

    W: What do you take me for, a toothless tiger? Image the outcry, imagine the media attention, the publicity...

    O: Sales were up man, you can do it.

    W: Only for you, dude, only for you.

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  8. The Toothless Man with the Nickname, Echo Free

    Once there was an alto saxophone named Martin who wanted to be a tenor. He grew up to be a baritone and became popular in the jazz clubs.

    One day when Martin was strolling through the park a meteor hit him smashed him to pieces.

    A homeless man, with a strange nickname, found him and made a flugelhorn from the spare parts.

    When Martin came to, he found himself on display at the Cootie Williams Brass Museum in Omaha, Nebraska.

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  9. @ Snooky:
    Your story doesn't have a theological element. What happened?

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  10. ...oh, I must have hit the enter button by accident. Allow me to finish - -

    Martin escaped and became pastor of the Flugelhorn Church of the Remade Instruments in Walla Walla, Washington. Five years later, Martin published a Flugelhorn Study Bible with musical notes and a map of Cape Horn.

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  11. It was a sultry night and Antonio Bartholomew Hornsuckle who liked to go by the nickname Clarance laid silently in his bed as he listened to the rain beginning to free fall on the window pains like a toothless echo. As the night wore on he continued to struggle with coming up with coherent analogies.

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  12. No Title For Me

    Hi everybody. My nickname is Echo because I always repeat myself. Always repeat myself. I am now a free man. I was in prison for stealing a pastor's dentures, leaving him toothless and depressed. He has since obtained a new set of teeth and has published a book about a velvet Elvis or something like that. Anyway, I will now stop my story because I have used all the words needed. Yes, I have used all the words needed.

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  13. Robbellogy

    Rob Bell's brand of toothless theology which could bear a better, nickname of "me-ology" which is nothing more than a not so faint echo of the rankest pelagian heresy or free willism.

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  14. Captain America looked over the battlefield at the enemy soldier and said, "I heard the echo when my shield hit you in the mouth and set your teeth free. That's why I'm gonna nickname you 'Toothless'."

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