Quick story with these words in it?

[Orador223]

I'm not a good story writer, can someone help me write a story that has these words in it please? Thank you so much.

Gallant
Fray
Martial
Agile
Exile
Tedious
Eloquence
Fickle
Abhor
Amorous

I'm not really looking for you to write the entire story out, even though it would be nice, but start me off i guess?

[stlukesguild]

Now there's an example of true audacity. Add that word to your list as well.:sick:

[LitNetIsGreat]

What a strange (and somewhat optimistic) request?
:idea:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_ZajJd-1kY&feature=autoplay&list=AVGxdCwVVULXdywdrmcJiSjN_toeihAZZc&index=13&playnext=5


Marty was a low, down and dirty ol' fellow. He lived on nothing but jazz, jazz and coffee and the occasional puff of fine Cuban cigar. There was nothing gallant about Marty, no sir. He treated the broads as if they owed him a favour in life. Yeah, Marty was a low, dirty fellow alright, but he sure as hell knew all the best places in town and where to swing that's for sure.

He treated life with all the tediousness it deserved. His ex-wife was permanently at the analyst. She sent him the bill, but he didn't care one bit, not a jot, no sir not one bop-a-doo. You could find him sat in some corner of some bar, swinging back coffee like a hooker in exile, watching the rain as it came down on the windows outside and through them the eloquent and amorous tradition of the yellow cabs as they crawled by on 43rd street.

New York, that's jazz man...

Hey, screw that, I'm keeping this one...:p bop-a-doo...

[prendrelemick]

John frowned as he looked at the half completed crossword, so far he'd got, gallant, fray, martial.....

[MANICHAEAN]

"Tedious filth," exclaimed Percy. "I have seen some vile holes in East London. I've been in some places which I abhor. I'm not a particular chap, wasn't brought up to it - no, nor squeamish either, but this is a bit thicker than anything I've ever knocked up against. We shall never stand it out, Monty."

The older man turned over on his side. His voice contained elements of refinement and eloquence, the voice of a gentleman in exile. "My dear chap," he said, "I agree with you most heartily and without wishing to appear fickle, the place is filthy, the surroundings are repulsive, not to add degrading. Furthermore the society is not congenial - I allude of course to our hosts - and the amorous attentions of those unclothed, ladies of dusky complexion, which is, to say the least of it, embarrassing. I may, I presume, between ourselves, allude to you as one of the people. Refinement and luxury have never come in your way, far less have they become indispensable to you. You were, I believe, educated at a Board School, I was at Eton. Afterwards you were apprenticed to a harness-maker, I - but no matter! Let us summarise the situation."

"If that means cutting it short, for Heaven's sake do so," Percy grumbled. "You'll talk yourself into a fever. Let's know what you're driving at."

"Talking," the elder man remarked with a slight agile shrug of his shoulders, "will never have a prejudicial effect upon my health. To men of your - pardon me - scanty education the expression of ideas in speech is doubtless a labour. To me, on the other hand, it is at once a pleasure and a relief. What I was about to observe is this: I belong by birth to what are called, I believe, the classes, you to the masses. I have inherited gallant instincts which have been refined and cultivated, perhaps over-cultivated by breeding and associations - you are troubled with nothing of the sort."

Percy smiled very faintly, but said nothing. He was sitting cross-legged with his back against one of the poles which supported the open hut, with his eyes fixed upon the cloud of mist hanging over a distant swamp.

"Furthermore," Monty continued, "there arises the question of danger and physical suitability to the imminent martial fray we find ourselves facing. Contrast our two cases, my dear young friend. I am twenty-five years older than you, I have a weak heart, a ridiculous muscle, and the stamina of a rabbit. My fighting days are over. I can shoot straight, but shooting would only serve us here until our cartridges were gone - when the rush came a child could knock me over. You, on the contrary, have the constitution of an ox, the muscles of a bull, and the wind of an ostrich. You are, if you will pardon my saying so, a magnificent specimen of the animal man. In the event of trouble you would not hesitate to admit that your chances of escape would be at least double mine.”

