We’re almost in June! Where is the first half of the year going? I hope your week is going well so far. Here’s your new story challenge.
Can you tell a story in 15 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- EXERCISE
- NEIGHBOUR
- TROLL
Last week’s challenge was to write a story in 50 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- VENDETTA
- COOL
- DOUGH
- WHEEZE
- SPIDER
- REFLEXOLOGY
Here are your sensational stories:
Aidin Lee:
She kneaded the dough, fingers pressing like a study in reflexology. Bruises bloomed beneath flour-dusted skin.
A spider watched from the cool windowpane. A man’s wheeze broke the hush.
She wiped sweat from her lip, careful not to taste the poison, then smiled at the spider, “All vendettas end in silence.”
Charles had a vendetta against Laura although he kept his cool around her.
He walked into the kitchen where she was kneading dough.
A wheeze was on her chest from chasing a spider in the damp basement.
She took a reflexology course to help others who had the same symptoms.
“Keep cool, Shirl.”
He smiled as she entered.
He hadn’t recognized her!
Skilled in reflexology, Shirley knew she could induce a stroke; with his death her vendetta would end.
She kneaded the foot like dough.
A wheeze; great!
“You don’t have a spider’s chance in Hell, Shirley. Say goodnight.”
Bang!
Cool the dough thoroughly by pummelling with both clenched fists(as if you were practicing ninja reflexology) and you have started to wheeze.
Observe the spider that inadvertently fell into the mixture, and serve intravenously to your annoyingly noisy neighbours.
This should ensure the vendetta continues for years to come.
Nicola Daly:
No matter how much dough he kneaded, his stomach was rather rotund, his arms were like twigs, and he still had a wheeze. At this rate he’d never get the part of Spiderman in the new, cool movie ‘Vendetta of a Villainous Viper’. Perhaps he should try reflexology after all?
‘Oh Grandma!’
It wasn’t cool to wheeze while punching down bread dough. Her employees hated the sound and launched a vendetta against the aging Italian Bakery owner to make a reflexology appointment or sell to them. That was when her friend Spider started making unscheduled monthly visits to talk with the staff.
“Have you tried reflexology?” Steve asked Sharon trying to be cool.
“No.”
“Have you seen ‘The Vendetta Spider From Mars’?”
“No.”
“Can you spell ‘wheeze’?”
“No.”
“How about ‘dough’?”
“No.”
At this point Steve realized they had nothing in common. He turned to Sylvia.
Before he asked, she said, “No.”
I thought I was cool and I took Spider’s dough without thinking about the consequences. I was out back having a smoke. I took a wheeze on my cigarette before his vendetta came upon me. I didn’t know having my legs tucked around my ears was a form of reflexology.
Dan the Man, owner of Spiders ‘R Us, reflexology parlor, swore out a vendetta on the murderers of his cousin, Sly. Wheezing as he kneaded the legs of his customers like dough, he kept his cool as he imagined how to rub out his enemy. No joke, this means war.
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Spider spider on the wall
Vowing vendetta on them all
Not doing reflexology
Giving him no apology
Bake a loaf of bread dead
Laying down your weary head
Dough rises like a ghost
Wheezing when we burn toast
No pretending – we’ll not be cool
Just rubbing out that lying fool
Kate in Cornwall:
With her pudgy face (dough balls), spider veins (booze), and chronic wheeze (fags), Belinda Bliss (stupid name, not cool) is giving reflexology a bad name. It’s not a vendetta; it’s just the rest of us reflexologists want her struck off.
The night was cool as Sandy drove to her reflexology appointment. Checking her purse for the dough, she began to wheeze when she saw it was missing. Oh! The last straw!
Driving back, she worked out her vendetta on that little turd.
They found a spider at her crash site.
Vendetta he thought as he lay on the Reflexology table, his feet delicately manipulated. It cost loads of dough but helped him relax. Maybe it would be cool to put a poisonous spider on her face at night? He’d fake a wheeze, go into the bathroom. Later finding her collapsed?
Murray Clarke:
Marty rested his billiard ball on the spider and prepared to pocket the ball. The reflexology he’d received had not cured his chronic neck pain.
“It’ll be pretty cool and a jolly good wheeze to beat my opponent,” he said. “Win all the dough – and end our decade-long family vendetta.”
Marla ran the reflexology salon with cool precision, her vendetta simmering beneath lavender oil and soft music. Each foot she touched, she judged. One client, a mobster with a doughy body, didn’t recognize her. When he began to wheeze, she smiled, knowing the poisonous spider bite had done its job.
I heard a faint wheeze and felt a rush of cold air. It appears the air conditioner has begun to work again. The dough I paid for service is worth every penny. No vendetta or spider down the nose will be needed with this technician. My neck ache is gone and I think the reflexology sessions and competent service people are paying off.
The spider had sent word there was a vendetta against me.
It was not ‘cool‘ to see multiples of eight legs in various stages of reflexology ready to do battle. My chest started to wheeze and the usual dough ball collected in my throat.
Fear was not an option ……………. RUN!!!
Squirreljan:
It was a cool wheeze and not a vendetta, like the other girls said. In payment for administering the antidote to the poisonous spider bite she planned to inflict, he would give her freedom, enough dough to set up her own reflexology business, and leave his massage emporium for good.
Caught in a web of vendetta;
The fly knew more struggle.
More enwrapped.
This sort of spider wanted one recourse.
His narcissistic reflexology squeezed this way.
More dough for him and his.
Less for you and yours.
“Stay cool.”
Said the spider with a wheeze.
“It’s for your own good.”
Rall:
The weather was cool
A lot of flu about
Clients coughing and wheezing
She had so many this week
didn’t know how she would manage
At times like this being a reflexologist
was no fun but she needed the dough
and running a car like a spider was not cheap
In the kitchen of the cool, dimly-lit café, Stefano, a reflexology therapist and baker, discovered a note in the dough of his Spider Bread. The note revealed threats against him. Worry set in and Stefano began to wheeze knowing there was someone with a vendetta who could destroy his life.
We argued to the point it made me wheeze. A vendetta was looming.
The dead spider on the kitchen floor popped into the dough of my homemade doughnuts. I made him a special one. He wouldn’t be able to resist.
Cool, I thought as I cycled to my reflexology class.
Reflexology is NOT science!“ she wheezed and almost strangled the ball of dough. Her kneading bony fingers reminded him of the legs of a spider.
If his grandmother was not cool with his choice of a major, she would not finance it! She still had a vendetta against alternative approaches.
In a dim alley, a cool stranger offered reflexology for cash. I paid in dough, curious. As his fingers pressed secrets from my soles, he whispered of a vendetta. A spider skittered nearby. He smiled. I began to wheeze—poison. Too late, I realized: revenge walks softly, strikes silently.
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Esther Chilton 
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