Can You Tell A Story…

It’s Thursday and time for your new story challenge. Can you tell a story in 73 words using the following words in it somewhere:

  • EXCLUSIVE
  • SWITCH
  • RAVE
  • LIP
  • APOLOGY
  • VERSE
  • SWEATER

The previous challenge was to write a story in 52 words using the following five words in it somewhere:

  • PIROUETTE
  • COMIC
  • EGG
  • WRESTLER
  • SYLLABLE

Here are your excellent stories:

Therapy Bits:

At dawn, a wrestler practiced a pirouette, oddly graceful. His comic coach balanced an egg on a book, chanting each syllable. Laughter echoed. Balance, he learned, isn’t strength alone, but listening to rhythm, patience, and surprise, even when crowds expect thunder, afterward under lights, the mat felt softer, wiser, alive, somehow, again.

Life Lessons:

Unfortunate Choices

Peeking out through the stage curtains, the comic realized he would be pirouetting on eggshells as he wrestled with syllables sure to displease this audience of militant women. He wished he’d checked out who his audience would be before choosing his topic. “Barefoot and Pregnant” was not going to win applause tonight!

Rohini:

Eggstreme Wrestling: No Shell, No Mercy

In the wrestling ring, burly wrestler Hulk Eggman pirouetted gracefully, dodging foes. Fans roared! But mid-spin, he slipped on giant comic book egg – splat! Yolk everywhere. “That’s one syllable I won’t forget: OUCH!” he bellowed, cracking up the crowd in hilarious defeat.

Sillyfrog’s Blog:

Broken Promise

The egg did a pirouette then dropped to the floor. Her rant, more profane than a pinned wrestler’s, would have been comical if every syllable wasn’t foreign to the sweet old woman. She was terribly frightened and addled by the scarcity of groceries. She wished she’d understood socialism actually meant “equally hungry”.

The Bag Lady:

Joe was not your ordinary wrestler, he loved ballet. Having a body shaped like an egg, it was difficult to aspire to that profession. Almost a comic sight secretly practicing one pirouette after another, his body shape helped achieve them. No one seemed to deduce possibly ballet interpreted symbol on his uniform.

John W. Howell:

The wrestler held an egg in one hand and a stand-up comic under his arm while doing a pirouette and reciting a seventeen syllable haiku. No one clapped.

M.A.D. Works:

At dawn, a comic wrestler practiced in the gym. Each pirouette became an inside joke and every move a new syllable in his silent language. He broke his fast with a single egg, reflecting on the absurdity of grace and strength. That morning, laughter and muscle danced together, rewriting what was possible.

Graeme Sandford:

Wrestlers of the 1970s were such characters: Big Daddy with his egg-shaped head and Nappy costume; Giant Haystacks with his Comic Cave-Man schtick; and the alliterative Polly-Syllable-Seasick-Steve who pirouetted, perambulating precociously, way before his time. 

Twenty minutes or so on the canvas, and none of them looked like a work of art.

Susan Batten:

“At the summer Wordquest Fest, we were entertained by jugglers, fire-eaters etc… After the talk on “Gendre”, an egg-wrestler put on a show with pirouettes for comic relief before we tackled the serious stuff in “Syllable”.

Pensitivity101:

I saw the prompt and began to ponder my response.

No common syllable rhythm hit me, but my mind began working overtime with a variety of ideas.

The best was a comic image of a wrestler doing a pirouette in a purple tutu whilst trying to fry an egg in a pan.

Murray Clarke:

Although pink flamingos often stand on one leg, and lay one large egg every year, they cannot pirouette like a ballet dancer in Swan Lake. Another interesting fact: A sumo wrestler can also stand on one leg, read a comic, and talk incessantly in words of one syllable like: dog and cat.

Dawgy Daddy Responds:

Macho Man Randy Savage became famous as a wrestler. After that he tried his hand as a comic until the night he did a pirouette on stage, twisting his ankle and screaming out two one syllable words in pain. For the next week Elizabeth made his breakfast every day, a raw egg.

The Afterlove Voice:

At dawn, the wrestler practiced a pirouette, surprisingly comic, on the pier. He balanced an egg on his palm, whispering each syllable like a spell. When gulls laughed, he bowed anyway, proving grace can bloom inside brute routines, even before breakfast and bruises fade today beneath clouds, courage hummed softly within him.

Pictures Imperfect Blog:

His documents state his profession as “comic wrestler”. What it means is that he performs in pink tights and a tutu between the professional wrestling bouts. He pirouettes on stage, then screams a single syllable, something like “Knoutsh!” or “Brang!”, and ends up with egg on his face. Dada is anarmadillo!

Nicola Daly:

Sidney Syllable read his comic while he tucked into an egg sandwich. His favourite story was the one about Ringo the Sumo Wrestler who fell in love with a ballerina. Afterwards he went to practise his pirouettes. If Ringo could woo a ballerina by learning how to pirouette, then so could he!

