Are you ready for your next story challenge? Here are your new words…
Can you tell a story in 57 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- GAG
- CLIMB
- THRILLER
- FUSSY
- SCORPIO
- TOMBOLA
Last week’s challenge was to write a story in 44 words using the following words in it somewhere:
- TRIATHLON
- DOLPHIN
- STYLISH
- ARISTOCRAT
- TOFFEE
Here are your fabulous stories:
At dawn, a stylish aristocrat prepared for the triathlon. He swam beside a playful dolphin, biked through misty hills, and ran past cheering crowds. At the finish line, he smiled, unwrapped a toffee, and whispered, “Even nobles need a sweet victory sometimes.”
Nicola Daly:
‘Who does he think he is turning up in that getup to give out the prizes for the triathlon?’
‘That’s Lord Ponsypants, some jumped-up toffee-nosed aristocrat. Blah.’
‘Well, he could at least have worn something a bit more stylish instead of that dolphin costume.’
The stylish aristocrat loved her toffee flavored coffee. She drank it on the way to observe the triathlon in London. Once there, she expected to see glistening men playing all manner of sports, but instead was treated to some kind of dolphin circus show!
Kate in Cornwall:
Stylish aristocrat, Lord Dolphin of Gloomrae, chomped his way to victory in the ‘Gloomy’ Estate Games Triathlon. His bubble-gum bubble was massive, his fizzy-pop burp raucous; but his elegant mastication of the yard of toffee secured the trophy, and hearts of his loyal serfs.
“I did the triathlon dressed as a diamond encrusted dolphin,” George said.
“Stylish.” Trenton sneered.
“Toffee-nosed aristocratic. What’ve you ever done?”
“Me? I drove the Roller eighty times round Papa’s estate in the buff.”
“For charity?”
“Don’t be vulgar, George. I was drunk.”
“I run like a gazelle, swim like a dolphin, but ride like I’m spinning in toffee.”
His clothing was more stylish than practical.
“Don’t let the aristocrat fool you, he won his last triathlon,” the guy to my right said.
I nodded, determination strengthening.
Gwendolyn, a wealthy aristocrat, loved to dress stylishly and sit on her yacht, drinking vintage wine and eating toffee. She had no desire to engage in physical competitions, like her husband, who was in a triathlon that day. She wanted to watch the dolphins.
The International Stylish Aristocratic Dolphin Society, poised for their annual toffee tasting, were disheartened: whales beached themselves on platforms used to keep toffee dry, and mollusks that agreed to perform dining service hadn’t finished their Fourth of July triathlon. That began six days ago…
Murray Clarke:
Sir Cedric Carlton-Smyth is the most quintessentially stylish, toffee-nosed aristocrat you could possibly ever meet. Known throughout the county for his wicked, sardonic sense of humour, Sir Cedric is extremely fit, and loves participating in triathlons – where his speciality is swimming with bottlenosed dolphins.
The stylish and benevolent toffee aristocrat, Lord Toffington-Toff, built a village for his employees. ‘Toffington’ had all the amenities one could wish for – if one liked triathlons… or dolphins.
Sadly, it fell into the sea, sank, and became an underwater playground for the fishes.
The stylish aristocrat dove into the triathlon’s final leg, outpacing swimmers with the grace of a dolphin. Onshore, he peeled off his wetsuit, revealing a tuxedo beneath. “Victory is mine!” he declared, unwrapping a toffee. “And dessert.” Cameras flashed. Nobility never looked so absurd.
Ange:
Dashing Dandy
A stylish aristocrat, in triathlon gear, splashed into the sea. An elegant dolphin approached, his sleek body sliced through the water in front of him, giving the athlete extra speed. Later, he savoured a sweet toffee liqueur, a post-race treat, in the winner’s lounge.
Jake, the aristocrat, in a stylish swimming suit with a picture of a dolphin on one leg, wants to be triathlete number one. His participation is dictated by losing to Aunt Maud in her annual toffee pull. He must avenge his disgrace.
