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: bluebottle, puppy love, livid, misanthrope, torrid, apathy, erudite, catalyst, hockey puck , parakeet
Flinging the hockey puck at the bluebottle, which was buzzing round the room, Steven cringed when it hit the parakeet in the corner, no wonder the bird was a misanthrope it wasn’t the first time it had suffered at the hands of a human. His mother would be livid if she found out he’d been skiving off work again, this could be the catalyst to her throwing him out. She thought more of the damn bird than she did of him, just because he wasn’t an erudite scholar she wasn’t interested in him at all. Their mother couldn’t understand how different they could be - Mark, his younger brother, smart, intelligent, Steven showing only apathy to everything. The only thing that Steven seemed interested in was his girlfriend, puppy love his mother called it. Jumping up he rushed over to the parakeet and smoothed it’s ruffled feathers, then he picked up the puck and put it in his sports bag before going into the kitchen to tidy up the mess he’d made before his mother got home. No sense in upsetting her, she had a torrid temper when roused.
And for the Mini Challenge: totalitarian, moronic, boondoggle, tycoon, insipid
Chef was keeping his eye on the new kitchen hand. He wasn’t a totalitarian type of person, he was reasonably easy going but he couldn’t abide the type of moronic people the job centre were sending him lately, people who didn’t really do anything constructive, who boondoggled their way through the day. The insipid youth had turned up late for work again claiming that the weather had been the cause “there’s a tycoon blowing out there!”
“I think you mean typhoon” said Chef shaking his head.
Mr. Maguire was a totalitarian teacher, not only that he was a misanthrope, so how he came to be a teacher Jack would never understand. Jack hated Maguire, he was sick of the constant jibes from Maguire about him not being erudite pupil and only interested in playing sport. In fact Maguire’s nickname for Jack was Hockey Puck, but then Jack’s nickname for Maguire was Bluebottle, because of his obviously dyed raven black hair. He often suggested that Jack was moronic and accused him of apathy and boondoggling during lessons. Jack was very happy when his school days came to an end and he could get on with the important task of making a name for himself.
Jack took a series of what would appear to others as mundane jobs when he left school, but the truth was Maguire’s constant put downs were the catalyst that made Jack want to better himself and if that meant mundane work to start with that’s what he would do. He worked hard and saved until he had enough capital to start his own business, and when he met Sandra he was doing well for himself as a property developer. He was blown away by Sandra’s energy and colourful personality, he called her his beautiful parakeet. Their relationship was torrid from the beginning, no puppy love start for them. It was only after Jack proposed to Sandra that he found out her father was a property tycoon who insisted that they joined forces and asked Jack to become a director in his company. The couple were head over heels in love and were totally ecstatic when their twins were born. Jack insisted the twins went to the best private school in the area and even agreed to be on the board of Governors. Life was good, Jack had fulfilled all his ambitions, except one.
At a School Governor’s meeting one afternoon Jack couldn’t believe his eyes when he turned round and found himself looking straight at Maguire. He’d recognised him straight away, though Jack was sure Maguire hadn’t recognised him. Maguire hadn’t changed much apart from looking rather insipid now his hair was grey. Jack’s hatred for Maguire returned with a vengeance but thankfully not outwardly evident. He would bide his time, Maguire was about to get his comeuppance.
Maguire was livid when he didn’t get the job of Headmaster. He couldn’t understand it, he thought the interview with the Governors had gone really well. Jack chalked up his last ambition.