Thursday, March 17, 2011

Words with Michelle - March 17, 2011

Sentences:
  1. The gourd blazed - he had loved it once. (Mike)
  2. So many mights, so many could-have-beens - He had loved. Life had blazed. Perhaps he had lost his gourd. (Mike)
  3. Mights filled her nights with regrets. The fire blazed out of control as the rim of her coffee cup slowly becomes a memory as it burned. And all she had to show for being loved by him was the gourd, waiting to find its rhythm again. (Michelle)
  4. Ganja blazed in the grim gourd. There were many mights he should have been accomplishing, but he loved that gourd's bounty too much. (Mike)
  5. The mights of the bosses drove me to the ganja. Tea would not do, for there was no way for me to stave the grim feeling that blazed inside me. I looked at the rim of the basket in my office, and tossed the gourd toward it with a fury that I knew no one loved. (Michelle)
  6. A love story transitioning to an out of love story: Loved, blazed, grim mights, tea, gourd, ganja, moved. Not talking any more. (Mike)
  7. Thanks for picking up the tab, ganja man! I'm glad you were so moved by my grim story. The tea was blazed hot, and yet you still insisted on tasting that gourd. You loved it, the rim of it left bare as you fought with the mights to savor the taste of bliss.(Michelle)
  8. Ag college had served him well - he loved cultivating his ganja in soil nourished with used tea leaves, each precious plant in its own blazed gourd.  When the tourists gawped from their afternoon tour bus, he pulled across his sheltering curtain of Tab cans, protecting his babies from grim mights. (Mike)
  9. He blazed the fitness trail by using the gourd and the rim from his car to build his impressive arms. He loved his tone and had the mights of the gods. The high schoolers - especially the ag kids - were moved by his form, and they would gawp at every turn. But he was grim because ganja was running low, and he would have to use tea leaves to get his fix. No Tab here...back to Gatorade. (Michelle)
  10. "Jo - oy - ay!"  His scream echoed above the tenement, and Joy's eyes clenched with grim shame.  Joy - her name never fit her - the name made her feel like the butt of a cosmic joke - like everyone had done a dine and dash, leaving her with the tab.  She loved him, loved the ganja, loved his peppermint tea with a smidge of cream, but this noise blazed a furrow in her synapses.  As usual, widow Murphy moved her curtain and gawped at his noise.  Joy suppressed her urge to hurl the gourd through Murphy's soiled panes.  She got up to go to him - she could not bear another of his calls.  (Mike)
  11. Announcer: "Thanks for attending the first annual Jo-ay-oy Tournament. Our ag teams blazed down the field in an attempt to toss the gourd into the hoop. Many times, it would hit the rim, and the spectators would gawp yet be moved by the effort of the grim players, who tested their mights each time they were tabbed and penalized. When they went to the sidelines during time out, it was the tea and ganja that got their minds sharp but slowed their limbs. After the break, it was eons before anyone scored a point, but they sure loved the tone of the game."  (Michelle)

Words:
  1. Blazed
  2. Loved
  3. Gourd
  4. Mights
  5. Rim -> Grim
  6. Ganja
  7. Tea
  8. Moved
  9. Tab
  10. Gawp - to yawn or gape
  11. Ag
  12. Tone
  13. Jo
  14. Oy
  15. Ay
  16. Eon

3 comments:

  1. 6. Tea

    The mights of the bosses drove me to the ganja. Tea would not do, for there was no way for me to stave the grim feeling that blazed inside me. I looked at the rim of the basket in my office, and tossed the gourd toward it with a fury that I knew no one loved.

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  2. 9. Tea

    Thanks for picking up the tab, ganja man! I'm glad you were so moved by my grim story. The tea was blazed hot, and yet you still insisted on tasting that gourd. You loved it, the rim of it left bare as you fought with the mights to savor the taste of bliss.

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  3. 16. Eon

    Announcer: "Thanks for attending the first annual Jo-ay-oy Tournament. Our ag teams blazed down the field in an attempt to toss the gourd into the hoop. Many times, it would hit the rim, and the spectators would gawp yet be moved by the effort of the grim players, who tested their mights each time they were tabbed and penalized. When they went to the sidelines during time out, it was the tea and ganja that got their minds sharp but slowed their limbs. After the break, it was eons before anyone scored a point, but they sure loved the tone of the game."

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