As it was Christmas, I gave you two weeks for the last challenge. We’re back to normal this week. So…
Can you tell a story in 18 words? You must use the following words somewhere in the story:
- RESOLUTIONS
- CUSTARD
- HAIRDRYER
The previous prompt was to tell a story in 25 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- SCROOGE
- GNOME
- CHIMNEY
- GLOWING
Here are your hilarious stories:
Glowing with smug satisfaction, Scrooge settled back in his chair. Stuffing that pesky gnome up the chimney had stopped the chilly draught instantly. A masterstroke!
“Bah, Humbug!” Scrooge cackled maniacally. He’d received a gnome for Christmas, but the rocket’s fuse was glowing and ready to shoot it up the chimney.
Murray Clarke:
Glowing with festive bonhomie, Santa eased his rotund body down Scrooge’s grimy chimney, and deposited a cheeky gnome into the sock suspended from the mantelpiece.
Scrooge finished his Christmas schnapps and noticed his Apple Watch glowing announcing a gnome at the front door. “Use the chimney, you oaf.”
I am a scrooge. I find gnomes ugly. I never believed in Santa Clause going up the chimney and doubt Rudolf has a glowing nose.
On a frosty night, Scrooge spotted a glowing gnome by the chimney. With a wink, the gnome vanished, leaving Scrooge pondering the magic of Christmas.
Glowing brightly the gnome floated above the chimney, awaiting revenge ! Soon he would dive down and splatter Scrooge with soot! He giggled hysterically in anticipation.
A girl huddled near the glowing fire like a shivering gnome, wispy smoke up the chimney. “More wood, you Scrooge!” she shouted to her father.
Scrooge wearied of glowing ghosts. But when a gnome dropped from the chimney with a bit of Christmas cheer, into the snowy garden it went.
Scrooge hated being a gnome, punishment for making everyone miserable at Christmas. Bob was Santa, positively glowing as if he’d really come down the chimney!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words:
A glowing gnome slid down the tiny chimney dressed as Santa Gnome. Rotund Santa Gnome landed hard on the head of Scrooge, killing him instantly.
The gnome saw glowing when he looked down the chimney. He didn’t know it was Scrooge asleep on the floor, his nose red from whisky.
The intermittent gold bricks glowing from the cottage’s chimney was the tip Detective Gnome had received. The gangster called Scrooge was about to be apprehended.
His chimney pot fell and broke his garden gnome. Old Scrooge refused to repair anything. So angry was he, his eyes glowed in the dark.
When Mean Mister Mustard gave the chimney cleaner a less-than-glowing review, he threw Polythene Pam’s Beatle gnome through the bathroom window. Humbug! What a scrooge!
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Esther Chilton 
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