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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Wordy Gurdy Competition

As I'm really busy this week, I don't have time to write a long, insightful post, although I do have quite a few ideas bouncing around in my head.

So for now, I'm launching another competition. A wordy gurdy competition.

Here are five random words: jagged, six, clay, telephone, cat. You must form a short story with these five words, and it must make sense (so a paragraph saying the jagged cat made six clay telephones will be disqualified). And the story must be no longer than 80 words.

The most creative story will win ... and the prize is ... an entire post dedicated to the winner! Marvellous, isn't it?

A few rules:
(1) All entries must be in English.
(2) Stories must be no longer than 80 words.
(3) Stories must make sense.
(4) No obscene scenarios allowed (eg. the cat screwed the clay telephone).
(5) Each person allowed to enter only once.
(6) No anonymous contributions allowed.
(7) Closing date for entries is Friday, September 16, 2005. Judging will take place over the weekend and the results will be posted early next week.

Time to get your creative juices flowing! Post your story in the comments box.

Pretty tough this time, eh? ;)

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a storytelling Meow.

27 Comments:

  • Ai?! No obscene scenarios? This is no haiku, how to write like that? I was going to say that the clay cat loved six jagged telephones, but ran out of words early. Ah well, here goes:

    The cat was out of the bag. For six weeks, her nerves had been rubbed raw. Incessant calls from the press only made things worse.
    Her hands shook badly. The jagged remains of a wine glass bit into one. The other hovered ineffectually; it would not put her telephone down.
    She turned to leave, to go anywhere but her feet felt like clay. Her mouth suddenly felt dry.
    ‘Kucing,’ she turned to her partner. ‘They know about us.’ (78 words)

    PS. Please note ambiguity in 'partner,' in the last line. I'm not suggesting anything, honest! ;-)

    By Blogger plink, at September 14, 2005 6:56 AM  

  • It has been six days, still no sign of him. Where is he?? Why did he leave so upset and angry?? Sigh.

    Now, I find myself sitting by the telephone. Just hoping someone would call me and tell me he’s alright. But I am afraid. What if it was bad news?? I would crack just like how a clay vase would. My nerves are jagged. I’m worried sick! Suddenly.....I see him waltzing in.

    Yes!! My cat, Billy is back. (79 words)

    *I would never write a cat story but this was a mighty exception.*

    By Anonymous New Yvy, at September 14, 2005 10:02 AM  

  • I drafted an entry, but I believe it will be rejected on account of rule #4.

    What to do. :P

    By Blogger tigerjoe, at September 14, 2005 1:15 PM  

  • oOOoo...one more contest..ahhaha

    By Anonymous S-Kay, at September 14, 2005 1:46 PM  

  • He was singing his heart out with the ring from Petaling Street, proposing to Rosie.

    “You think I don’t know this song by Jagged Edge? Be creative! And I saw you buy the ring from Petaling Street!”

    “Gatal! I can’t believe he proposed with that six ringgit ring!”

    Her cat meowed. Rosie then realized that she would’ve still married him even with rings made of clay. Maybe it’s the PMS.

    She picked up the telephone to call Chu but…. (79 words)

    Note : Chu sang Let's Get Married by Jagged Edge

    By Anonymous S-Kay, at September 14, 2005 2:23 PM  

  • Her nerves were jagged. He was outstation for six days while keeping her in the dark about his whereabouts. When he came home she found a piece of paper with a name and a telephone number in his coat pocket. She picked up the phone and called the number. A sultry sweet voice answered . “Helloo Michelle Clay here”. Ah-hah!! the cat is out of the bag. (Definitely less)

    By Blogger Laguhati, at September 14, 2005 3:40 PM  

  • Wow you guys have really impressed me! Keep up the good work!

    By Blogger Kucing Gatal, at September 14, 2005 4:45 PM  

  • At six, he felt her as she slid into the bed with him. Her body, warm, coiled into his.

    "Where have you been cat?" he moaned.

    "I've been with you the whole time," she purred as she licked his jagged hair away from his ear.

    He grabbed her closer. Her moist breath tickled his neck, it smells like fresh clay. Images and thoughts flooded his mind as he drifted back into sleep.

    The telephone rang, jarred him awake.

    (78 words!)

    By Blogger Kaki Cucuk Langit, at September 14, 2005 5:41 PM  

  • It was six in the morning when the ringing telephone beside my bed roused me from my deep slumber.My eyes were still half opened while I tried to grab the friggin phone,and in doing so,I accidentally tipped over my favorite clay cat that was beside the bed.Down it went to the floor with a loud crash.Dang!There goes my cat.Now in little jagged pieces all over the bedroom floor. (75 words)

    By Blogger Screwed-Up AKA SnglGuy, at September 14, 2005 8:32 PM  

  • Clock chimed six and the rays shone in. Heard the kettle whistling and I rolled to face an empty bed.

    Covered myself and crept downstairs; thought I could surprise him but I heard a whisper.

    He was on the telephone, laughing whilst the cat’s on the table and her tail’s swaying.

    I knew it was her; without thinking, I threw a vase made of clay.

