Write me a short story using these words: affluent, civility, dispatch, garner, deft, embroil, blandishments, chasten

Answer 1

Creeping, icy cold seeped deftly beneath my cloak. My mind embroiled in matters out of my control, I pressed on through the once affluent neighborhood. The war had raged bitterly for thirteen minutes on New Year's Eve 2021. Those of us left behind lived in small tribes scrambling to make ends meet.

I was an envoy, dispatched with a message, carrying much urgency, to our brother tribe, chastening them for their recent behavior. A fort night ago, had been the blood moon festival. The tribes had all come together to barter goods, share a good meal, and dance upon the last green grass of Autumn. This tribe had forsworn agreed upon civility and brought liquor and tobacco. As the night wore on, they became more and more raucous. The innocence of the night marred by their indulgence and crude choices.

As I neared the tribal encampment, I was shocked! The gates hung askew and trash was cradled like beloved infants by the ever present dust devils. The place was in utter disrepair. Walking through the entrance, my eyes caught several heaps upon the wooden walk-ways and in doorways. Gasping in dread, I crept to the nearest one and hesitantly bent down. A loud blast from his nether region and the stench of booze made me jump back. Had they lost all civility? They were lying about inebriated and their children were haunting the corners of the buildings.

Boiling with anger, I nearly kicked the tribal leader's leg! But no, that wouldn't due to lose myself as our long ago ancestors had. I withheld my indignation and briskly shook the man awake with bitterly pronounced blandishments. Handing him my missive, I stood to leave. My eyes continued to garner information as I strode back toward the once, proud gates of the encampment. Shaking my head, I knew that my report would be regarded darkly by the tribal council.

Answer 2

At the Park

Bobby opened one eye and quickly closed it squinting and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He then slowly opened the other eye knowing that the brightness would hurt. After a few minutes and opening the other eye, Bobby deftly jumped up onto the bench that had recently been his bed. Bobby looked around and smiled. He liked sleeping in this affluent neighborhood. The bench was pretty much hidden by some well groomed and full bushes. It was also a lot warmer here, so with a nod Bobby decided this would be where he would hang his hat. He let out a little laugh, and thought even without a hat this would be home for as long as possible. As long as Bobby acted with civility in the area, by taking his toiletries elsewhere, people might not chasten his use of that bench and thus dispatch him to another side of town. With a wide stretch and a yawn, and a rumble from his stomach, Bobby decided it was time to go garner some breakfast. Bobby started out mentally preparing his blandishments for the lady down the street in the grey house. Gathering his minuscule possessions two voices came into ears range. Bobby could recognize two men. They were embroiled in a heated conversation about what one had done to another. Bobby quickly gathered his things and sneaked out the other side. Bobby decided that maybe this area was not as welcoming as he thought. Reconsidering, Bobby decided to take his hat and find a new home to hang it.   

Answer 3

A small field mouse affluent in the written ways of the cat sat atop his acorn throne issuing orders to his brethren.

"Dispatch the earthworms."

But there was one subject that just stared at the ruler garnering chasten thoughts within the ruler's mind. The subject walked up to the ruler and placed his hands on his ears. Right then the ruler remembered he was a deft subject. Therefore the ruler expressed civility and improved his blandishments in his following words to portray his message to his deft subject that war was at hands with the ladybugs. The deft mouse squeaked and ran to the embroilment with the ladybugs.