Can You Tell A Story In…

It’s a week to go until the big day, so this time you have two weeks to get your stories in.

Can you tell a story in 100 words using the following words in it somewhere:

  • ARMOUR
  • FIDGET
  • NATIVITY
  • TAMBOURINE
  • GLOSS
  • WINDSURF
  • SPELLING
  • BUN
  • PYJAMAS
  • LIGHTNING

Last week’s challenge was to write a story in 31 words using the following three words in it somewhere:

  • CHIMNEY
  • SPARKLE
  • NAUGHTY

Here are your Christmassy stories:

Pictures Imperfect Blog:

Christmas Without Santa

Santa had been naughty and was locked in the coal cellar. Mrs Clause called the reindeer and off they went.

This Christmas an alluring sparkle lingered around every chimney they visited.

Nicola Daly:

‘Why are you on the naughty step?’

‘Mummy said the chimney needed sweeping for Santa, so I thought I’d help. Only I used her best hairbrush – the one with pink sparkles.’

Scrambled, Not Fried:

Christmas Eve Confessional

I know what I did means I’m a naughty boy, but I lost my sparkle ages ago, so I’ll take full credit for the barbed wire I put in the chimney.

John W. Howell:

The naughty little elf thought is would be funny to add sparkle to Santa’s shimmy down the chimney. A well placed firework not only didn’t bring sparkle it brought the police.

Rall:

naughty little bugger
hiding marbles under the holly leaves
at the bottom of the chimney
to trip santa up
honestly kids these days
just sparkle with wickedness
must be the social media

L Wie:

When an old friend asks you to help, you help!

With a  sparkle he landed on the roof and slid down the chimney. His dirty fur and long teeth made the children cry: “We weren’t naughty!!

Bunny hated his temp job.

Christopher Farley:

She stood there with a sparkle in her eyes and a naughty look on her face. Shame I was stuck upside down in her chimney with just a Christmas hat on.

Dawgy Daddy Responds:

Santa was covered in glitter. Sparkles in his beard told Mrs. Claus he had been naughty while delivering presents, the lack of soot told her he hadn’t been down any chimneys. 

Susan Batten:

Santa’s Bag

Santa came back from the Reindeer Depot with three new sleigh-members: Chimney was immensely tall, Sparkle was a nervous wreck and Naughty – well, Naughty might have been a mistake.

Squirreljan:

I’ve been a naughty girl. I only wanted to see Santa coming down the chimney by lighting a sparkler. It’s not my fault his hat caught on fire. Stupid furry bobble.

Pensitivity101:

Santa had been naughty and eaten too many mince pies.

His eyes sparkled in his denial but when he got stuck in a chimney, the fire brigade had to free him!

Murray Clarke:

Sparkling snow blanketed the village as Father Christmas climbed up the ladder, onto the roof, and down the chimney. He feared that some of the naughty children would not be asleep.

iMartist:

No, Virginia, it was Your Dad

Half asleep under the sparkled lights of their tree, Virginia swears she heard Santa come down the chimney saying Mommy was naughty! With one eye open she saw Mommy Schtupping Santa!

Christine Mallaband-brown:

Santa climbed down the Chimney the air Sparkled with magic dust.. But the Naughty elves decided to play a trick. With Santa gone they changed the dust into sooty boot prints!

Lily’s Corner:

Stay Out of My Chimney

Faintly the musak played, ‘Gonna find out who’s naughty or nice.’ Hmm, how? That’s rather disturbing, as I made my way to the sparkling fireplace with an Elf climbing the chimney.

Richmond Road:

Sparkle in the eyes
Naughty chimney-sweeper
Unwrapped, entrapped, tickled, slapped
This one is a keeper
Arrived December twenty-five
Didn’t need the doors
Ain’t no saint, this Nicholas
Is he Santa Claus?

Annette Rochelle-Aben:

Silver Belle

Kris loved the costume’s sparkle. True, she had done some naughty pole dancing for her boyfriend. But why ask her to shimmy down a cardboard chimney for the company Christmas party?

Sillyfrog’s Blog:

The Christmas Child

Morissa studied a star sparkle above the chimneys along her street and wondered if the Christmas Child was ever naughty. She decided he’d have to so he could fully understand “forgiveness”.

Ann Edall-Robson:

The elves danced around the pastry kitchen in the moonlight. Giggling, they tossed naughty sprinkle dust on the sweets. Then off they went, up the chimney to cause more holiday chaos. 

panaecea:

The naughty boy cleaned the chimney to a sparkle. But I don’t know what he used because after two days the chimney stopped working all together.

Teleportingweena:

A major perfume company designed a bottle to look like a red brick chimney. The holiday scents were available in light floral, with glitter, called Sparkle, and musk/cinnamon scent, called Naughty.

