It’s time for another five-word challenge. Last week I wanted something OLD from you. This week, I’m looking for something ODD. So can you tell a story in five words, using the word ODD in it somewhere?
Here are your creative thoughts on OLD from last week:
Old? Not looking – mirrors lie!
Ritu:
Aching knees. I’m getting old.
Old is gold, you know.
How old are you, really?
I refuse to get old!
The old me came back.
Old eggs are quite smelly.
My old man’s a dustman.
Got old looking after him.
My old car is great.
The old tree is massive.
Working hard makes you old.
Old age ends working life.
Paul L Mastaglio:
The old ways are gone.
Old and wiser? Maybe not!
Young and old unite together.
The Winter Cold Gets Old – an old-fashioned poem by Trent
My old hat freezes ears.
Hands frozen in old gloves.
Creates these old frozen tears.
My old body needs heat.
From head to old feet.
If no old fashioned fire.
My old fate is dire.
So old winter go away.
I wish for young spring today.
(OK, so the last line didn’t fit – I’d get old forcing it.)
Old? A socially conditioned concept.
Old means Only Live Daringly.
Cherish the old. They endure.
Forget New. Old is quality.
Old? just young with experience.
Getting old, better than not.
With old age comes cynicism.
Old age brings wisdom; really?
I’m too old for this!
I’m told I’m too old.
You know it’s cold outside.
Nothing old is new again.
Old shoes? New shoe glue!
Old hat meant self-assured lecture.
Growing old gracefully? How boring!
Peter Pan never grew old.
Looking old; major renovation needed!
Who remembers playing Old Maid?
Where’s my Old Age Pension?
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Esther Chilton 
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