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: perpendicular, carpentry, garage, lute player, radishes, tin roof, wild flowers, stop light, gargantuan
Harvey’s wife thought he was doing carpentry at night school, but in reality he was fulfilling a lifetime ambition to become a lute player. Driving to his lesson Harvey pulled up at the stop light and contemplated the gargantuan lies he’s told her about where he went every Thursday. She was under the impression he went to Jake’s garage, with it’s tin roof, at the bottom of his garden and expected Harvey to bring back a bunch of the wild flowers that were resplendent there. This meant that on the way home he had to take a detour to gather the flowers she wanted, one week he’d managed to include a bunch of radishes by mistake! After two months he was now efficient enough to be able to play Happy Birthday, which he fully intended to serenade her with on the occasion of her 40th birthday in a week’s time. He hoped she would be pleased, but knowing her she would go perpendicular when she realised he’d been lying to her all this time.
Picking up the gravy boat that had fallen from the packing box Bernie threw it onto the passenger seat of the truck where it landed on the cat carrier. Hearing Madison, his cat, let out a startled “miaow” he called a quick “Sorry Madi” before climbing into the driver’s seat and setting off for Wisconsin, to take up his new job as official photographer for a magazine. Arriving at his new abode Bernie carried Madison into the kitchen and fed her, hoping she would be full of gratitude but she was as mad as a March hare after the shock of having the gravy boat being thrown at her and sank her claws into the back of his leg.
Esme kicked the cat carrier out of the way as she carried the gravy boat to the table, unfortunately she hadn’t realised that the cat was in it at the time. She wanted everything to be perfect for her cousin’s visit starting with the gargantuan meal she had prepared for her. Charlotte had arrived from Madison, Wisconsin, yesterday and was filled with gratitude towards Esme for the invitation. Charlotte thought Esme was as mad as a March hare but when you needed to get away from home she could always be depended on to come up trumps. She hadn’t told Esme why she wanted to get away, she wasn’t even sure she would reveal the details of her doomed affair with Louis. Charlotte remembered how she had met him twelve months previously - she’d jumped a stop light and suddenly he was there in front of her, one minute perpendicular, the next prostrate on the ground. Luckily he wasn’t hurt but he’d made a dent in the bonnet of her car where he’d bounced of it, she’d refused his offer to pay the garage bill when he claimed it was his fault as he’d just run across the road. He’d asked her out to dinner, after he’d dusted himself off, and she accepted with pleasure because he was an absolute dish. Their relationship went from strength to strength and they’d had wonderful weekends away staying at his cabin in the woods, where he had spent the days practising carpentry whilst she picked wild flowers and started a vegetable plot growing ingredients like lettuce, radishes and onions to make the crisp fresh salads he said he loved. Then there were the romantic evenings by the fire listening to the rain beating a tattoo on the tin roof. She was heartbroken when it came to an end – affairs were never a good idea when one of the participants was married. Todd, her husband, had found out about the affair and insisted she and Louis, the lute player, could no longer make sweet music together. Shame.