Saturday Wordzzle # 16

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, both or a megawordzzle using all the words, or even all three, it's up to you, you can post them on your blog or email them to Raven. If you join in go to Raven's and put your name on the Mr. Linky so other participants can come visit you.

Here are my efforts - complete with my doodles.

This Week's Ten Word Challenge is: spaghetti, larkspur, Prilosec, roaring lion, adamant, green green grass of home, paradox, filibuster, face cream, trout fishing

The spaghetti bolognaise was delicious but Judy knew she would be taking Prilosec later for the heartburn it caused. She suffered dreadfully from heartburn, it was like a roaring lion sometimes but she was adamant she wouldn’t give up her favourite foods. Walking through the patio doors into her garden she thought how beautiful it was and stood awhile to admire the larkspur before settling down with her book. She was just about to open the book about trout fishing, a sedate sport, which had been written by a filibuster (a paradox if ever there was one), when she remembered she’d forgotten to put on her face cream that morning. Rising from her chair she tripped and tumbled face down onto the green, green grass of home, where she lay unconscious until her husband returned an hour later. Luckily she had suffered no more than a dirty face.


And for the Mini Challenge: jury of ones peers, barking dog, a wing and a prayer, liver, sprained ankle

Tossing a piece of liver to the barking dog the burglar jumped from the wall, landing on a wing and prayer, sustaining a sprained ankle in the process. He wasn’t surprised to hear “Hallo, hallo, hallo, what have we here then?” from the policeman standing over him, “you’re nicked and can expect to face a ‘jury of ones peers’ in due course matey!” “Oh bollocks” said the burglar.

Megawordzzle

Captain Jack was a filibuster of the first order, famous on the high seas and feared for his ruthlessness, but only by his enemies. Jack started his career on the sea as a cabin boy with the navy but was treated badly by the captain and crew of his ship, he was adamant that one day he would have a ship of his own vowing that he would rule the seven seas, but his men wouldn’t suffer as he had. A gambling debt secured his ship for him complete with crew, who had not welcomed a change of leader until they realised that he was only a roaring lion when faced with an enemy. Jack kept his promise to himself and became a legend, his men loved him and he was famous. Jack looked at Maria, his wife of many years, she was as beautiful now as the day he had rescued her from the clutches of the infamous Blackbeard. She had been kept prisoner and cruelly used by Blackbeard, so was expecting more of the same treatment from her ‘rescuer’. Jack. However, Jack was enamoured of Maria, he went to great lengths to make her comfortable, was kind and respectful of her and she came to love him so much that when given the opportunity to go home she refused, electing to stay with Jack. Staring at Maria through the mirror he picked up the face cream and handed it to her, whilst standing behind her brushing her flame coloured hair tenderly. His enemies would not believe he was capable of such tenderness it was such a contradiction to his fierce reputation. He’d had many adventures over the years, often escaping on a wing and a prayer, but he’d enjoyed the excitement and the loyalty of his men. His health was deteriorating now, he suffered from heartburn amongst other things, which thankfully was kept under control by a concoction made primarily from larkspur, not exactly Prilosec but it did the job. Years of hard drinking had taken its toll on his liver and the sprained ankle he’d acquired on his last escapade was still giving him jip months later. After years of adventures Jack had a yearning to return to his homeland, wanting to see the rolling hills and green, green, grass of home and get back to trout fishing and the sound of a barking dog in the yard. His swashbuckling life had been a grand one but he was ready to settle down, with Maria of course, have children and live a normal life. Of course it wouldn’t be easy, if he returned home he would undoubtedly be arrested and would have to face trial which meant judgement being passed by ‘a jury of ones peers’. He knew it was never going to happen – tried for piracy and a normal life – a total paradox. Though his homeland is what he craved he knew it was impossible, so he would settle for second best, the villa he and Maria had built on the little island they’d discovered in the Mediterranean, where they would live out the rest of their lives eating spaghetti whilst watching the sun go down on day after perfect day. Who said crime doesn’t pay?