    It shattered in slow motion the way my heart would, in a jagged little way. (80 words)


    i had fun =))

    By Blogger cyber-red, at September 14, 2005 9:32 PM  

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    By Blogger Hedonistics Anonymous, at September 15, 2005 10:50 AM  

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    By Blogger Hedonistics Anonymous, at September 15, 2005 10:55 AM  

  • Lord, how long has it been already... six whole days since I last heard from you. Weak and unmoving like a lump of wet clay, I slump listlessly beside the telephone. I have not eaten for a week, nor has the cat. I see its lifeless body sprawled in a pool of congealing blood, a jagged blade poking through its ribs.

    Poor Whiskers. I'm so sorry baby, but momma really had no choice.

    (73 words)

    By Blogger Hedonistics Anonymous, at September 15, 2005 10:56 AM  

  • KG : wah! delete so many comments arrr? that teruk or spam?

    Hedo : yioh....brutal nyer!!! :P

    By Anonymous new yvy, at September 15, 2005 11:13 AM  

  • Death of a cat

    The telephone rang. She waited for it to ring six times. She picked it up. "What do u want me to do?” She listened. She put down the receiver, walked to the dresser and opened the drawer. A jagged knife. Bloodied. She trembled. His instructions still clear. She took the knife and walked to the shower. The curtain was torn down. Lain on the floor like a death shroud. Something was underneath it. Limping. No. Not the cat. No!!!!

    79 words. Not including title.

    By Blogger Acat, at September 15, 2005 12:30 PM  

  • KG: Sorry, I had to do so many deletes due to typos and re-edits. Hope you don't mind.

    Acat: You missed out the word clay.

    By Blogger Hedonistics Anonymous, at September 15, 2005 1:44 PM  

  • Funny how this cat can be, she wants men to be wordy? Its almost impossible as most men here have jagged speech, so how to find? Maybe if she lives in England and learn to sip tea from clay teacup, she then might find her man. Or, she could just pick up telephone and ask me out. LOL

    So here's my official entry:
    The cat sat quietly by the broken window, admiring in solitude the world outside. It looks so peaceful compared to her jagged image. As she cleans the clay off her paws, the telephone down the hall rang, ending her routine abruptly. She dearly hope it is from the new family that will be adopting her soon. (56 words)

    By Blogger MahaguruSia, at September 15, 2005 5:40 PM  

  • HA: That's quite all right. Very brutal story, like Yvy observed.

    Acat: I give you chance, re-do your story with the word clay in it :)

    Keep them coming, guys :) I must applaud all your efforts so far!

    By Blogger Kucing Gatal, at September 15, 2005 5:48 PM  

  • Six o’clock. Time to stop pottery and wash the clay off my hands. The telephone rang just as I was drying off; Notti Princess was five minutes away.

    Some time later.

    We were at it on the verandah, well on our journey to bliss. I felt a poke in my behind, a jagged quality to the touch.

    I lurve it when you finger me like that,
    But I’m not,” she sighed.

    I turned and looked. It was the cat. *cilaka*

    ***************

    Exactly 80 words. And here I was, so worried I'd broken rule #4. :P

    By Blogger tigerjoe, at September 15, 2005 7:49 PM  

  • hahaha!! why do i have this STRANGE feeling the tiger's gonna win this one. :P

    By Anonymous yvy, at September 16, 2005 12:26 PM  

  • Death of a cat (revised) ;)

    The telephone rang. She waited for it to ring six times. She picked it up. "What do u want me to do?” She listened. She put down the receiver, her emotions misshapen like a poor clay sculpture. A jagged knife. Bloodied. She trembled. His instructions still clear. She took the knife and walked to the shower. The curtain was torn down. Lain on the floor like a death shroud. Something was underneath it. Limping. No. Not the cat. No!!!!

    79 words..

    By Blogger Acat, at September 16, 2005 5:35 PM  

  • Oh man. I forgot to enter.

    *cries*

    By Blogger xaph, at September 17, 2005 10:47 AM  

  • better late then never...

    ====================

    A telephone rings. A man wearing a silk bathrobe walks into the room.

    He picks up the receiver. "Hello", he says. "yes, six.", there is a long pause. "I understand".

    He replaces the receiver and takes out a mud-caked revolver from a drawer and shoots himself in the head. A cat meows in the distance just as his lifeless body collapses on the floor, the silk robe ripped by the jagged edge of the table.

    By Blogger rijac, at September 18, 2005 11:52 PM  

  • aiyoo...another brutal one. very suggestive to those who are suicidal u know? tsk..tsk...tsk....:P

    By Blogger mistyeiz, at September 20, 2005 12:46 PM  

  • misty... actually the character in my story is not suicidal in nature, but he just lost all his life savings plus loans from friends and family totalling 6 million in an investment gone wrong.

    By Blogger rijac, at September 21, 2005 12:11 AM  

  • Rijac: How tragic. But sorry, your entry came too late ...

    Anyway girls and boys, I will choose the winner tonight! It's a really really tough choice, kudos to all contestants for their quality work!

    By Blogger Kucing Gatal, at September 21, 2005 11:11 AM  

  • rijac : alamak, along case kar? :P

    By Anonymous yvy, at September 21, 2005 11:46 PM  

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