Saturday, August 23, 2008

The Wide, Wide World of Wordzzle

If you are new the Wordzzle then jump over to the Raven's Nest and check out the other stories, the rules ( well, suggestions really) and participate or read or whatever.

Should you feel like involving yourself in my wordzzle series then take a chance and read this weeks installment.

This Week's Ten Word Challenge is: tiramisu, transfixed, evacuation, Queen of the Nile, pillowcase, grammatical, voice inflection, pacified, microclimate, swami

The Mini Challenge: maggots, thermal pocket, industrial, bovine, feminized

As always I combine the 15 words into one continuing saga.

This weeks is: Information gathering 101

Things were starting to get hot in DC's hottest of upscale men's clubs, "The Queen on the Nile." Claude thought the whole Egyptian thing a bit overdone and tacky, but after all it was America and most of these guys were young republicans, so what did you expect. Years earlier a place like this would have been in the suburbs in Maryland or in the seedier sections of DC. Now with the infusion of the neo-cons, stately Georgetown had taken on a more seedy if slightly upscale character.

It was interesting to watch the current administration's elite stand transfixed as the dancers removed their Egyptian looking G-strings and costumes. Someone should have told them that the Swami costumes for the bouncers were really from another culture and looked pretty gay to boot. Debaucherrie could tell by the voice inflection and grammatical correctness of the conversations he overheard that the crowd contained the requisite number of Yale and Harvard grads.

He'd been following Armistead Brewster for a couple of days. Deciding when and where to take him and setting up a site for interrogation had used up the remainder of his time spent in DC. In the end he picked an abandoned building in an older industrial section in Maryland just outside the DC city limits.

While his observations had not given Claude any info about Armistead's cohorts, it had allowed him to enjoy some of the Districts better restaurants. Last night's Tiramisu at La Soeur Vilaine had been worth the trip up I-95. Interstate 95, what a joke. It was just an evacuation route for city dwellers up and down the east coast to escape the oppressive heat and humidity. They were all in search of a more pleasant seaside or mountain microclimate.
Whatever it took to keep the masses pacified he supposed.
Brewster got up to leave. Claude took his time, knowing that Brewster's Beemer would not start.

Armistead Brewster the 3rd was not accustomed to being naked and exposed. His personality thrived on working in the shadows. So being tied to a chair in a spread eagle fashion was extremely uncomfortable. It made him feel feminized and vulnerable. He was blinded by floodlights shining in his eyes. Brewster could just make out the outline of someone standing in the shadows. At his feet, his naked feet, there were the remains of what looked to be some bovine creature . The disgusting and smelly things were covered with crawling maggots. The intensity of the lights seemed to increase. Armistead felt himself trapped inside some horrendous thermal pocket of pain, revolting smell and total vulnerability.

Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, a pillowcase was drawn over his head. The open end was tightened by some sort of rope or twine around his neck. He felt himself become dizzy as the rope was tightened and then loosened. A hand cuffed him hard alongside his head.

"Wake up Mr. Brewster, we're going to have a conversation." "I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer them." "Is that understood?" asked an ominous voice.



Raven said...

I especially love the digs at Republicans. I am a bigot. I'm looking forward to the next installment. I still say you're working on a book here.

Raven said...

By the way, did you forget Mr. Linky or did I just beat you too it?

Richard said...

I slept in today and am just getting around to reading and commenting. Will come by your blog next. As to republicans; I just call it like I see it.


Akelamalu said...

Definitely a book here. I love the name Debaucherie!

Richard said...

akelamalu: Claude is living up to his name, isn't he?


Carletta said...

"To keep the masses pacified" - I'm not pacified - I need more story!
As always - well done!

Jeff B said...

I think it's safe to say that Claude has Brewster's undivided attention at this point!

Your use of each word fit perfectly into the story. Well done.

Richard said...

carletta: Patience dear girl, Wordzzle comes but once a weak.

Jeff B.: The words make the story and I'm just along for the ride.


Dianne said...

seedy neo-cons hahaha!

Richard said...

Dianne, we toasted your speedy recovery many times last night, now I bet you feel better than I do. I know I'm getting old when a few 7 & 7s can do this to me.


Melli said...

Oh you are BRILLIANT! I can't wait to hear how you work in pogostick and potter's wheel next week! I'll probably have to go back a few chapters too! LOL!

Richard said...

melli: I don't look at the words till Friday night, then let the story flow from the combination of the plot line in my head and the words. Thanks for the compliment.


SMM said...

I love it...dying to know what happens next

Richard said...

smm: Thanks for reading, there seems to be a lot going on here. I hope I can keep up.


Kay said...

Just found you... love the story and can't wait to both read more and someday take a crack at it myself.