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Grex Writing Item 57: The Horror of the Himalayas
Entered by remmers on Sun Mar 14 02:56:03 UTC 1993:

The tall, brave, handsome, intrepid, bearded mountainclimber
lifted his head and stared up at the magnificent, snow-covered,
formidable, ancient, challenging peak.  "What a monumental,
all-consuming, unique project for a tall, brave, handsome,
bearded mountainclimber such as myself," he thought.  The
orange, round, life-giving sun was setting in the west, it
was time for refreshing, invigorating, renewing rest to
prepare for the exciting, incalculable, formidable,
unrelenting challenge of the morrow.  He entered his
warm, cozy, inviting, sturdy tent to prepare for a night
of blissful, refreshing, health-giving, renewing sleep.

Soon was the brave, plucky mountainclimber adrift in
slumberland, his mind awash with vague, spooky, gossamer,
enigmatic dreams.  Thus was he blissfully unaware when the
hairy, oderiferous, inauspicious, gargantuan, abominable
snow monster crept up to his tent on stealthy, pointed,
cloven feet and hovered for a time about the entrance
of the sturdy, canvas, well-insulated tent.  After a time
the monstrous, powerful, menacing beast crept away as
silently as he had come, knowing that he would without
doubt encounter the tempting, delicious, succulent
mountainclimber on the slopes the next day.

That same night, in bustling, never-sleeping, smog-laden
London, the brave, handsome, bearded mountainclimber's
sweet, young, beautiful, charming true love lay awake in
her lacy, sumptuous, tastefully furnished boudoir, tossing
and turning in her soft, pillow-laden, four-poster bed.
She tossed and turned, unable to achieve sweet, blissful
renewing sleep, worried as she was about the fortunes of
her brave, bearded, handsome, absent lover.  With
sudden, gut-wrenching abruptness their came a heavy,
ominous knock at the door, and the sound of clear, fragile,
expensive window glass breaking.

Could it be that the earth-shaking, ground-breaking pioneering
research of the old, feeble, wizened, white-haired scholar in
Prague would, through an incredible, far-fetched, never-in-a-
blue-moon twist of fate, save the separated, star-crossed
lovers from their sad, hapless, ignominious fates?

12 responses total.



#1 of 12 by chelsea on Sun Mar 14 13:21:13 1993:

No.


#2 of 12 by jdg on Sun Mar 14 13:33:49 1993:

and you forgot "dynamic".


#3 of 12 by rcurl on Sun Mar 14 22:52:30 1993:

Horror, indeed. Considering just the tall, brave, handsome, intrepid,
bearded mountainclimber; first he lost his intrepidity; then his height,
looks, and beard, but gained pluck; then his looks and beard came back;
and then he left. Awesome.


#4 of 12 by aa8ij on Mon Mar 15 22:14:34 1993:

absolutly not. uh uh noit in a millyun years...

 then again.... maybe.


#5 of 12 by athena on Wed Mar 24 00:08:30 1993:

Yes.  definately...How intersting


#6 of 12 by keats on Wed Mar 24 05:10:24 1993:

i think you got all your vocabulary words in here, and used properly.

b+.


#7 of 12 by davel on Sat Mar 27 14:38:32 1993:

Ah, yer mudder was a thesaurus.
(And you misspelled "odoriferous! nyah, nyah!)


#8 of 12 by rcurl on Sat Mar 27 17:37:07 1993:

Actually, he had fallen in the Oder.


#9 of 12 by aa8ij on Mon Mar 29 08:10:21 1993:

  your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!!!


#10 of 12 by rcurl on Mon Mar 29 14:39:51 1993:

You can't hid from us, Gibreel Farishta!


#11 of 12 by embu on Thu Apr 8 16:29:56 1993:

You realize that some people are now going to be having terrible nightmares
about cloven-footed snowmonsters lurking about their doors, do you? ;}


#12 of 12 by remmers on Fri Apr 9 03:17:43 1993:

That was the wicked, presumptuous, scary, oblique general idea.

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