Friday, October 15, 2010

Duff D Moss' Writing Challenge

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Every other week my fellow writer, Duff D Moss issues a Writing Challenge through the forum. Those that participate have one week to get their entries published. The following week there is a results thread to list entry URLs for all to see. This blog will list the entries. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as we enjoy creating them. Read more...
Duffy, all your contributors would like to take this opportunity to commemorate your 30th Round with a sincere thank you for the time and effort you have unselfishly given to bring us this quality Writing Challenge for over a year. These have been a true self-challenging writing experience that we hope will continue. Thank you!

Writing Challenge Round 30

The words this week have been provided by the "cuttest little puffin" Marie Milton.

She has suggested the following words:
silent apocalypse and Duffy


Duffy, a Hit Popstar of The 21st Century
By Jack Rodnessy on October 11th, 2010
This Welsh popstar might make a great name for herself given the chance.

Chapter 10, Silent Apocalypse and Duffy
By Annie Hintsala on October 11th, 2010
Gavin got on the phone and immediately started talking non stop, which he does the week of a full moon. “Hey there pretty lady! I couldn’t help overhearing. So we have some zombies at Joe’s. Oh, God, is Joe dead?

Duffs Writing Challenge Round 30_silent Apocalypse vs. Duffy
By Marie Milton on October 13th, 2010
“There is a storm coming in.”
My grandmother had always told me this, even since I was little, when she must of known I couldn’t really understand. She would tell me that something was going to happen. Whether it was good or bad, I never knew.
Now, 20 years later, I’m still waiting for this ’storm’.

Duffy’s Not-so-silent Apocolypse
By nymphofairy on October 13th, 2010
Duffy didn’t know why the emo girl stared at him so much. It didn’t matter what he did, she still found interest in looking at him an awful lot. He shared three classes with her and everytime he turned to put something in his back pack or bend to tie his shoes, he would catch her looking at him. It drove him crazy, to tell the truth.

The Silver Brumby King
By maranatha on October 14th, 2010
Deep in the heart of the outback
where the golden eagles reside
The brumby herd runs fast and free
across the great divide

Where Have All The Women Gone Dude?
By Duff D Moss on October 13th, 2010
Duff wakes up to some sobering information after a wild night on the beach... My response to the Triond Forum writing challenge where something was to be written with the words "Duffy" and "Silent Apocalypse"

Australian Heatwave - The Silent Apocalypse
By irenen1 on October 14th, 2010
Heatwaves have plagued Austalia for milleniums. Are they increasing in frequency due to global warming or has media coverage put this silent apocalypse in the spotlight as the forerunner for taking human life?

Duffy and Silent Apocalypse
By cassandra antares on October 14th, 2010
Sweet as a day in June is Duffy
He is Fluffy
with his words like a dove
Bold, Solid Gold, sweet and sassy

Duffy's Treasure Hunt -- A Poem for Fun
By LCM Linda on October 17th, 2010
Silent Apocalypse was the book name.
No word found inside this gift. How to read?
Touch on the page started the game.
Minify with pull in was the book deed.

Computer and The Bunny When I Was Five, and The Apocalypse
By Bo Jack Russo on October 16th, 2010
Once, when I was five, I had a rabbit as a pet. The rabbit kept biting my finger so we had to get rid of it. There was something to do with a computer but I forgot that part.

Diabetes; The Silent Apocalypse
By Cebah on October 16th, 2010
Diabetes Mellitus is split into two types. Both types are a condition that occurs when the body is unable to utilise glucose properly. This can be due to the lack of the hormone insulin or because the body no longer uses available insulin effectively.

The Case of Duffy & The Kidnapped Baby Fegger
By FireEnhiro on October 15th, 2010
It was a rainy October night when you are called in to inspect a baby kidnapping. The house that you are going to belongs to the Hersheys; a wealthy family that lives in rich parts of the city. Upon knocking at the front door, a distraught maid greets you. “Thank Goodness you’re here, detective. As you might have known, our dear Fegger has been kidnapped. Come inside and I shall give you the details.”

Duffy The Vampire Speyer and The Silent Apocalypse
By Bruce Officer on October 17th, 2010
Duffy the Vampire Speyer almost meets his match in the form of the Four Tubbies of the Apocalypse.

Duffy and The Silent Apolcalypse
By Darla Smith on October 14th, 2010
Duffy is a very strange fellow,
yet his attitude is quite mellow.
He will help you any way he can,
for he is a very generous man.

For Duff
By miraj on October 18th, 2010
He has a rare gift,this fat young man
to bring laughter in the world
he won the heart of many
with the joy he unfurled.

No Way Out
By Rod Ferrandino on October 18th, 2010
High up in the Furnace range, above the rocky valley, and riding more quietly over the duffy pine needles, Johnson knew he needed to get the roan to water. He had stopped at Sweet Springs, where he had planned to rest, but tailings from the Garrapata Silver Mine had poisoned the spring, as evidenced by the bleached skulls scattered around the area. Some of the skulls looked decidedly human.