Christine Mallaband-brown:

Pirouette for me, said the artist, I want to add a super ballerina character to my fantasy comic. She will be up against the egg a wrestler with a name of one syllable. She danced a fandango instead and he was so impressed that he started work immediately. Rave reviews soon followed…

Teleportingweena:

The hefty wrestler came bursting into the diner. He bellowed one syllable to Midge, the little waitress, “Egg!” All the other diners were staring, some getting up to oust this beast. Midge just giggled, giving him a wink and a comical grin. “Dance,” she said. He twirled a perfect pirouette and bowed.

Lily’s Corner:

Thrift-A-Palooza

On a whim, I went to Thrift-A-Palooza to see what treasures I would find. I was so engrossed in the thought that I did a pirouette before entering the store. I saw many items; a Faberge egg, an 80s wrestler comic, and a guide book on syllables. Or does it say, syllabus?

Kim Smyth:

The wrestler downed his glass of liquid egg while reading a comic in the Saturday Evening Post. He got his protein by drinking raw eggs and eating a carnivore diet. Tonight, he would be in the ring with a woman. It will be interesting to see who will pirouette first! Not him!

The Elephant’s Trunk:

Laughed Off Stage

The wrestler changed career paths and became a stand up comedian. When he wasn’t funny, someone threw an egg at him. In a frenzy to utter his next syllable, he twirled himself into a pirouette and split his pants! The audience roared. Too late, the heartbroken would-be comic made the people laugh.

Ann Edall-Robson:

Broadway critic, A. Syllable was brutal in his review of The Pirouette at Wrestler Lane. 

“Everyone involved has egg on their faces for their effort in making a murder mystery into a musical about a standup comic and a troupe of aging dancers. This one gets a firm single syllable rating — Flop!”

Treehugger:

He dreaded hearing the one syllable command from the ring master.

Turn, Turn, Turn.

Hercules had been employed as a comic wrestler in the circus ,but to earn more money he was made to dress up in a pink tutu outfit and balance on an egg shaped ball and perform several pirouettes.

Squirreljan:

“How many syllables does it take to make a pirouette?” The comic twirled around three times. “Three, get it, ha ha.” He ducked as the eggs flew at him.

Later that night he flexed his muscles in the shower, washing the debris off. “Mum was right. I should have been a wrestler.”

poetisinta:

The Arabesque Annihilatorat the Gym

At the gym, the flamboyant wrestler tried a pirouette balancing an egg on his nose. It fell, he swore. The coach, reading a comic, barked, ‘One more expletive syllable and you’re out!’

Started, he leapt in the air – producing the greatest grand jete his fellow wrestlers had ever seen – and got a standing ovation!

Mark Fraidenburg:

The Comic

Detective Torrez watched as a comedian known as the wrestler completed a comic set with a pirouette on the stage, the crowd roaring with laughter. A red‑faced waitress tugged her sleeve, whispering a single syllable in her ear that cracked the case wide as an egg.

Utahan15:

the comic wrestler

is a not a serious nestler

as they piroutte

the audience no greek chorus

eggs him them on

with multi syllables

of pin up and pin him

end it

and the champion

will go the what is left

of the white house

on july four for number two hundred and fifty!

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49 responses to “Can You Tell A Story…”

  1. I like the poster. Too good. I too have many dry clean only sweaters that are patiently bearing with me. 😂😂

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  2. dutifullydeer6ab803ea0e Avatar
    dutifullydeer6ab803ea0e

    Hello Esther,

    Wait a minute and I’ll send you a story…

    Meanwhile, here’s one I made earlier about GAMES:

    “THE DECISIVE MOMENT
    I was getting worried about my friend, Oliver. His face had gone red and he stretched out his fingers as if trying to grasp something in the air. Then he clasped his hands together imploringly, then balled his fists as if ready for a fight. I watched fascinated, holding my breath.
    “Are you ready now?” I asked gently, from a position of 160 points up and a massive twelve-letter triumph sprawled across the board. I’d fought off every challenge but I was saddened to see Oliver going down in the soup.
    “Aaagh!”
    This must be a strangled cry, I supposed, not a suggested word. Besides, it didn’t fit in. He was after that corner spot, triple points if he made it, double that if it all fitted together. But I didn’t like the look of his glassy eyes and that twitching lower lip.
    Our whole future together hung in the balance. Could I really envisage life with a partner who didn’t love Scrabble?”

    Best regards,
    Susan

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    1. You left me smiling at that one, Susan. You can’t beat a game of Scrabble!

