HCA: Hermit Crab Association

First off, no this topic is not about guns, sorry. What it is about is that I'm in a complete creative bog. I'm runnin' into walls. If someone could be kind enough to give me a "trigger" word or character, that'd be awesome. Basically what it is, I just need a random word or the name of a character so I can at least write a paragraph. I'll work the word or character into a story of some sort and hopefully it'll help pull me out of this swamp I've run right into. Anyways, thanks if someone could help me out.

KC, I am not really a creative writer, so I don't really know about this stuff, but if all you need is a random word, or name I can throw some out there. How about "drive" it could be an automobile, or someone's "drive" to do something, or like driving a nail, or screw, etc. A very versitile word, I think. And a name, like a person's name like Ashley, or a character like Smurfette? If you need something different, just holler!

"Cold eyes watched her from afar...." "At least the car is in one piece. Shame about the suit..."*shrugs* Just some of my mind. Hope it helps.

fart booger butt eyeballsThose are Zen's contributions.How about livid, trepidation, picnic, mousy, arrogant, rebel, revel, slushy, warrant, falling, buzz, carbuncle, BBQ, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, How do I love thee? Let me count the ways?A few of those I might have "borrowed" from somewhere?How's it going?

Well, like the saying goes: "Good writers borrow from other writers, great writers steal outright." Something to that effect, anyways. Again, thank you. (That It was the best of times, it was the worst of times is catchy, by the way )

Supercalifragilisticespialidocious?

It was a dark and stormy night...*glances around* Zetheniah Dzobrewski. How's that for a character name?

The wombat was back again, but this time Roderick was ready for it.

Hey, lets make up our on story. Since "It was a dark and stormy night..." is such a great an original beginning we'll start with that. REad? Go.It was a dark and stormy night. The wombat was back again, but this time Roderick was ready for it. Completely naked and covered in coconut oil he stood on an upturned trash can with cotton candy in one hand and battered pinata in the other.Next person has to write the next sentence. Notice the use of a pinata--not only does that relate to history and traditions here at clicks but it adds a bit of culture. Nice touch.

Unbeknownst to the brave and upstanding Roderick, his one true love, Zetheniah Dzobrewski walked slowly toward the altar. She wished fervently for her Roderick to appear and save her from a horrible marriage arranged by her father. She'd sent word of her impending nuptials earlier that day, depending on the ever reliable grapevine to deliver her message to her one true love in time for him to stage a dashing rescue.

If only he weren't a llama she thought wistfully of her groom. Zetheniah sighed and took another unwilling step towards the alter. At that moment, there was a loud crash from behind. Everyone turned to see, Zetheniah hoping against all hopes that it was her beloved. Unfortunately, it was just her father, who had insisted on wearing roller skates ever since the "incident", tripping yet again. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered to bid farewell to the dearly departed." Someone then leaned over and quietly corrected the somewhat elderly minister. Just at that moment, another loud crash thundered through the sanctuary. This time it was through one of the large windows. A band of chimpanzees on motorcycles came tearing through. "They're back!" Someone yelled amongst the screams.

Filbert menacingly rubbed his elegant but filthy hands together. He was not going to let Zetheniah have a chance to get out of their "agreement". He would not let her find excuses to avoid being his bride. He had big plans for the honeymoon that involved a very melodramatic scheme which in itself involved rope and a train track with an impending train. So cunningly, he grabbed Zetheniah's arm and stole away with the minister to his private chambers while crazed chimps circled their guests in the sanctuary.

"Why, for the sake of all that's good, is my father arranging a marriage in this day and age, and why am I going along with it?" Zentheniah bellowed as she was being dragged along. It then occured to her that she had taken self defense classes a year ago, and perhaps now might be an opportune time to put them to good use. And so she did, stomping on his foot while dropping an elbow into his side as quickly as she could. Filbert yelped in pain, and dropped her arm. Zentheniah kicked him one last time, blew a raspberry and went quickly back into the sanctuary. She was about to take off, when she decided she had a conscience after all, and thought she'd better formulate a plan to free the guests-even though they had been a part of this insane and arcane ceremony in the first place.

Roderick crouched warily atop his trash can, watching the wombat thru slitted eyes. "This is silly," he thought, "why am I squinching my eyes half shut when I can see much better with them wide open?" But he had no more time to ponder the question as the wombat, crazed beyond endurance by the tantalizing smell of the cotton candy in his left hand charged, chittering madly.Roderick toppled backwards off his perch, swinging the pinata in a wild attempt to deflect the oncoming beast, but luckily (for him, not the wombat) missed, smashing the brightly colored toy against the wall, showering them both with confetti, cheap toys, and more candy than Roderick had seen before.

Roderick was in a real pickle. He had to choose whether to stomp the wombat or get all the best candy before the neighborhood kids came a-running. While he was about to reach for a handful of jawbreakers his conscience seemed to be harassing him about something. Something to do with a wedding. "Oh well," he sighed and stuffed his pockets. He need not worry about the children. They wanted to pet the wombat. Meanwhile back in the church, Zetheniah liberated a motorcycle for herself and began chasing chimps.On a personal note, when I was in high school my friends and insisted the lyrics to a Pearl Jam song were "stomp the wombat". I'm glad I finally got to use that in something.