Percy lit a match under pretence of lighting his pipe - in reality because only a few feet away he had seen a pair of bright eyes gleaming at them through a low shrub.

"Well, go ahead, Monty," Percy said. "Let's hear what you're driving at. What a gab you've got to be sure!"

Monty waved his hand. "Bravo, old cockie!" he said. "Didn't imagine you'd got the grit. You know I'm not the chap to be let down easy. We'll go through with it, then, and take all chances! It's my game right along. Every copper I've got went to pay the bearers here and I'm not anxious to start again as a pauper. We'll stay here till we get our concessions, or till they bury us, then! It's a go!"

"You're terribly keen on money-making for an old 'un," Percy remarked, after a lengthy pause. "What do you want to do with it?"

"To do with it!" The old man raised his head. "To do with it!" The gleam of reawakened desire lit up his face. He sat for a moment thinking. Then he laughed softly."I will tell you, Master Percy," he said, "I will tell you why I crave for wealth. You are a young and an ignorant man. Amongst other things you do not know what money will buy. You have your coarse pleasures I do not doubt, which seem sweet to you! Beyond them - what? A tasteless and barbaric display, a vulgar generosity, an ignorant and purposeless prodigality. How different it is with those who know! There are many things, my young friend, which I learned in my younger days, and amongst them was the knowledge of how to spend money. How to spend it, you understand It is an art, believe me! I mastered it, and, until the end came, it was magnificent. In London and Paris to-day to have wealth and to know how to spend it is to be the equal of princes. The salons of the beautiful fly open before you, great men will clamour for your friendship, all the sweetest triumphs which love can offer are yours. You stalk amongst a world of pygmies a veritable giant, the adored of women, the envied of men! You may be old - it matters not; ugly - you will be fooled into reckoning yourself an Adonis. Nobility is great, art is great, genius is great, but the key to the pleasure storehouse of the world is a key of gold. You are measuring life by its length, when its depth alone is of any import. I want no more than a year or two at the most, and I promise you, Master Percy, my most estimable young companion, that, during that year, I will live more than you in your whole lifetime. I will drink deep of pleasures which you know nothing of, I will be steeped in joys which you will never reach more nearly than the man who watches a change in the skies! To you, with boundless wealth, there will be depths of happiness which you will never probe, joys which, if you have the wit to see them at all, will be no more than a mirage to you."

A footstep fell softly upon the dry bush grass outside. Percy sprang at once into an attitude of rigid attention. His revolver, which for four days had been at full **** by his side, stole out and covered the approaching shadow stealing gradually nearer and nearer. The old man saw nothing, for he slept, worn out with excitement and exhaustion.

[MANICHAEAN]

WHOOPS. DUPLICATED!



"Tedious filth," exclaimed Percy. "I have seen some vile holes in East London. I've been in some places which I abhor. I'm not a particular chap, wasn't brought up to it - no, nor squeamish either, but this is a bit thicker than anything I've ever knocked up against. We shall never stand it out, Monty."

The older man turned over on his side. His voice contained elements of refinement and eloquence, the voice of a gentleman in exile. "My dear chap," he said, "I agree with you most heartily and without wishing to appear fickle, the place is filthy, the surroundings are repulsive, not to add degrading. Furthermore the society is not congenial - I allude of course to our hosts - and the amorous attentions of those unclothed, ladies of dusky complexion, which is, to say the least of it, embarrassing. I may, I presume, between ourselves, allude to you as one of the people. Refinement and luxury have never come in your way, far less have they become indispensable to you. You were, I believe, educated at a Board School, I was at Eton. Afterwards you were apprenticed to a harness-maker, I - but no matter! Let us summarise the situation."

"If that means cutting it short, for Heaven's sake do so," Percy grumbled. "You'll talk yourself into a fever. Let's know what you're driving at."

