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: prenomial, inexplicable, tangerine, masks, chocolate cake, panorama, librarian, Stonehenge, meek, florid.
Tarquin stared at the librarian who was busy peeling a tangerine. “Can I help you?” she enquired. “Where can I find books on Stonehenge?” he asked. “All the books on Stonehenge are out at the moment, if you give me your name and number we’ll give you a call when they’re back” she offered. “Thank you, it’s Sir Tarquin Farquarharson” he said. “Very well Mr Farquarharson….” “No, it’s Sir” said Tarquin insisting on the prenomial title. “Oh sorry Sir Tarquin” replied the woman pretending to be meek when she really had the inexplicable urge to smack his face. Suddenly she remembered that she had seen him on the television programme ‘Panorama’ talking about the book he had written about African Tribal Masks. She had bought the book for the library and glanced through it but had found his style of writing very florid. “I will get in touch with you as soon as the books come back” she assured him before turning to the piece of chocolate cake and cup of coffee her colleague had just placed on her desk. “Silly old fart” she muttered as Sir Tarquin walked away.
And for the Mini Challenge: vituperative, bunny rabbit, house warming, sanitation, triangular
If Charlotte heard one more vituperative remark about her wearing a bunny rabbit costume to her cousin’s house warming party she would scream. She was sure her cousin had told her it was a fancy dress do. Making her way out into the triangular shaped garden she was glad of the fresh air, there was an awful stink in the house, something to do with the sanitation no doubt. Taking out her mobile phone she dialled for a taxi to take her home – she’d had enough, they didn’t know what they were missing because she had intended stripping off the bunny outfit to reveal a sexy belly dancing costume!
Ms Agnes Cathcart (she insisted on the prenomial Ms, as opposed to Miss) was taking a well earned break from her job as a librarian and was determined to enjoy herself. She had recently moved house and it was in need of decorating but she had no intention of spending her break from work beautifying her home, oh no that would be done at weekends, this holiday she was spending in Greece. She had packed her case, taken her bunny rabbit to her sisters for the week, primped and preened herself with leg waxing and face masks in readiness for her trip. This was to be her very first trip abroad, she’d seen the film Shirley Valentine and she was secretly hoping for a similar outcome to her trip. Her colleagues had made some vituperative remarks about her being taken in by some Greek waiter who only wanted a meal ticket but she didn’t let them get to her. She was branching out, she had seen most of the sights Britain had to offer like Stonehenge, it was time to shake off the meek cloak she had been wearing for years and throw caution to the wind. Arriving in the sleepy little village Agnes surveyed the beautiful panorama of the olive groves, which were the backdrop for the village and the long stretch of sand leading down to the azure water dotted with fishing boats. She unpacked her case and was pleased to note that the sanitation in the pension was at least adequate, though she was somewhat surprised at the triangular shape of her room. There was a pool nearby which residents of the pension were allowed to use but after spotting the number of ‘barbie dolls’ with their tangerine tans lounging round it, she decided that the beach was a better option. Three days into the holiday Agnes found herself on Captain Costa’s boat heading out to visit other islands in the vicinity on an organised trip. Captain Costa was jolly fellow with a florid complexion and a twinkle in his eye. Of course because Agnes was alone he made a beeline for her at every opportunity but Agnes was only interested in Petros the Adonis who helped run the boat. Petros was no boy, he was probably about the same age as Agnes (35 ish), but he had a well toned, tanned body and handsome features. Agnes watched him, behind her large sunglasses, rushing about the boat serving drinks and following orders from the Captain, she daydreamed about a romance with him, she was sure he was watching her. When they dropped anchor at a secluded bay Agnes watched as people dived into the water laughing whilst she sat alone, she had never learned to swim. Suddenly she had an inexplicable urge to cry but before the tears sprang to her eyes she was aware of a glass of wine suddenly being thrust into her hand. Looking up she was surprised to find herself staring into the warm, brown eyes of Captain Costa who proffered a plate containing a piece of chocolate cake and proceeded, in passable English, to tell her all about his wife and eight children. Oh well, a girl could dream, Agnes thought, perhaps she should have a house warming party when she got back home.