“Suggestions” Opportunity Dare

Following on from my last post – you can read it here – I had a thought, which I only thought briefly, but then “The Editor” (let’s just call her TE for brevity, I’m a lazy typist) over at The Lockwood Echo dared to type the thought I had been thinking.  I suspect this is because she has been associating for too long with the author of a certain column in the Lockwood Echo (OK, that has to be shortened to “TLE” – you know why!)   So, basicall TE from TLE stole my thought and typed it – and it was good.  (You still following?  Good!)

TE typed:

Toddlers, Cute, Mountain Biking.
As soon as I saw your post title I scrolled up to see what mine were today. I too get some wild suggestions that bear no relationship to each other or what I read. I don’t use searches, so maybe that’s why they’re so random! I like the idea they could be a secret code. We should use them as prompts, in the style of Mr Lageose’s Bonnywood 3 Word Challenge. 😉

Now, she mentioned a certain name, and a certain challenge, that some may already be familiar with.  If not, you really need to go and check it out.  Brian is wickedly witty, snarky, word-savvy, thoughtful, caring, and just plain nice – all rolled into one good blogger.  You can find the genisis of the 3 Word Challenge here

So, I thought, “Why Not?”.  (well, there is probably many reason why not, but I decided to ignore them anyway).  So here is my little “Suggestions Opportunity Dare” – yes, ….wait for it …. – it’s too long to type again so I’m just going to call it SOD (it quirks me).

SOD is easy, you just open up the WordPress Reader on the nominated day (or any day really, if you don’t like rules) and look for the “Suggestions” at the top.


So, for me, today’s second suggestions are Homeschool, Love, Robots.  I then make a post using those words, for (a hideous) example:

The Authorities have announced a crack-down on the multitude of unlicensed ‘Homeschool Repair Shops for Love Robots’ that have sprung up all over the country since the production of rubber was totally banned.

If you would like to have a go, you need to do the following simple steps:

  • check your reader for the “Suggestions”- (it helps if you DON’T have any TAGS listed for search on your sidebar in the reader, as that way you get the full random selection effect)
  • write your post, tag it as SOD (or use the full name: Suggestions Opportunity Dare).
  • add a link to your post, or a pingback to this post, in the comments below if you want to – you don’t have to, but if we can’t find your post, we can’t enjoy it!

Just because I like a little bit of structure, (and I need something to generate a regular post with at the moment) I’m going to do a SOD each Thursday, but you can choose any day the whimsy takes you.

If you’re interested, come join in and see what you can make out of SOD.

I  DARE you!

Reality – A Short Paragraph Story

Da and Ma always said they felt the whole world had an opinion about their life, but they didn’t let it bother them too much.  They had a sense of humour, and they used it to gently poke back at those people and their opinions, but sometimes it’s hard for me to appreciate their humour when they made my name their poking stick.  Yep, I’m Exploi Ted, the child of Da Ted and Ma Ted, Reality TV stars!

A Strangers Hands – A Short Paragraph Story

Waiting on the bed in an unfamiliar room, clothes draped on the chair, I thought again about the decision that had brought me here.  It was so unlike me (or the me of recent years) to do this, had I made a mistake?  Did I give in too easily to the suggestion?  Perhaps I should have waited longer, tried to find another way to ease the hurt.  Could a strangers hands really give me release from this pain I carried with me?  Well, I had paid for an hour, no sense in wasting the money without sampling the goods.  Their touch is part pleasure, part pain, but I endure it because sometimes you just have to resort to a remedial massage to fix your neck!

Your Seat – A Short Paragraph Story

I cannot sit where you sat, there is still too much you left behind. I saw you there everyday, basking in the sun, warm with contentment. I envied you and jealously wished I had the same opportunity to sit, quiet and still and relaxed. Now your seat is empty, and it beckons me, calls to me, but the consequences would be too much, teary eyes and runny nose. So, I shall not sit in your seat, your space will not be taken – cat fur does not agree with me.

© ceenoa

Suppression – A Short Paragraph Story

Your support is really suppression and constriction, and while you hold me up you also hold me back. When you are close for too long you chafe me, yet each morning I embrace the way you mold me. By days end I revel in my liberation as I discard your confining ways, and yet I know that tomorrow I will allow myself to be enslaved once more. Bra, how I despair of thee, let me count the ways!

© ceenoa

Enlightenment – A Short Paragraph Story

The Hobb-lin Fumb-lin Monks follow the path of Fro Zen. Fro Zen teaches that meditating naked in a blizzard, on a bare mountain peak, will guide you to Enlightenment.
Which it does! because after the local surgeon Mr N’Ligh Tenment removes your frostbitten fingers and toes, the radiant shine of enlightenment teaches you that it is really, really, really stupid to sit naked in a blizzard.
The path of Fro Zen believes in double reinforcement when searching for enlightenment.
(Also they own shares in a company that makes extra small shoes and fingerless gloves.)

© ceenoa

Success – A Short Paragraph Story

My success rate varies, hearts can be very hard to win. Patience is the name of the game, and I have plenty of experience with that. My evenings are spent practising skills and developing strategies, all aimed at making the ladies fall for me: the slow approach, the fancy flourish, the delicate manoeuvring, the calculated risk and finally the display of reckless abandon. Despite what you may think I am no cad, as in the end I always lay my cards on the table and admit that Solitaire is my Mistress.