Saturday, June 22, 2013

Random Word Writing Challenge #39

Write as many paragraphs as you like using the words above.
Entries may be poetry, prose, fiction, essays or interviews.
(or any other form of creatively written expression.)
Just be funny, clever and theological...


  1. Psst, I'm in the know: there will be a story written here tomorrow by a certain Joel Garner. Spread the word!

  2. Tetzel:
    For a little money in the coffer, I can fix it so that your relatives will be safe from Hell fire.

    Take your indulgences and run for your miserable life you enemy of the cross!

    My foolish antagonist, don't you know you can't fight the Church of Rome?

    I know I can drop YOU like a sack of potatoes!

  3. Hey Clem, run fix the money safe.

    What can I say? I'm a minimalist... :-)

  4. The ArminianGoo of Doctor Gary Orson Oldfield

    "Just a little more money and I'll be able to fix this run of my goo," Doctor Oldfield cackles, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "No one will be able to run! No one will be able to hide! Muhahahahahaha!!!"

    "Tom, we need to confront the mad doctor," I begin, keeping my eyes peeled for guards. "Shall I go and you provide cover, or would you prefer it?"

    "I'll go, Sherwood," he replies. "Just keep that TULIPRay at the ready. He may be elderly, but he could still put up a fight."

    I nod. "Godspeed, friend."

    Drawing his own TULIPRay as well as his badge, the good Doctor Watkins begins stealthily approaching the archfiend, who is currently heavily distracted.

    "You're under arrest for conspiring to mind-control the citizens of this fine town, Doctor Oldfield," Watkins announces as he appears on a lab platform behind the criminal.

    "YOU!" the scientist screams, spinning around, a beaker of goo in his hand. "We'll just see about th..."

    Bloom! Tom's TULIPRay blasts the container from the villain's hand just as he was about to attempt to assault him with it.

    "ArminianBats, attack!" he commands, causing the sound of wings to fill the room. Dozens of feet up, in the darkness, bats begin to appear - hundreds of them!

    Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! I begin emptying the rays into the horde, whilst Oldfield makes a run for it.

    "No ya don't!" Watkins cries, firing a stun blast, which takes the thug to the ground.

    "Ugh!" the elderly man chokes, collapsing.

    Bloom! Bloom! Bloom! The massive host of vermin is quickly vanquished, though not without great effort.

    "Excellent shooting, Watkins," I congratulate my colleague as I arrive at the platform.

    "Best lock the doors - other guards may arrive soon."

    "Yes," I agree, turning my attention to the massive control board on the deck. "Ah, here we go."

    I slam the button hard, causing many slams to be heard. "That should keep them out," I chuckle. "Now to take our friend into custody and contact Inspector Les Spade."

    "We have some strange friends, Sherwood," Watkins laughs.

    "So we do," I respond, smiling, as I send a quick message to Spade.

    "One moment, then it's off to the - " POW! POW! POW! " - TULIPBike."

    "It appears the guards have arrived..."

    Keeping alert for my friend as he cuffs our enemy, I laugh. "ArminianGoo. What a name."

    "And what a sinister purpose, eh?" My friend quickly puts our captive in a twisting hammerlock, then brings him to his feet, still unconscious. "We're ready."

    "Then let's go! I don't want to find out what those guards are..."

    "Nor do I. Off we go!"


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