The aristocrat had delusions of grandeur, and suggested a water triathlon in the newly opened Dolphin pool.
The lanes were marked off with dainty baubles in an attempt to appear stylish and chic, but in truth they resembled toffee squares floating in blue liquid.
The Society Section of the Fashion News featured the stylish aristocrat daintily sipping a toffee latte while surrounded by the paparazzi attempting to capture a full-face photo.
Of course, the clever chap who scored that shot had attended the dolphin triathlon many times before.
Moving like a dolphin, Bruce outpaced the field in his toffee-colored swimming pants. His stylish bike was very fast, but he needed a good head start on the second leg if he were to uphold the family’s honor as the aristocrats of the triathlon.
Diana Dolphin was best at the water portion of the triathlon. She wore a stylish swimsuit, fit for an aristocrat, in a soft, toffee color. Jenna Giraffe ran the race and Marissa Monkey rode the bike. They were quite the team.
Robert, an aristocrat
Feeding toffee to a cat
Which cat had set its heart upon
Entering triathlon
Swim like dolphin, run like horse
Ride a bike quite fast, of course
This stylish idea left his head
So the cat just went to bed instead
Triathlon winner Hugh Toffee was walking on the sea front when he saw a beached dolphin. The stylish aristocrat jumped onto the sand, ran over and dragged it back into the waves. ‘Just needed my bike and it would have been a training session’ !
Watching the triathlon, the stylish aristocrat popped a toffee into his mouth. He was in a hurry to make it to “Sea World,” and watch the dolphin show. He wished they would hurry up and cross the finish line. Hurry up, he yelled loudly.
Mother and son
She was watching the dolphin in the aquarium of her castle. Sucking on a toffee, she remembered the time her son competed in a triathlon, but hardly stylish, got a cramp in the cold water. Crying like a baby, unworthy of an aristocrat. Embarrassing!
Sanny M:
The toffee nosed aristocrat loved to take part in the annual triathlon in the village of Lower Sidebottom. However, his normal stylish Kevin Klein t-shirt was in the wash so he had to resort to wearing his Flipper the dolphin vest top instead.
Being nervous for the start in the ocean, Sue breathed deeply. Her first triathlon and she completed the first two rounds easily. Her aristocrat mother, looking rich and stylish in toffee colored clothing, smiled to her mate. “She swims like a dolphin, she’ll win!”
The toffee smoked dolphin was a stylish refection only an aristocrat would serve at a triathlon. When I told Sam this would get better with age, it occurred to me her voice rose an octave proclaiming me an outcast to the crowd in attendance.
The Stylish Chocolatier’s weekly advertisement appeared under the newspaper’s triathlon poster.
The dolphin framed ad read: Closed until further notice. Main supplier raided by police. The aristocrat who paid in full for our exclusive secret ingredient toffee, should not contact us for a refund.
It was obvious the dolphin would win the triathlon. How could he not receive top marks for the takeoff, elevation and entry into the water? A real water-bound aristocrat if ever there was one. He stuck to the water like toffee to a shoe.
The 1928 filming crew was filming the state’s first triathlon outside Orlando, FL. A stylish dolphin tipped his fin at the lady aristocrat wearing the toffee-colored hat and veil standing on the bank’s edge. She kissed the winner and winked flirtatiously at the dolphin.
After the grueling triathlon event, the exclusive Aristocrat Sports Club on the North Fork of Long Island served its very stylish guests chilled Toffee Vodka Espresso Martinis and freshly-baked butter cookies with toffee bits in the shape of a dolphin carried on silver trays.
The triathlon featured George Hampton, a stylish aristocrat from England. During the cycling event, he threw toffee to the onlookers. He never made it to the finish line. He floundered through the swim after losing his breath, and a dolphin helped him to shore.
When the aristocrat, The Dolphin of France, entered the triathlon, everyone poohpoohed the idea, knowing he couldn’t swim for toffee. His cycling was far from stylish, let alone effective. When it came to bipedal locomotion his only talent was running off at the mouth.
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Esther Chilton 
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