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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2024 by Walter Reimer
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eocostello
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marmelmm
Prompt: words
“Please tell us in your own words, sir, what happened,” the officer said.
The other officer glared at the first as the victim started crying again. “What’d I say?” the first officer asked.
“’In his own words?’ Really? You expect him to reply, ‘Niknat flargle quordle floo?’”
“Oh. Sorry,” he said to the victim, who was blowing his nose.
The victim sagged back against the piled pillows and said, “I . . . I was walking along, not bothering anyone, when he darted out, pulled me into the alley, and beat me up.” He shuddered at the recollection.
“Did you get a good look at him?” the second officer asked.
The victim nodded. “It . . . it was English,” he managed to say.
“English, hey? He’s at it again. Did he take anything?”
The victim nodded. “He took tsunami, honcho, a-and tycoon.” Japanese began weeping again. He looked like he was taking it harder than French did after bistro was taken from him. It was probably because French had taken it from Russian.
No honor among thieves.
The two members of the Grammar Police stepped away from the language. English had struck again, but they’d catch him and put him away again.
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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2024 by Walter Reimer
Idea by
eocostelloThumbnail art by
marmelmmPrompt: words
“Please tell us in your own words, sir, what happened,” the officer said.
The other officer glared at the first as the victim started crying again. “What’d I say?” the first officer asked.
“’In his own words?’ Really? You expect him to reply, ‘Niknat flargle quordle floo?’”
“Oh. Sorry,” he said to the victim, who was blowing his nose.
The victim sagged back against the piled pillows and said, “I . . . I was walking along, not bothering anyone, when he darted out, pulled me into the alley, and beat me up.” He shuddered at the recollection.
“Did you get a good look at him?” the second officer asked.
The victim nodded. “It . . . it was English,” he managed to say.
“English, hey? He’s at it again. Did he take anything?”
The victim nodded. “He took tsunami, honcho, a-and tycoon.” Japanese began weeping again. He looked like he was taking it harder than French did after bistro was taken from him. It was probably because French had taken it from Russian.
No honor among thieves.
The two members of the Grammar Police stepped away from the language. English had struck again, but they’d catch him and put him away again.
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
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Yeah, I just set one up for myself.
The actual quote from James Nicoll is: “The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.”
The actual quote from James Nicoll is: “The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.”
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