Josie Holford:

Like a good deed in a naughty world, the chimney rose against the moonlit sparkle of the snowy waste, signaling shelter and the faintest hope as the storm pressed closer.

Therapy Bits:

At midnight, a sparkle betrayed the naughty raccoon climbing the chimney, who paused, grinned, and delivered stolen cookies back to the laughing children downstairs, as snow fell softly outside tonight alone.

The Bag Lady:

“Going to be naughty?” Susan queried, moving closer to him on the couch. Her eyes were a green sparkle he loved. “Got a stocking?”, looking to one hung on the chimney.

Vero’s Verbiage and Visuals:

Santa claus comes down the chimney on Christmas Eve to leave presents for those who have not been naughty.

His gifts to them, really make the good little kids eyes sparkle!

Treehugger:

The naughty elves threw pixie dust on the hearth and when Santa came down the chimney, he had a fright .He thought the fire was still in as it was sparkling.

Another Global Eater:

The chimney was the first part of the house to cave in. He enjoyed watching old houses sparkle and blaze. No point in being naughty unless you loved what you did.

The Elephant’s Trunk:

Mrs Claus Sees Red

“Santa’s hiding behind his chippie’s chimney again.
He’s been such a naughty boy;
she can’t keep her hands off
his tight red sparkle pants.
Far as I’m concerned, he’s all hers!”

Utahan15:

down that flue

to be next to yule tree

chimnet sooted him fine

elfin st nick

dirty naughty tricks

toys sparkle

merry season tis the reason!

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59 responses to “Can You Tell A Story In…”

  1. put on your armour

    the spell sic yes men syncophants

    fidget when they see creches and nativities

    light up the way with your glad tidings

    singing dylan s tambourine man

    the gloss and sugar sweet salt to not be flat

    this that your pajamas

    and heck

    please drive on the right side of the road!

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  2. On Christmas Eve, a child sat in PYJAMAS watching the NATIVITY on television. He started to FIDGET, tapping a TAMBOURINE while eating a small BUN at the table. A paperback nearby mentioned ARMOUR, a bit of GLOSS, how to WINDSURF, and basic SPELLING tips.
    Outside, LIGHTNING flashed once, then the street went quiet again. He turned off the TV, put the tambourine away, brushed his teeth, and went to bed feeling calm, ordinary, and ready for sleep before morning arrived. Nothing felt special, just routine moments passing slowly, familiar, uneventful, comfortable, and easy for everyone in the quiet house tonight.

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    1. An excellent story and straight in there with it!

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    2. You did a great job amping up the foreshadowing for some sort of calamity perhaps. I wonder what might have happened had he not gone to bed!

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  3. never any good at spelling
    not that it matters much these days
    always fidgeting in class
    eating hot cross buns secretly under the desk
    glossing over the lessons she had no interest in
    dreaming of windsurfing at the beach
    adjusting her armour against the lightning barrage of
    complaints and insults at her unsatisfactory behaviour
    being penalised by not being permitted to take part in the
    school christmas nativity play and being told she
    would end up banging a tambourine in pyjamas on a street corner

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    1. Super! Well done with the words 🥰

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    2. I suppose I shouldn’t laugh but I can’t imagine being told that you’d be on a street corner playing tambourine in pajamas! Thats a good one! Better than panhandling!

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    dutifullydeer6ab803ea0e

    Hello Esther,

    One story, one comment:

    Hello Esther,

    One story, one comment:

    “Last night I had the most horrible nightmare. In thunder and lightning I was windsurfing across Tambourine Bay, wearing plate armour over my pyjamas and a reindeer antler headdress on my head.
    I had agreed to work for Santa during Nativity by delivering buns to all the children who’d been good, when they’d much rather have had Play Stations, but with all the rain lashing down I couldn’t read the spelling on their addresses. And as I fidgeted around trying to find a gloss to help me, all the buns fell into the sea and sank!” (97)

    “Pyjamaphobe – use your imagination”

    Best,
    Susan

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    1. Thank you for the fun, Susan.

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    2. Quite the dream or maybe a nightmare for the kids! Buns instead of Play Station? I’m not sure how that would go over!

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  5. Loved the heartfelt ones and the funny ones!

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    1. Thanks so much, Andrew. It’s a good mixture.

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      1. You’re welcome, Esther.

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    1. But you’ve done it so well!

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      1. Thanks Esther! I think it’s the longest one I’ve done for you!

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  9. Armour plated trouser press, tick

    Fidget spinner for fun? No

    Nativity scene minus the donkey

    Tambourine played by santa clause

    Gloss paint (olive green colour)

    Windsurf over new mars lake

    Spelling misunderstanding in hart attack

    Bun fight leaves one dead

    Pyjamas infested with short dogs

    Lightning bolts hurt my head

    A nonsense poem for fun

    Only way to use words

    That are too random today.

