Saturday, 4 October 2008
Saturday Wordzzle # 33
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: tattletale, homogeneous, flighty, cornucopia, plethora, militant, lovelorn, myopic , digitalized, mute
A plethora of homogeneous, digitalized images appeared on the screen, as Janice searched the internet looking for a birthday present for her flighty, lovelorn friend. Adjusting the spectacles she wore because she was myopic, she clicked on an image and immediately wished she’d muted the speakers as a voice blared out announcing a new store called ‘Cornucopia’. Janice quickly turned off the speakers when she spotted the new tattletale junior skulking about, obviously just waiting for a chance to blab about something to the office manager. Well Janice didn’t care anymore, just let them say anything and she would show her militant side, she’d tell them where to stuff the job. She was in a very fortunate position, she hadn’t told them yet that she’d won the lottery.
And for the Mini Challenge: washing machine, cholesterol, blatantly, Birdman of Alcatraz, poltergeist
Birdman of Alcatraz’ with a glass of wine and a bar of chocolate, which she knew wouldn’t do her cholesterol any good but she would live with the consequences, she was used to blatantly lying to her doctor about what she ate. Suddenly the lamp on the television table toppled to the floor, then a photograph of her dear departed mother fell off the wall.
“What’s going on?” she said aloud.
Next thing the vase of flowers on the sideboard wobbled precariously, something was seriously wrong. Poltergeist flashed across Eve’s mind but she dismissed it, there must be a logical explanation. Picking up a glass tumbler from the work surface in the kitchen she held it to the adjoining wall to her neighbour’s house and listened. That was it, her neighbour had got that damned vibrating washing machine on again, she really would have to have words with him.
A tattletale and myopic by nature, Penelope’s colleagues were sick of her blatantly spreading rumours.
They decided to set her up on a date with Walter, known as the Birdman of Alcatraz because he bred budgerigars, hoping love would blossom and give her something else to think about.
Walter and Penelope got on like a house on fire, much to everyone’s surprise. Homogeneous in their attitude to life, it wasn’t long before Penelope was offering to do Walter’s laundry in her washing machine and baking a plethora of fattening cakes for him, which he complained would send his cholesterol soaring.
Penelope couldn’t believe how happy she was, she felt her cornucopia was overflowing. People in the office were pleasantly surprised at how much Penelope had changed from the militant and flighty nuisance she had once been, it was amazing what love could do.
Then Chrissy the new Office Manager arrived. She swept into the office like a poltergeist, disturbing the calm, she digitalized all the records, made new rules, generally upsetting everyone, except Walter. Walter was enthralled with Chrissy, in his eyes she could do no wrong. It wasn’t long before Penelope was seeing less of Walter and it broke her heart.
Chrissy was dumbfounded when, at the end of her three month probation period, the powers that be said she wasn’t suitable and they would have to let her go. Poor lovelorn Penelope, her happiness in jeopardy, had no choice but to go back to her old ways, she’d been mute on the rumour front for too long.