The Wordzzles Will Get You If You Don't Watch Out!

    Once again, it's time to Wordzzle, a little writing game brought to you by Raven. Each Friday, we are given two sets of words, and must work them all into a short paragraph that makes as much sense as possible. It's like writing two short short stories a week, and keeps Chatty and all the other players on our toes.

    This week, the 5 Mini Challenge words are:

glamour,
rocking chair,
cormorant,
objective,
symbolism


    And the Ten Word Challenge words are:

squeaky toy,
perpendicular,
olives,
shanty,
howling at the moon,
soul,
bow and arrow,
uniform,
statistics,
praying mantis


    Chatty has read and appreciated the Mega Challenges (using all 15 words) that others have done, but has not attempted one herself until now. Just for fun, Chatty kept them separated to the extent that the 5 words for the mini are first, followed by those for the 10-word challenge.

    Here’s what she came up with:

    “Granny Boyd agitated back and forth in her rocking chair, appalled by all the gaiety surrounding her. That kid dressed up as a pelican, for instance - shoving his treat down the costume’s gullet. Shameful! Christian symbolism dictated that the pelican was a sacred symbol of self-sacrifice and the Eucharist - and she had told him so in no uncertain terms. Little smart aleck had informed her he wasn’t a pelican – he was a cormorant – and had stuck his tongue out at her before he ran away. And who is this miniature glamour puss sashaying up the porch steps? Britney Spears, she says. Ha! Little trollop-in-training expects candy for dressing up like that godless hussy? Not on Granny’s watch! But, best keep her thoughts to herself – her daughter had already scolded her once for not being objective or tolerant enough of all the little hellions infesting the neighborhood. To heck with being tolerant and objective - at her age, she figured she’d earned the right not to be! She glared as a five-foot bottle of olive oil shuffled by with two large green olives (sporting red flannel pimiento stuffing) in tow, muttering “Mom said for you guys to hold hands!” in an aggrieved tone of voice.  A Roman archer was fighting a losing battle trying to hold onto his bow and arrow and adjust his uniform tunic at the same time. The collie dressed as a wolf was resolutely gripping a squeaky toy sheep, but was just as resolutely rejecting any pleas to start howling at the moon - no matter how much its small owner encouraged and cajoled. A shanty – or possibly an outhouse – propelled by four sneakered feet staggered along, no side even close to being perpendicular to its roof; and some poor soul, who had unwisely seen fit to array himself as a giant praying mantis, had already lost an antenna and two legs. Laughter and squeals of delight filled the air. Even Granny Boyd, who thoroughly disapproved, didn’t need to consult any statistics to confirm that fun runs rampant on All Hallows Eve!”

    Happy Halloween – here’s hoping you have a ghoulishly good time, too!

         
    

    

 
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