Sunday, October 25, 2026
1931 - Lost Property
Wednesday, October 14, 2026
1930 - The Pitch
The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
anchor search moment laugh find inhibits comfort always want squirrel spaz auto
The Pitch
An advertising man proposes a name for a new cider.
“You want something that welcomes,
That oozes comfort and familiarity,
That people will know and search for,
Something that stops them for a moment,
Makes them laugh, makes them happy,
Something that puts them on autopilot,
Something that makes them buy,
Buy by the crateful, to squirrel away
Beneath the stairs, always ready,
So that it is anchored in their mind,
So that it is easy to find when needed,
Where nothing inhibits their desire.
It is spicy. It is made from Jazz apples,
I recommend you call it SPAZ.”
“No.”
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Thursday, October 08, 2026
1929 - The Devil Fish
The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
show backbone beings believe bit storm stream ring scratch tempting devil hunch
The Devil Fish
The storm was coming.
It showed in the slate grey clouds
Building on the horizon.
But he believed
That it was the best time to fish.
Besides, he had promised
To bring home some dinner.
So he was tempted
To fish, just a bit longer…
Sensible beings were already ashore
But he had a theory, more a hunch,
That the fishing is best in a storm.
All he needed was the backbone to hold firm.
He let the line stream out
For just one last try.
Nothing.
No nibbles.
Not even a pull, a scratch on the line.
Just rain.
Torrential.
Drenching.
Rain.
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Back in the pub,
With a ring of enthralled mates,
He told his tale of derringdo,
Of his fight with the Devil Fish,
The one that got away.
“It was this big”, he said,
Holding up his hands,
“Between the eyes”, he added.
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Tuesday, October 06, 2026
1928 - The Scarecrow
presents the following words for us to work with:
must, wake, shake, make, shock, smile, brave, walk, plan, hands, pants, sad
The day wakes.
He stands there
As the morning sun
Throws long shadows
Across the field.
A morning breeze
Makes his pants flutter,
Dislodges a straw or two
From the rough tuft
That protrudes
From his sleeves—
A sad excuse
For a pair of hands.
His head,
A straw-filled pillowcase
Has a brave but crooked smile,
Done in black marker.
No eyes.
No hat.
Sartorial elegance
Does not reach as far
As this field.
The plan was
For him to scare
The birds.
Don’t be shocked
But I must report
That the birds
Walk all over him,
Shake their wings
To loosen up
For the day,
And then sit
Surveying the field
From the top
Of his head.
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Thursday, October 01, 2026
1927 - Terminological Inexactutudes
presents the following words for us to work with:
tome, words, come, think, read, change, because, tired, process, original, safe, gamble
Terminological Inexactitudes.
Tome? Tome? Really?
“Oh, I say! This is a magnificent tome.
You really should immerse yourself in it”.
What a lot of pretentious twaddle.
Immerse myself?
Come children, it’s bath tome!
What is wrong with ‘book’?
And, come to think of it, is it read?
Or, for a change, does one peruse?
And does this tome contain words?
Or is it full of vernacularisms?
I need to know because I am tired
Of having to process everything
Into some pompous folderol.
The original, common, words are clear,
Unambiguously safe and certain.
Why gamble on lexical ostentation?
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1926 - To Oblivion, I give a Toast
The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
wallow tag find music swelling bell delirium spell pales knowing just senses
(Oops, the prompt word was swallow, I lost the s somewhere. Not about to change anything now.)
Posted to Poets & Storytellers
To Oblivion, I Give a Toast.*
I love general anaesthetics!
You may find that odd,
Put it down to pre-op delirium,
But I am comfortable with that.
Just by knowing that I will shortly
Have one of the best sleeps
I will ever experience
Thrills me,
Swelling my chest with anticipation.
True, there is the awkward issue
Of the reason for being there
But it pales beside a good sleep.
Wheeled in, tags on both wrists, to be safe,
Gentle music to soothe the senses,
A brief spell while they get ready,
But no time to wallow in the situation.
“Count backwards from one hundred”.
“One hundred. Ninety…”
Nothing.
Then a bright room, with bells and beeps,
With attentive nurses asking “Can you hear me?”
Delivering tea, weaker than I ever was.
And an egg and lettuce sandwich.
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*Well, an egg and lettuce sandwich, if the truth be known.
Friday, September 25, 2026
1925 - Ambush
The Sunday Whirl presented these twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
casualties phase profit drop folly cold hungry dawn complicit evil stream reckoning
Ambush
"An army marches on its stomach"
– Napoleon (attr.)
Battalions. Invaders.
Marching side by side.
Tramping through the night,
Into neighbouring lands,
Bringing a reckoning.
There will be casualties, of course,
How could there not be?
No military operation
Can be without them.
Which only magnifies the folly.
The strategy is to profit
From the maneuvers—
And so they march, side by side,
Streaming into new territory.
The residents are not complicit,
They are unwilling victims
In an unequal battle.
The invaders are greedy, not evil,
Just hungry for the spoils…
In the cold, crisp light
Of the breaking dawn
The lettuce seedlings
Will be no more.
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