It's been a long time since you did this prompt! These words seem oddly sophisticated for children's block though... ;-)
Floral, blue, malicious, volatile desk The books arrived as an Amazon delivery: they were packaged inside a beige cardboard box that the delivery driver struggled up the front drive with. He was sweating when he reached the front door and had to push the doorbell with his elbow as the box proved too heavy and unwieldy for him to manage one-handed. Norbert opened the door, took the box and slammed the door shut before the driver could even gasp. The books were bound in blue leather and had floral frontispieces, illustrations by Jacqueline Mont-Adams, that depicted flowers found in the Antarctic. Norbert studied them intently, checking the details and only closing each book when he was certain that he had the right thing. Jacqueline was best known for being one-handed, but serious academics knew that she had lost the other hunting the Ilmatu. The flowers so carefully illustrated in these books were the ones that grew around the caves in the secret valley where she'd tracked the Ilmatu Princes to. The doorbell rang again. Norbert sighed and set the books down on the desk and then strolled to the door, listening to the doorbell ring three more times, before opening it. "What?" he said. "I need a picture," said the delivery driver. He was still red in the face but had got his breath back. "To prove that the delivery was made." "What delivery?" asked Norbert who was hungry, and hunger always made him malicious. "The box I just gave you," said the driver who was both used and fed up with this kind of behaviour from recipients. He'd been very much hoping to avoid this since Norbert clearly wasn't a volatile teenager, but apparently even fifty-year-olds (he guessed) could play these kinds of pathetic games. "What box?" said Norbert. He smiled, unconvincingly. "I think I would have remembered you giving me a box. What was in it?" The driver heaved a huge sigh and something moved inside his chest. He wondered for a moment if he'd broken a rib. "That one," he said, pointing behind Norbert to the desk as the far end of the room. "Be my guest," said Norbert, stepping aside. The driver, too hurried to wonder that Norbert didn't even turn to look, got his phone out and strode in to get a clear picture. As he heard the door click behind him, it struck him that the house seemed oddly cold. He lifted his phone and to his astonishment something dropped from the ceiling and got in the way of the picture. An egg-shaped, featureless head loomed in the viewfinder and long, unnaturally-jointed fingers pushed the phone aside.
Greg - no blocks involved this time, just random words popping into my head.
Sigh. I give you a nice, reasonable prompt, and you find a way to get the eggheads into your response. And I didn't even suspect anything until close to the end this time.
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It's been a long time since you did this prompt! These words seem oddly sophisticated for children's block though... ;-)
Floral, blue, malicious, volatile desk
The books arrived as an Amazon delivery: they were packaged inside a beige cardboard box that the delivery driver struggled up the front drive with. He was sweating when he reached the front door and had to push the doorbell with his elbow as the box proved too heavy and unwieldy for him to manage one-handed. Norbert opened the door, took the box and slammed the door shut before the driver could even gasp.
The books were bound in blue leather and had floral frontispieces, illustrations by Jacqueline Mont-Adams, that depicted flowers found in the Antarctic. Norbert studied them intently, checking the details and only closing each book when he was certain that he had the right thing. Jacqueline was best known for being one-handed, but serious academics knew that she had lost the other hunting the Ilmatu. The flowers so carefully illustrated in these books were the ones that grew around the caves in the secret valley where she'd tracked the Ilmatu Princes to.
The doorbell rang again. Norbert sighed and set the books down on the desk and then strolled to the door, listening to the doorbell ring three more times, before opening it.
"What?" he said.
"I need a picture," said the delivery driver. He was still red in the face but had got his breath back. "To prove that the delivery was made."
"What delivery?" asked Norbert who was hungry, and hunger always made him malicious.
"The box I just gave you," said the driver who was both used and fed up with this kind of behaviour from recipients. He'd been very much hoping to avoid this since Norbert clearly wasn't a volatile teenager, but apparently even fifty-year-olds (he guessed) could play these kinds of pathetic games.
"What box?" said Norbert. He smiled, unconvincingly. "I think I would have remembered you giving me a box. What was in it?"
The driver heaved a huge sigh and something moved inside his chest. He wondered for a moment if he'd broken a rib.
"That one," he said, pointing behind Norbert to the desk as the far end of the room.
"Be my guest," said Norbert, stepping aside. The driver, too hurried to wonder that Norbert didn't even turn to look, got his phone out and strode in to get a clear picture. As he heard the door click behind him, it struck him that the house seemed oddly cold. He lifted his phone and to his astonishment something dropped from the ceiling and got in the way of the picture. An egg-shaped, featureless head loomed in the viewfinder and long, unnaturally-jointed fingers pushed the phone aside.
Greg - no blocks involved this time, just random words popping into my head.
Sigh. I give you a nice, reasonable prompt, and you find a way to get the eggheads into your response. And I didn't even suspect anything until close to the end this time.
Sigh, I say again.
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