Monday Mixer - The Eyes Have It

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This week's writing challenge from Monday Mixer #28 ( The Latinum Vault ) Note: Original link no longer works

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A slightly risqué Monday Mixer...

Here are the choices for the location, thing & adjective (my choices in red):

Things:       1) slew              
              2) exemplar         
              3) decolletage

Verbs:        1) typify           
              2) debilitate 
              3) ensorcell

Adjectives:   1) prodigal
              2) fractious 
              3) vainglorious

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The Eyes Have It

     Miranda had a slew of learned skills at which she could pass herself off as an exemplar, but preferred instead to apply her natural assets via a scandalous decolletage to ensorcell her male rivals. Heads turned as she walked into the meeting room, her dress much more revealing than one that would typify traditional business attire, but there were no complaints. Certain of the outcome, she tried to hide the grin on her face as she took her seat at the table and pulled the revised contracts from her briefcase. As she sat across from Mr. Oldham, the chief financial officer, she couldn't resist one final vainglorious attempt to put him in his place and establish a superior position before the bargaining began.
     "My face is up here, Mr. Oldham."
     "Thanks," he replied. "Being blind, I'm never quite sure where I'm looking."
     It would be a long and difficult negotiation.

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Image "Sexy Breast" by adamr / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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Monday Mixer - Recipe For Disaster

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This week's writing challenge from Monday Mixer ( The Latinum Vault ) Note: Original link no longer works

 Update: I got an honorable mention for this one! 

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All spaced out on this week's Monday Mixer...

Here are the choices for the location, thing & adjective (my choices in red):

Things:       1) flux       2) luminary   3) compendium

Verbs:        1) predicate  2) actuate    3) chirrup

Adjectives:   1) slapdash   2) gustatory  3) ethereal

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Recipe For Disaster

     With the political and military boundaries of the outer worlds being in a state of flux, and communication among them intermittent at best, the Ogamites predicated the slapdash ceremony for the exalted luminary from Aurealius upon a compendium of formalities and rituals known of its sister planet in a neighboring star system. There was a chirrup from the crowd as the guest made her way down the stairs into the main greeting hall, looking ethereal as she glided over the steps with all four feet, and smiles were on at least one of the Ogamite's mouths as they welcomed her. There were great hopes for an end to hostilities. Everything was going well as she joined the dignitaries in an offering of gustatory delicacies, but when presented with a platter of boiled traglung tentacles, indignantly informed them this was very insult that had started the war nearly five generations ago.

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Image "Fried Squids" by rakratchada torsap / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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Monday Mixer - Overkill

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This week's writing challenge from Monday Mixer ( The Latinum Vault ) Note: Original link no longer works

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Back at the Monday Mixer again... #24, I believe.

Here are the choices for the location, thing & adjective (my choices in red):

Things:     1) kludge      2) gamut     3) postern
Verbs:      1) ululate     2) bruit     3) spraddle
Adjectives: 1) copacetic   2) tremulous 3) obstreperous

Just a little silly science fiction! And, yes, I know I said I wasn't going to kill anyone in my third straight posting, but, hey, things just seem to happen that way. What can I say? 

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Overkill

     The entire apparatus was a kludge of mismatched parts, running the gamut from electrostatic ion generators to plasma channeling coils to something Nortrok couldn't even identify, but Chief Engineer Xilanx assured him this was the only instrument capable of destroying the enemy's immense starship. Once the device had initialized, those manning it began to ululate as the weapon hummed, and despite concerns bruited about of how the intense magnetic fields might kill them before they could attack, none left their post. 
     As the ship appeared overhead, Xilanx nodded that all was copacetic, and shouted out the order to fire. Once the blast subsided, nothing remained of the vessel but a quintillion quantum particles trying to reassemble themselves within the nebulous haze obscuring a silvery crescent moon.
     After staring at the sky for a moment, Nortrok turned to Xilanx, and in a tremulous voice asked, "Wasn't there a full moon tonight?"

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Modified image "Darkness Of Apocalyptic" courtesy of "prozac1"/ FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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