    Sent from Esther with playfulness

    I need five more lines

    Four, I’m losing count now

    Three, maybe I can do.

    Two more garbled cheeky lines?

    Is that a hundred. Finally?

    No that was only 95!

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    1. I love that. Left me smiling 🥰

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  10. Esther pyjamaphile is a new and amusing word for me.

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    1. Glad you like it 🥰

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    • ARMOUR
    • FIDGET
    • NATIVITY
    • TAMBOURINE
    • GLOSS
    • WINDSURF
    • SPELLING
    • BUN
    • PYJAMAS
    • LIGHTNING

    While relaxing in my pajamas enjoying a sticky bun and coffee and reading Windsurf magazine, Alexa interrupted with a question.”Would you like me to read you a story?” My response was lightning fast and didn’t gloss over spelling out that even though she is considered an amour her interruption was like a falling tambourine at a nativity service. Her silence made me fidget until she finally said, “Very well. Let me know if you change your mind … jerk.”

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    1. That’s just super, John! Lots to enjoy about that 😊

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      1. Thank you, Esther. 😊

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  12. These stories are soo good and funny. 😊

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    1. I’m so glad you enjoy them 😊

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    1. Thank you for joining in, Christine 🥰

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    1. Thanks, Rohini. Really pleased you joined in 🥰

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    nikidaly70

    Bit late to the party! Have a great Christmas, all!

    ‘The nativity… was unforgettable.’ I swig straight from the bottle. ‘Nessie threw her fidget toy at Billy. Clemmie paraded her “bun-in-the-oven” – three pillows stuffed up her front. Betty tried to windsurf the donkey “because he wears armour and his name is Lightning”. Don’t ask. Bonnie waved her fairy wand, screaming, “I’m spelling you all to sleep!”. Gordon forgot his hearing-aids and thought he had to dress as a tangerine instead of play the tambourine. And Grandpa? Probably best glossed over. He refused to put his pyjama bottoms on and zimmered on stage singing ‘Jingle Balls’. Wrinklies – they’re worse than kids.’

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    1. They are – I completely agree!

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        nikidaly70

        Part inspired by y mother who keeps forgetting to put her hearing aids in! I rest my case…!!

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    nikidaly70

    apologies – here’s the corrected formatted version (I think):

    ‘The nativity was… unforgettable.’ I swig straight from the bottle. ‘Nessie threw her fidget toy at Billy. Clemmie stuffed three pillows up her front as her “bun-in-the-oven”. Betty tried to windsurf the donkey because “he wears armour and his name is Lightning”. Don’t ask. Bonnie waved her fairy wand, screaming, “I’m spelling you all to sleep!”. Gordon forgot his hearing-aids and thought he had heard “dress as a tangerine” instead of “play the tambourine”. And Grandpa? Probably best glossed over. He refused to put his pyjama bottoms on and zimmered on stage singing “Jingle Balls”. Wrinklies – they’re worse than kids.’

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    1. I’ll let you off 😂

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  19. (Christmas in Oz.
    Just because
    It happens every year
    I’ve been told
    For you it’s cold
    But stinking hot right here).

    ***
    Bedtime now
    To sleep somehow
    She’s yawning in pyjamas
    A girl retreats
    Beneath the sheets
    And fidgets in those armours
    *
    Elsewhere it’s snowing
    Here it’s blowing
    Cooling summer breeze
    There’s no one there
    Just sounds of air
    Windsurfing through the trees
    *
    Here DownUnder
    Sounds of thunder
    God playing tangerines
    Under the covers
    She dreams of lovers
    In glossy magazines
    *
    No more rules
    She’s done with schools
    No maths, no spelling bee
    Tomorrow fun.
    A Christmas bun
    A sweet nativity
    ***

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    1. Love this! Thank you, Mr Richmond.

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    1. Thanks so much, Nancy 🥰

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  22. Lady Fidgit recorded the oddities that transpired during her lifespan at Windsurf Manor. 

    Worn pages recorded the night lightening lit up the den, accentuated by a thunder clap. Throughout the room, the battle armour swayed, sounding like a bad tambourine ensemble. 

    A frayed ribbon and dried bun crumbs marked the Family Spelling Bee. Those clad in pyjamas heard animal sounds coming from the nativity pieces on the mantle. 

    Entries are no longer in the matriarch’s hand…Today she passed…The gilded frame around Lady Fidget’s photograph lost its gloss…Lilting laughter came from the den…Is that you, Lady Fidget?

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    1. What an entertaining story! Lots of fun. Thanks, Ann.

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