TWT 21

I admit, the way I told him to shut the hell up for once was less than veteratorian. But the sevidical way in which he treated his family was just too much to bear and kept producing a morsicant sensation in the pit of my stomach. I had to bear abusive behaviour for way too long to stay calm at this octogenarian zoilist's verbal attacks anymore. As a result, I am now the most impudent offspring that ever lived and No.1 enemy to my own father.

TWT 20

After having consumed an acrasia of alimentary goods at a local inn Phillip stumbled murklins toward his appartment in a sleepy littoral village and dropped into bed only to be awakened by a hitonious oncethmus right by his side and realised he had fallen asleep in a stable next to a pair of mating donkeys.

Timmy's Tribulations (epilogue)

Still in hibernation and no idea when I will feel like resuming blogging, but wanted to finish off the story which has been dragging on for too long and catch up with TWT even if it is currently on a break.


One night, just around Midsummer, the pulchritudinous faeries reappeared in Timmy's dream.

"Well done, sisters!" The voice belonged to Daisy, the senior of the three girls. "It wasn't easy but we pulled it off with much assiduity. Harry was a hard nut to crack. I was beginning to think the summotion of the old teacher in order to bring him in to become Timmy's menthor was a mistake but Violet's perspicacious idea saved the day although it was risky to put the scroll in the boy's schoolbag."

"But it paid off, Well, technically, we didn't do it ourselves as we are not allowed to physically interfere. Timmy did it in his sleep without being aware of it."

"Indeed. And after that a bond began to form between Harry and the boy. In a way, Timmy was as much a teacher to Harry as he was to the boy. One could almost say Harry became an opsimath, too!"

"I only wish we didn't have to hurt Timmy," Buttercup joined in the conversation.

"He was really not in a grave danger," explanied Daisy, "but we needed to speed up things and get Timmy's mother involved. And what better way than making Harry a hero by saving the boy. And things have worked out just fine although the serpent we sent was a little overenthusiastic with the venom. We knew Harry had studied the parchments and was well obarmated with knowledge against such cases, and we made sure he had found Timmy on time. He may not be pefect but he is essentially a good man and certainly no phlyarologist which Timmy's mother soon realised. They took to each other while taking care of Timmy's recovery and just look at them now! They hardly ever separete and seem as happy together as can be. No doubt Timmy and the parchments are in good hands and he will learn all he needs to know when the time comes. Sisters, our job is done but we shall still keep an eye on the boy's development lest something unexpected turns up. Now, let us rejoice!"

Three Word Thursday #16

Sorry, no time for a story this time, so I'm just leaving you with this...



Is invigilating stagnicolous creatures risible?

An announcement

As you may have noticed, I haven't been much around blogs lately. I'm sorry about that but I have things in real life to take care of and they are taking too much of my time and energy at the moment. The situation should be within manageable proportions by mid-June and that's when I hope to have more time for resuming my on line activities. Meanwhile, take care, everyone, and have fun.

Three Word Thursday #16

Timmy had been recovering nicely and was soon well enough to return to his mother. She was anxious to have him back after Harry, the teacher, had passed her the news. Harry was also the one bringing Timmy home and he offered him to earn a few extra dimes as his tyro as soon as he was fit enough to return to school. His mother supported the idea and Timmy, although still having his qualms, finally agreed. His mother was a single parent and he knew it wasn't easy for her to make ends meet working as the chief editor's amanuensis at the local paper. Timmy never knew his father and mother was reluctant to talk about him. He was a niddering of a man, she would say on the rare occasion, and not worth a second thought. They had been in love and planned a life together and all seemed well until one day he simply disappeared. Nobody knew where he'd gone or why but he was never to be seen again. It was only after his disappearance she'd found out she was pregnant. She had only one person to turn to, and that was her grandmother who lived in a small house at the edge of a town many miles away and that's where she moved to give birth to Timmy.

Three Word Thursday #15

Timmy and his classmates had no more problems with the history teacher. If not exactly mellifluous, he certainly ceased to be invidious towards them, and tried to pass his knowledge with as much fun as possible. The kids aprpeciated the change but still didn't trust the man completely.

Weeks passed and nothing particular happened. When he was free from school, Timmy would explore his surroundings, trying always to discover something interesting. He would find new plants and learn their names later on, he would whistle to the birds and bring salt for the deer, and he was reasonably happy.

One day he followed the creek upstream through a dense bush when he felt a senticous sensation in his right cheek. He looked around for the possible cause but couldn't source anything unusual so he continued on with his divagations until he felt his energy draining and his face swelling. He turned around and headed home as quickly as he could, but before he could reach the town, he collapsed.

He was awakened by susurrous voices.

"How is he?"

"His skin is still rubifacient but his fever has abated. It was a close call but I think he'll be fine."

"It's a good thing Phillis found him there in the woods and called Harry right away."

"Yes, and that Harry knew immediately what to do. But let's leave him now. He..."

Harry? -- the thought pierced Timmy's mind. Wasn't that their history teacher's first name? But before he could think about it any longer he fell into deep slumber again.