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  3. to the sole intent

    exclusive elusive

    the sly paint a dab of paint

    yeah switch and rave

    the energy you save

    rave sass lip synch and service

    much more or less

    apology

    for the lack of adhere

    and cohesive

    stings

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  4. I always enjoy the Thursday challenge. If you can successfully tell a story in 50 to 80 words, you’re on your way to writing a flash fiction tale, and then a longer short story, and ultimately a NOVEL!

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    1. Very true – step by step!

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  6. Such luxury being able to use 73 words! Here is my story, or look at it here with a photo: https://picturesimperfectblog.com/2026/01/29/switch/

    He had this little verse, just for situations like this. He whispered it in the mirror with pouted lips and heavy lidded bedroom eyes. In an instant he switched his personality.

    She put on her pink sweater over the purple tank-top with built-in boobs and off she went downtown, to rave the night away in the exclusive dance club. She would lose herself in the beat of the pounding techno music. No apology!

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    1. Wow! What a fabulous story!

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      1. Thanks so much, Esther!

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    Cressida de Nova

    exclusive switch rave lip apology verse sweater

    She immediately apologised for using the word sweater realising this of course would result in another rave session on the corruption of the English language and a chapter and verse lecture on syntax and usage Flick the switch sweetie.Yes I’m giving you some lip. Take your exclusive life and lingo elsewhere.

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    1. You made me laugh. Thank you 😊

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  8. In an exclusive apology, Franklin gave lip service to the offensive verse and tried a switch to convince the audience that he was not referring to the underneath of Miss Jones’s sweater. No one bought it.

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    1. Hilarious! Thanks, John.

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      1. Thank you, Esther. I’m glad you liked it.

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  11. EXCLUSIVE
    In today’s news we have exclusive details of the SWITCH of twin girls that was committed during a
    RAVE in the 1980’s.
    The only way to tell them apart was the shape of their top LIPs.
    Everything came to light when their kidnapper gave an APOLOGY in blank VERSE. He had wrapped the youngest baby in a SWEATER
    to steal it away. He now felt remorse and had to sort things out.

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    1. Thank you for your story. Great use of the words.

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      1. But still really good.

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  12. She slipped into the exclusive lounge wearing his old sweater, the one that still held a trace of yesterday. A DJ played a muted rave track, but her mind hummed a different verse entirely. She rehearsed an apology on her lip, unsure if she’d ever speak it aloud. When he walked in, the room seemed to switch currents, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

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    1. Super story with those words!

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  13. On visiting my Facebook page ,I read the disguised verse message indicating the exclusive venue of the forthcoming Rave event .

    Quickly donning my sweater and jeans, I was confronted by my mother. I brazenly gave her some lip, followed by a hurried apology .I closed my bedroom door and flicked off the light switch.

    I waited until the family were asleep, then climbed out of my bedroom window and headed for the Rave .

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    1. I love that! Thanks, Sheila 🥰

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    squirreljan

    Himself was ridiculously enthusiastic. “All guests switch sweaters and listen to poems.”

    Idiot. On arrival, we were asked to hand over our tops before being given a verse of The Lady of Shallot to read out, whilst topless on the stage. The compere explained it was an “Exclusive Sweater Poetry Rave” and we should feel honoured.

    Himself now has a split lip but still won’t give me an apology. Apparently, it was fun.

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    1. Oh, that’s brilliant, Janice 😂

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        squirreljan

        Thanks, Esther. I really have a lot of fun with these.

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    Loubybythesea61

    The Rave

    An exclusive gentlemans club had a one night switch for a rave. No apology was made for the lip gloss and sweaty sweater that now replaced Hugh’s business suit. The music, smoke, heat and essence of hot bodies in a crowd filled his senses. His life had taken a welcome turn. His wife read him chapter and verse on his poor choices but he delighted in knowing the venue for his next indulgence.

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    1. You’ve packed a lot into that story! Well done.

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    aerobson

    Looking at the shop owner questioningly, she poked a finger through the hole n the Angora sweater. “The window sign says this is a high end, gently worn, exclusive clothing store.” 

    The clerk made no apology but started to rave. The switch from her demure professional tone to a rising voice spewing the store policy verse by verse, was humorous to bystanders. Especially when one side of the clerk’s top lip began twitching. 

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    1. I could see this unfolding. Entertaining, Ann.

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      1. aerobson Avatar
        aerobson

        I look forward to your challenges. They make my writing brain wander down trails I might never travel.

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  18. Too Good to be true?

    “You’ll rave about this exclusive offer!” claimed the advertisement. The offer was enticing so I switched service providers.

    What a crock! Nothing but problems – more dropped calls than dropped stitches when knitting my last sweater. I called to complain but what did their so-called “service” representative say? He (it?) gave me nothing but lip. Not a hint of an apology.

    Revenge was sweet. I posted a scathing review – a verse in iambic pentameter.

    (p.s. I hope the words in the title don’t count)

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    1. No, they don’t. I loved your story! That last line is hilarious!

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