Wordzzles Will Out

    Hard as it is to believe, it's time for more Wordzzles. Chatty missed last week, being out of town - but she's back in the groove this week!

    Raven (and Melli) gave us these 5 words for the mini challenge:

static
floppy hat
penguin
cinnamon
alphabetical

so here's Chatty's entry:

    "The lines at the passport office in the Federal Building had been static for what seemed like an hour now. They were split into two alphabetical groups, but that didn’t help – her last name started with a “T”. She sure hoped Peru was worth all this hassle. Popping her cinnamon-flavored gum, Maureen speculated idly as to why the guy in front of her was wearing a kid’s backpack shaped like a big penguin. Suddenly, he pulled a gun out of it and she stopped wondering and hit the floor, her floppy hat flying off her head - and just enough into his field of vision to throw off his aim. The bullets hit a ceiling light, officers wrestled him to the ground, and Maureen wondered if her hat would end up being used in evidence. And to think, she only wore it today because she was out of sunscreen..."

    For the 10-word challenge, we were given:

blinking
cellulite
crescent
ship-shape
homonym
suffering
packer
wind chime
scissors
necklace

    So, here we go:

    "Tiffany kept squinting and blinking as she twisted and turned before the mirror, hoping that crescent-shaped bulge on her thigh wasn’t cellulite. Maybe it was the unforgiving lighting in the bathroom. She hoped so – because these days she wasn’t allowed to have any flaws. In addition to being expected to be physically perfect, she was also suffering through endless poker nights – when the house had to be ship-shape, the beer cold - and her thoughts (though not her boobs and butt) kept to herself.  Thoughts like – the bastard could afford a maid - but said why should he? She didn’t have anything else to do during the day…Now, she was apparently expected to be the perfect little packer, as well – even though she had no idea what he liked to take on these weekend jaunts that did NOT include her. She was getting fed up with all of this – but when she glanced at the diamond necklace he had given her last night…she kept packing. Suddenly he roared into the room, screaming “Those damned wind chimes are giving me a migraine – get rid of them NOW!” Sighing, Tiffany took the scissors from the drawer and headed out on the balcony to cut its strings, thereby silencing the only thing she had brought with her when she moved in. Cutting strings…how she wished she could cut the ones that tied her to him. But, it seemed her life had become a homonym. She had made a hit with the hit man when she had given him a lap dance at the strip club, and now life as she had known it was over."

    That's all, folks!  



 
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