Welcome to Three Word Wednesday.
Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn't have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.
Leave a comment if you participate.
This week's words are:
By no one's definition would Philip be considered "typical." In thirty-one years, he had been on exactly three dates, only one of which his mother had not chauffeured. Women have a way of making themselves scarce when you are a Scrabble aficionado.
In lieu of a social life, Philip read the dictionary. And recently, using money he had saved working at Radio Shack and despite his mother's best objections, he had his bathroom redone in custom-made Scrabble tile.
But none of that mattered now. And yet, all of it did. Everything he had worked for, the thousands of hours spent playing Scrabble online, came down to the next five minutes. Here he was, one on one, for the Greater Ridgefield Scrabble Championship, sponsored by the West Jefferson Convalescent Center.
"Seventeen," his opponent announced his score from across the table and started Philip's timer.
With only three tiles left in the bag, Philip now trailed by eight points. As he looked up to examine this most recent play, he saw a glaring, fatal mistake. His opponent had left an S open in the bottom left corner of the board!
Philip scanned the letters in his rack. A-O-U-C-T-T-S. Skilled fingers deftly and continually rearranged the tiles, as he spelled out possible combinations in his head. C-U-T... A-C-T-S... C-O-A-T-S... O-U-T.. And then, he had it! OUTCASTS! He played the word down the left side of the board. A bingo and triple word score! Eighty-nine points!
Game over. Suck on that, beyotch!
"Down the aisle with someone else you're walking. Those wedding bells will never ring for me..."