“Write a Scrabble Story” by Joan Y. Edwards
I love words. It is fun to play scrabble creating words using the tiles that show up when it is my turn. Figuring out where to place them sometimes takes me a long time. Eventually, both my opponent or me finds a place to put the letters. Of course, the highest score wins.
Today I am going to list the words that showed up when I played Scrabble with a friend.
1. aimed
2. as
3. be
4. cox
5. deer
6. do
7. dub
8. fate
9. fox
10.. gain
11. grab
12. grants
13. great
14. hock
15. hole
16. is
17. joint
18. nerk
19. no
20. omen
21. pile
22. quail
23. quilt
24. rainy
25. say
26. sob
28. tees
29. top
30. tout
31. van
32. vend
33. views
34. who
35. win
36 zit
Crackers and Deer
by Joan Y. Edwards
Lester stood at the vending machine. There was a hole in his plan. He had been there for 20 minutes trying to get one pack of peanut butter crackers to fall down from the top into the tray at the bottom. He let things rainyup on him.
It seemed a bad omen. Perhaps fate had a different plan for him. Perhaps there was no food in the near future for him. He aimed to get a little something to eat as his stomach was growling. He wouldn’t be in this situation if he had listened to his inner voice that morning. It had rained so much, his van almost turned into an ark and needed a coxswain to guide him to work. No one wanted to hear his sob story.
Who could he ask to help him? This machine had it in for him. He was hungry. He slept too long under his comfy quilt and skipped breakfast to get to work. He forgot to bring the bowl of ham hock soup for lunch.
It would feel great to get his committee’s project completed. Who dubbed him head of the committee? Everyone on the committee dodged looking him in the eye like his face had a huge zit on it. The committee’s job was to gain permission to move a family of deer to a nearby state forest with a wildlife reserve because new housing developers cut down their woods. Is it their fate to die or will he find a way to outfox the rules hindering this move. He had to grab the support of the community and get money grants to fund it. Right now the majority of the committee views this as a defeated project. They don’t see how we can win, even with an avalanche of money.
I heard them say that our team tees off at 5:30 p.m. If I don’t get this pack of crackers, I will be like a quail sitting on a lily pad in front of hunters touting that they will share their kill. Yet those rifles seemed aimed at me.
Do all workers have a problem with this machine? Even shaking the machine like a nerk didn’t make the crackerts fall. Every joint in his body ached for a cracker.Which was more important? Food or saving the deer. Lester left the break room and went back to his desk. I’ll eat later. When the deer can eat, I’ll eat.
Thank you for all of you who read this post. Bob Rich is the only person who entered the contest and wrote a story with me.
So Bob Rich won the contest! Thank you Bob for entering. He won a Blue Ribbon for the Saddest Story and a Blue Ribbon for Using All the Words in the list!
Resources
Here are word games I found that you can play by yourself.
Boggle – I like Boggle because it has white dice cubes. It also has qu on a side of a cube.
Qless – wooden cubes = no q letters to worry about.
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Joan my deer,
I’d have to be a nerk with a pile of great pimples who sits on a zit on his posterior to quail at your challenge. I have aimed to be as great as possible at being the one to grab a prize, should that be my fate.
Now all I need to do is to quilt a story with the joint purpose of entertaining while being the funniest and saddest and most scientific.
You are a clever fox who grants me such a Sunday challenge!
The team of girls had never yet won a race, but as I stood on the beach this rainy day, I heard the cox say, “I won’t sob if we don’t gain a win this time yet, but your performance last week is an omen that we’ll be top one day. Who knows, today may be the race that will dub you as the champions.”
My darling granddaughter and her team pushed the surfboat into the water and hopped in while sharing their views: “No question, we won’t go down a hole but do our best as we vend our way back to shore!”
She was so keen she stumbled on an oar. Oww! Ouch! She broke her toe.
Their coach took her place, so sadly she watched from the beach as they won the race for the first time. “Oh,” she said to me, “I’d hock my most precious things to be there.”
The ambulance arrived. She was assisted into the van with tears in her eyes. She didn’t need to dot her i-s or cross her tees to explain the reason for her sadness.
So, I need to tout the message: No matter the hurry, think first.
Joan, the underlines didn’t travel with the story, but I have used EVERY ONE of your scrabble words, even if one typo.
By the way, this is a true story.
Dear Bob,
Thank you for entering the Scrabble story Contest. You won a Blue Ribbon for the Saddest Story and a Blue Ribbon for using all the words!!!
I hope your granddaughter’s toe is healing nicely. Do something fun for you!
Never Give Up
Joan
Dear Bob,
Thank you for participating! You did a great job of using all the Scrabble words. Not underlining the words makes the story flow better. I may change it in the directions.
Sorry your granddaughter broke her toe. That would hurt.
Never Give Up
Joan