Come, Let Us Write Together

Here are the rules:

I provide three random words. You write anything, incorporating those three words. Then post a link to your work (wherever you post your story) in the comments section.

The three words are: penthouse, minnow, bridge

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Paul sat on the arch of of the bridge, his feet dangling. He thought of his past life, how he had taken for granted the ease, the abundance, the people. He had been a wealthy man. A man of means, respected and envied. Paul once owned a penthouse, cars, a yacht. Yet now, as he stared out at the murky waters, he wondered where he might lay his head tonight. This river called to him, its current beckoned him. He knew what he must do. Paul rose to his feet, uttered a quick prayer, and cast his line. The little minnow on the other end disappeared beneath the surface. "Come on, baby, you can do this," Paul called to the universe. It would take a miracle, but he was going to eat tonight.

Come, Let Us Write Together

Here are the rules:

I provide three random words. You write anything, incorporating those three words. Then post a link to your work (wherever you post your story) in the comments section.

The three words are: nostril, rooster, cannon

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He pinched the bridge of his nose, squinted, and tried to think through the pain. Was it another sinus infection? It would be the third one this year, and he was tired of the migraines. This condition was starting to interfere with his life. Wasn't that a sign of a serious problem? He could feel a sneeze coming on and uttered a silent prayer. The snoring, the infections, the migraines; how could he get some relief? The tickle started in his nostril. Then he could feel his eyes start to itch and water. He opened his mouth in a half yawn, and sneezed loudly. The rooster was propelled out of his nose like a cannon shot. Almost immediately the headache began to disappear, and he was breathing easier. As a giant, he thought he should try to learn how to deal with this kind of thing, but the truth was, he probably needed to address the snoring. Preventative measures would pay in the long run. It was such a relief to find out it wasn't the bird flu.
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Yikes. Thank goodness it's just a writing exercise to get the juices flowing! lol