Saturday, March 29, 2008
I love Saturday Wordzzle! Makes me feel all creative and Mark Twain’ish, no wait – Dickens’ish – yeah that’s it!
If you’d like to play along please visit Raven; you can find the words for next week and check out all the others who are playing along, last week had some really great posts. And two megawordzzles - combining the 10 + the mini 5 into ONE paragraph. I haven’t tried that yet.
For this week:
The ten-word challenge is: arbitration, music, salamanders, frankincense, trojan horse, balderdash, bottomless pit, fantastic, pugnacious, Trivial Pursuit
Bucky Booker sat in the clubhouse and wondered what to do next. His contract was in arbitration so he wasn’t supposed to be here but being #1 relief pitcher for the Staten Island Salamanders was all he knew. His agent was a pugnacious negotiator and promised him a fantastic new deal but Bucky was starting to think it was all balderdash. He’d gladly play for nothing, well almost nothing. All he needed was enough cash to fix his computer, he’d crashed it downloading the porn version of Trivial Pursuit, how the hell was he supposed to know there was a Trojan Horse virus attached. Without it he was lost, all his music was on there and he couldn’t stand another day without hearing his favorite underground band Frankincense blast out the sounds that helped him warm up his arm. Bucky was feeling like a bottomless pit of crap and almost didn’t hear the stadium coming to life. He quickly snuck out the back entrance promising himself to bypass the pub and go straight home to call his agent.
And for the mini challenge: maniac, video store, telephone pole, flute player, windy day
As Maria turned the corner she was dismayed to find the sexy flute player wasn’t at his usual spot. For weeks now she had seen him every evening, his sign saying “Music Maniac Must Earn Money” pinned to the telephone pole, and crowds gathered around him taking in the sweet melodies that flowed out into the air. “It’s been such a rainy, windy day”, she said out loud to no one there, “I guess he’s gone home”. The sound of her own voice echoed in her tiny car and she was startled back to reality. The traffic signal had turned green and the car behind her was blasting its horn. She accelerated across the intersection, never noticing the man with the flute, huddled in the video store doorway, peeking through the rain looking for the beautiful woman in the tiny car.
Hope you enjoyed.