Saturday Wordzzle # 55

The idea is, every week Raven (Views From 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.



Complete with my doodles.



This Week's Ten Word Challenge is: humanity, shadow, ricochet, wrong, pluralism, mathematics, personhood, printing press, ink spot, choral society

Sian was dreading the spelling test at school. She wasn’t very good at spelling, her forte was music and she was happiest when she was at the choral society.



As the teacher began to read out the words Sian attempted to write each one down; humanity, shadow, ricochet, little beads of perspiration began to form on her brow. The teacher’s voice droned on; pluralism, personhood, she’d never even heard of those before let alone know how to spell them; printing press, mathematics, ink spot, ah those weren’t too bad. At last it was over. The teacher instructed the students to swap papers so they could be marked as she wrote the words on the board. Sian wasn’t surprised to learn that she had got most of the words wrong.



Mini Challenge: kingdom, take names, best seller, three times, inner demons

Timothy Kingdom, three times winner of the Kiriyama Prize, was launching his latest novel, which would no doubt be a best seller. He was undoubtedly a great writer but one thing he couldn’t do was think up names for his characters. To solve this little problem he used to take names from the local gravestones and had no inner demons telling him it was wrong, it was all part of being an author.

Megawordzzle

Carlos was in a lot of trouble, he’d been in trouble before, but this time he really was innocent.

To all intent and purpose Carlos was a businessman with a vast kingdom but he was a shadowy figure whom the police believed was involved in all things illegal – drug/people trafficking, protection rackets etc., the only problem was they hadn’t been able prove it. To his friends and employees he was a benefactor, to anyone who crossed him he could be the devil himself, pluralism, being all things to all men, was not beyond him. One thing for sure – you wouldn’t want to cross him!


Carlos couldn’t believe he had been charged with Stuart Parker’s murder. It was like the plot of a best seller, almost unbelievable. Stuart Parker had worked for Carlos for many years as a publisher at Dozer Publications, which was one of Carlos Mendozer’s business interests that just happened to be legitimate.



Carlos had been with Stuart that afternoon and should have been going to a concert given by his wife’s choral society, unfortunately he never made it as he started feeling unwell, and he’d gone home instead. He had sent Rebecca, his wife, a text to tell her where he was. The rest of the staff at Dozer’s had left half an hour before Carlos and his parting words to Stuart were “See you at the end of the week.”



Now Stuart was dead. They found no weapon and the only fingerprints were those of Stuart, the rest of the staff and Carlos Mendozer. The killer had fired the gun three times, seemingly wild, and one bullet had ricocheted off the printing press and hit Stuart right between the eyes, leaving a stain like an ink spot on his forehead. The police were there to take names and check alibis and the only person who didn’t have an alibi was Carlos – if only he’d gone to the concert. The evidence against him wasn’t overwhelming but the prosecutor did a good job of convincing the jury that the mathematics added up to the killer being Carlos. They were wrong but he couldn’t prove it and no matter how much he protested they weren’t about to show him any humanity, they wanted him put away for life.

Rebecca said goodbye to Carlos, who was going into a harsh prison system that deprives prisoners of their personhood for something he hadn’t done. She was devastated. She was fighting her inner demons, how she wished she’d never started the affair with Stuart, then he wouldn’t have dumped her and she wouldn’t have gone after him with the gun.