Saturday Wordzzle # 8

The idea is, every week Raven (View From A Raven's Nest) gives you between 8 and 10 words/phrases and you have to create a small but coherent paragraph using every one of them and the same with the mini challenge. You can do either or both it's up to you, and you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven.

This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: galaxy, delta, redecorate, dearth, offshoot, Uthar Pendragon, cordial, gingerbread, foretold, bonnet

Here's my Ten word one:

Jane sat in the garden reading her library book about Uthar Pendragon, wearing her bonnet to shield her eyes from the sun. She had a few days off from work after setting up an offshoot company from her husband’s window blind company. Settled in her garden chair, with a bar of Galaxy chocolate and some gingerbread by her side, she tried not to think about what she should be doing. The aim of having some time off work had been to redecorate the dining room, but as the weather was unseasonably warm she decided to take advantage of it. Delta, her daughter, was calling round later with her new boyfriend Charles, who was a very cordial young man, this pleased Jane greatly as there seemed to be a dearth of nice young these days. When they arrived Jane barely had time to sit them down before they announced to her that they were to become engaged. Jane laughed out loud at the news and told them “I could have foretold that, you are a perfect match!”

And for the Mini Challenge: palliate, functionality, jungle, brass, asphyxiate

Here's mine:

Chris hated being a part of the human jungle, the daily journey to the city was beginning to asphyxiate him. He didn’t see the point, didn’t understand the functionality of what he was doing anymore. The ‘brass’ were a waste of space being palliate when dealing with problems, he’d had enough. “I quit!” he told his boss and walked out with a spring in his step and a smile on his face.

And I did a Megawordzzle using all 15 words:

Uthar Pendragon was from a different galaxy, or so it seemed to his co-workers because he wore a bonnet to cover his red hair, drank cordial and ate gingerbread. He was a little strange, but then he had lived in the jungle for a few years around the Orinoco Delta, until deciding to return to ‘civilisation’, as he put it. No-one really knew him or what he’d been doing for the last five years, he kept himself to himself. He had enjoyed his time living with the natives, who had welcomed him as a God when he’d arrived in a canoe, and he had taken to the role of top brass like a duck to water. He’d been educated at Oxbridge and blinded the natives with science, like when he foretold the next lunar eclipse and explained the functionality of intricate drainage system he helped them build away from the main camp. He lived a life of luxury, well as luxurious as you can get in the jungle, having a hut built for him right next to the tribe’s Chief and someone assigned to generally look after him. Things were just perfect until the Chief brought in a new wife from a neighbouring village, a beautiful young girl called Myani, who literally took Uthar’s breath away as soon as he set eyes on her and the feeling was mutual. There was a dearth of beautiful females in the jungle, all the women seemed to be ugly, which was why Uthar hadn’t taken a wife yet, though the natives had urged him to. At first Uthar tried to keep out of her way, he didn’t want to get involved with her because she was married to the chief, but she was friendly and she was fascinated with his red hair. She visited him frequently and helped him redecorate his hut, bringing fripperies to give it that female touch. He learned that she belonged to an offshoot of the chief’s family and that she hadn’t wanted to leave her home and was desperate to escape. Uthar and Myani became secret lovers and were almost caught out on numerous occasions, but Uthar’s palliate excuses smoothed things over. The Chief was cruel to Myani, she endured beatings and one time he even tried to asphyxiate her, she was saved only by Uthar’s sudden appearance at the Chief’s hut. That was the last straw, Uthar hatched a plan to leave the village and Myani agreed to go with him. He told Myani to tell the Chief she was visiting her family and he would pick her up downriver in a canoe. The plan worked perfectly and they were soon on a plane back to Blighty. They built a new life for themselves in, Uthar picking up where he left off at the bank and Myani keeping house and looking after their two children. Of course neither could ever return to the village but that was a price they were both happy to pay.