Celebrating Duff’s Challenge 30
By Katie Marie on October 13th, 2010
It was horrific!
Our eyes grew wide;
Our hearts beat wildly.
Then it came,

Duff’s 30th
By Fegger on October 17th, 2010
A scungy man stood tall, the dune,
A-lookin’ back o’Bourke;
Lyin’ doggo this afternoon,
With his Foster’s an’ salt pork.
A walkabout was more his wish,
Then feed his ball and chain:
“That chromo often smells o’fish,
And always must complain.”

He pondered sadly on that hill,
How his life had turned,
Drunken then, a one-night thrill,
New lessons he had learned.
She was pissed, and so was he,
She claimed she liked it rough,
Like billyo, mount-ed banshee,
An’ got her up the Duff.

“Crimey sakes,” he swallowed deeply,
“I can’t be bothered now,
To think of her is dilly,
That selfish, knockered cow!”
With this firmly exclamation
He set out on his way,
To walkabout frustration,
To wander far away.

Several hours then had passed,
And Fosters, pork now gone;
In his belly, full of gas,
No dunny, far from home.
He fingered ‘round his freckle,
‘Til whistles turned to weep;
Which made him pant and chuckle,
As he burrowed dark and deep.

“Crimey, ahh,” he moaned in pleasure,
“This’ll do the trick!
I’ll snag those rhoids o’buried treasure,
If I get myself a stick!
He dropped his daks atop his boots,
And waddled toward a bush,
Retrieved a dried-up thorny chute,
And shoved it up his tush.

Just then a Swagman did appear,
From where that stick was parked,
In overcoat, holding beer,
With a mask like Groucho Marx.
“Crimey! Who the hell are you?”
Said Duffy with a start.
“Bunyip or a dero true…
Ya’ nearly stopped my heart!”

The swagman looked him up and down,
And snickered at the sight,
“I’m lookin’ at a dinkum clown,
Whose arse is all uptight!”
He circled Duff with great detail,
Noted he’d cracked a fat,
His singed-up arse, direct impaled,
Then removed his dusty hat.

“We’ve met before,” began the man,
“You’ve got something that you stole,
About the time of potato and,
I think, the greasy pole.
I followed you to get it back,
And now’s the perfect time…”
Then showed his one-nut glowing sack,
Pointing, “here’s the crime!”

“Buggers, man! Ya’ bastard fegger,
Ya’ whacker, ‘ol one-nutty,
Ya’ sorry little begger,
Glowin’ in the nuddy!”
“I fail to see the humor, Duff,
I’m here to settle claims,
I think I’ve had just quite enough,
Of your silly little games!”

And then the bush erupted,
Feggers by the score,
Dancin’ ‘round the captured,
Screamin’ for the gore.
Then lined-up, all, one by one,
Lunging toward the victim,
On his nuts they swung and hung,
Scratched and clawed and bit him!

“Ha!” barked the Fegger loud,
“It’s finally time you know,
The way to stand out in a crowd,
Is havin’ balls that glow!”
Duff did wince, and Duff did howl,
With those furries on his donger.
Then twist it like the head of owls,
They started in a song (er):

“Silent Apocalypse, screams are comin’ from his lips,
Blood is splattered on his hips…Silent Apocalypse…
He knew the day would fin’ly come,
When his balls would be undone,
An we do this just for fun,
Silent Apocalypse!”

With that, the mob then disappeared,
As quick as they’d arrived,
The one remained, the one with beer,
And sat on Duff’s left side.
“Beer, mate?” the creature started,
Extending him a can.
Duff plucked the stick, and farted,
Then took one from his hand.

“Cheers, ya’ friggin’ bogan,
An thanks here for the coldie;
I’m still a dingo rotten,
And you’re a little shonky.
But mate, I must respect,
Ya’ left me still intact,
Old fella’s there, still erect,
Hey, wait, where’s my sack??!!”

The Fegger slightly snickered then,
And pointed there, beneath,
That where Duff’s nuts once had been,
Those feggers cut a crease.
“To steal a fegger’s glowin’ berry,
Is to steal his pride and joy;
Vengeance was then mine to carry,
You’re a Sheila and a boy!”

“Buggery, ya’ bastard, Shit!
If that ‘ain’t dinkum, true;
Now every time I piss, I’ll sit,
Like a Sheila has to do!
No worries, mate, I’ll get along,
Turnabout’s fair play;
I left ya’ with that bodgy clong,
Ya’ got me back today!”

“Think of this, nothing else,
And this will be enough;
Whenever you’re told to f*** yourself,
You’ll be able to pull it off!
So run back home, lose the wife,
Tell her that it’s done;
She’s obsolete with flick of the knife;
And start Challenge thirty-one!”

With this the two then parted,
To walkabouts their own.
In unison they farted…
Showing kinship far from home.

By Allistair Briggs on October 18th, 2010
A bampot radge duffy
ye hae gart it thes far
an' ye ur still kickin' an' screamin'.
thirty ay these a bampot challenges
an' mair tae come ah hiner.
ye jist keep it up ye a bampot duff
cheil an' keep shootin' it
frae th' roof taps
until a' fowk hears.
th' revolution starts wi' ye.
alas mah speakers ur currently aff
sae it is mair ay a silent apocalypse noo!

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