Saturday Wordzzle # 18

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: solitaire, pathological, grackles, alternative life style, manifest destiny, polarization, ugly duckling, folding chairs, flibberty-gibbet, hand grenade
Dr Frank Enstien perused the pathological casebook on his desk thinking it had been his manifest destiny to become a doctor, he was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps. Besides being a doctor his father was an expert in the physics of Polarization but he had been killed by a hand grenade during the war so had been unable to pass his knowledge on the subject on to Frank. Whilst Frank found his job boring, his alternative life style was anything but. He was a big time gambler on the game Solitaire, which he played online under the user name Grackles. It was this pastime that led to him meeting Moira, another solitaire fan. He thought at first she might be a bit of an ugly duckling or flibberty-gibbet when she disclosed she worked in a factory making folding chairs, however he arranged to meet her and found to his delight that she was in fact gorgeous, clever and witty. Unfortunately he didn’t know she was in fact a spy working for a government that thought Frank could be of some use to them.


And for the Mini Challenge: marathon, the butler did it, curtain, hand cream, flatulence

Jake had done really well getting people to sponsor him for the marathon. He and Sam had decided to dress up for the race, himself as the incredible hulk, Sam as a butler. They went to a fancy dress hire shop nearby where they were greeted by a rather attractive young woman, who appeared from behind a curtain at the back of the shop rubbing hand cream into her hands. It was while they were trying on their costumes that Sam got an attack of flatulence, much to Jake’s embarrassment, and as the young woman looked at them disgustedly Jake said quickly “The butler did it!”

Megawordzzle

Solitaire was no flibberty-gibbet she was a highly trained agent who had been sent into the area to collect information after the polarization of the people, which had resulted in the troubles which were now rife in the city. Beautiful and dangerous was how some of her colleagues described her, certainly she had blossomed from the ugly duckling she had been at school. Others thought she was a pathological maniac after the way she had calously tossed a hand grenade into a car full of soldiers who had cornered her after a hair-raising chase a couple of years ago in Mozambique. Solitaire slipped easily into the alternative life style of a reporter and her press card gained her entrance to the places she needed to be. She had wangled an invitation to dinner at the Embassy and was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, whilst at the same time eavesdropping on the conversations that were going on. She was busy listening to some Ambassador when the curtain she was hiding behind was suddenly whipped aside, thankfully the butler did it whilst looking for an earring one of the guests had dropped, so she made some lame excuse and disappeared into the crowd. Solitaire made her way to the ladies restroom and sat for a few moments on one of the folding chairs because there was a queue. She was surprised to see a cage containing a bird that looked remarkably like the grackles back home, she wondered how on earth it survived in such an environment, when the air was often blue because of the flatulence of the overweight, lazy women who frequented embassy dinners. Washing her hands she took advantage of the free luxury hand cream that was available before getting back to the ballroom and her fact finding mission. Hours later the guests were leaving and Solitaire was non the wiser after what seemed a marathon of boredom. Collecting her coat from the cloakroom she filtered out with the crowd but had to stop to pick up her scarf which had slipped from the pocket of her coat. As she reached for the scarf a strong masculine hand picked it up and handed it to her. “Ah Solitaire, we meet again”. Straightening up she looked up into the one good eye of her foreign counterpart, it was she who had blinded him in one eye a few years back. “Hello Nicolai, it seems our manifest destiny to meet up at Embassy soirees .” “It does indeed my dear, you won’t mind accompanying my friends and I to a meeting will you?” he murmured as his two goons took hold of her arms and escorted her to his car.