42 Words #2

Ho, ho, ho, Christmas is approaching and I have one number up my sleeve thanks to the delightful Sadje who nominated number 2 but before we trek off for a squizz on the topic for this week, let’s first see where idyllic Charles’ 15 led us.

Ramya from My Musings

Dave from MMA Storytime

Larry from Eastelmhurst.a.go.go

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Well there was an interesting variety of takes on the theme of idols which just goes to show that we’re all very creative people which might be a good thing given this week’s theme.  Now first of all I don’t want anyone to be disheartened for though at first glance it might seem a little perturbing once you really consider the options you’ll see it ain’t that frightening after all.

(I mean we’re all hanging out for a burgler in a red suit riding a sleigh pulled by reindeer to break into our houses)  So this week’s theme is the awe inspiring…

APOCALYPTIC

So good old google states that the definition of APOCALYPTIC is

• describing or prophesying the complete destruction of the world
• momentous or catastrophic
• of or resembling the biblical Apocalypse

So let’s go big or go home, build me an event, a moment, a calamity of siesmic proportions, or a siesmic as you can achieve in 42 words anyway.

Now before I go I just want to point out the purpose of the grid below.  Each number represents a theme and if you select one we continue on for another week.  Now I’ve been pretty average this year but I’m pretty sure that I still deserve a Christmas present and someone will pick me a number and make me smile and I’m determined to be tough.  No number chosen, no 42 words next week. PS – Dave you’ll love 31.

It’s up to you now folks.

GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	6	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
GONE	16	GONE	GONE	19	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	25	GONE	GONE	GONE
29	30	31	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
36	GONE	GONE	39	GONE	GONE	GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

When she promised heaven, she delivered hell.

The silence from the kitchen didn’t bode well.

Grandma disappeared ages ago.

The smoke was worrying.

No one really wanted to know.

The scent finally made Grandpa move.

He went with all speed.

Grandma’s expression when she returned.

Apocalyptic, they all agreed.

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