"Talking," the elder man remarked with a slight agile shrug of his shoulders, "will never have a prejudicial effect upon my health. To men of your - pardon me - scanty education the expression of ideas in speech is doubtless a labour. To me, on the other hand, it is at once a pleasure and a relief. What I was about to observe is this: I belong by birth to what are called, I believe, the classes, you to the masses. I have inherited gallant instincts which have been refined and cultivated, perhaps over-cultivated by breeding and associations - you are troubled with nothing of the sort."

Percy smiled very faintly, but said nothing. He was sitting cross-legged with his back against one of the poles which supported the open hut, with his eyes fixed upon the cloud of mist hanging over a distant swamp.

"Furthermore," Monty continued, "there arises the question of danger and physical suitability to the imminent martial fray we find ourselves facing. Contrast our two cases, my dear young friend. I am twenty-five years older than you, I have a weak heart, a ridiculous muscle, and the stamina of a rabbit. My fighting days are over. I can shoot straight, but shooting would only serve us here until our cartridges were gone - when the rush came a child could knock me over. You, on the contrary, have the constitution of an ox, the muscles of a bull, and the wind of an ostrich. You are, if you will pardon my saying so, a magnificent specimen of the animal man. In the event of trouble you would not hesitate to admit that your chances of escape would be at least double mine.”

Percy lit a match under pretence of lighting his pipe - in reality because only a few feet away he had seen a pair of bright eyes gleaming at them through a low shrub.

"Well, go ahead, Monty," Percy said. "Let's hear what you're driving at. What a gab you've got to be sure!"

Monty waved his hand. "Bravo, old cockie!" he said. "Didn't imagine you'd got the grit. You know I'm not the chap to be let down easy. We'll go through with it, then, and take all chances! It's my game right along. Every copper I've got went to pay the bearers here and I'm not anxious to start again as a pauper. We'll stay here till we get our concessions, or till they bury us, then! It's a go!"

"You're terribly keen on money-making for an old 'un," Percy remarked, after a lengthy pause. "What do you want to do with it?"

"To do with it!" The old man raised his head. "To do with it!" The gleam of reawakened desire lit up his face. He sat for a moment thinking. Then he laughed softly."I will tell you, Master Percy," he said, "I will tell you why I crave for wealth. You are a young and an ignorant man. Amongst other things you do not know what money will buy. You have your coarse pleasures I do not doubt, which seem sweet to you! Beyond them - what? A tasteless and barbaric display, a vulgar generosity, an ignorant and purposeless prodigality. How different it is with those who know! There are many things, my young friend, which I learned in my younger days, and amongst them was the knowledge of how to spend money. How to spend it, you understand It is an art, believe me! I mastered it, and, until the end came, it was magnificent. In London and Paris to-day to have wealth and to know how to spend it is to be the equal of princes. The salons of the beautiful fly open before you, great men will clamour for your friendship, all the sweetest triumphs which love can offer are yours. You stalk amongst a world of pygmies a veritable giant, the adored of women, the envied of men! You may be old - it matters not; ugly - you will be fooled into reckoning yourself an Adonis. Nobility is great, art is great, genius is great, but the key to the pleasure storehouse of the world is a key of gold. You are measuring life by its length, when its depth alone is of any import. I want no more than a year or two at the most, and I promise you, Master Percy, my most estimable young companion, that, during that year, I will live more than you in your whole lifetime. I will drink deep of pleasures which you know nothing of, I will be steeped in joys which you will never reach more nearly than the man who watches a change in the skies! To you, with boundless wealth, there will be depths of happiness which you will never probe, joys which, if you have the wit to see them at all, will be no more than a mirage to you."

A footstep fell softly upon the dry bush grass outside. Percy sprang at once into an attitude of rigid attention. His revolver, which for four days had been at full **** by his side, stole out and covered the approaching shadow stealing gradually nearer and nearer. The old man saw nothing, for he slept, worn out with excitement and exhaustion.