Saturday, June 28, 2008
Let the Wordzzle Flow ...
Two bloggie mentions before we get to the Wordzzle.
IVANHOE is celebrating her 100th post. Please take a moment to say congratulations and read her 100 list. She’s done a lot of interesting things and traveled to some very cool places. Ivanhoe gave all her readers a gift for her 100th. It’s right there at the top of my sidebar. Thank You Ivanhoe.
Our Wordzzle Mistress (sexy!) gave me the lovely Scribe award also there at the top of my sidebar. Thank You RAVEN! When you guys go over to check out her Wordzzle and all the other entries please peek in on her awards post and tell her how much she deserves the two awards she received this week. She hates that LOL
And now let the Wordzzle flow …
Ten Word Challenge: fabulous, aristocrat, tricycle, soft summer breeze, cat litter, silver-tongued devil, curtain rod, lilacs, Abraham Lincoln, garbage can
Mini Challenge: strangle-hold, revelation, dormancy, tripod, space cadet
I did something new with the mega. I continued a story! I’ve struggled with that in the past but Finola seems to speak to me.
The first part of Finola’s journey is HERE.
The further away from the school she got the better Finola felt. If the old jalopy she had stolen would just go faster than a tricycle she’d feel fabulous in no time. Finola giggled to herself, that silver-tongued devil Mr. Bugley thought he had a strangle-hold on being clever. Hah! It had taken her no more than a moment to get his car keys away from him. Now here she was, well on her way to the mountains. She had a brochure for Dormancy Estates and a road map. Once she found the Abraham Lincoln Expressway it would be an easy trip. The estates had been abandoned years ago and Finola was sure she could stay there for days without being found.
A soft summer breeze wafted in through the open windows. It smelled of lilacs. Such an improvement over the tiny room she had shared with Adele the Arian Aristocrat. Stupid, silly bitch; and her miserable old cat Space Cadet! What a pair they were. Adele had never cleaned Spacey’s cat litter and poor Finola drifted off to sleep each night with the smell of cat piss permeating her nostrils. Lilacs were certainly an improvement. Having never driven before it came as a revelation to Finola that if she switched gears the car would go faster. She was having a hard time keeping her foot flat on the gas pedal. The seat was stuck so far back, it appeared to have a curtain rod or a tripod wedged against it from the back to keep it upright.
Speed was crucial to Finola now. She needed to put distance between her and the hand grenade she had dropped into the garbage can by the school’s entrance. In her confused anxious state Finola could not remember if she had pulled the pin.
And my 10 word:
Adam Abraham Lincoln sat by the window in the club’s tiny crowded dressing room. He always made sure to get in early so he could feel the soft summer breeze on his face. He kept a vase of lilacs on the vanity to help fight the fierce combination of scents coming from the alley – tonight the house blend was day old garbage can full of food scraps and cat litter. Adam was well into having his face on when Sol the Silver-Tongued Devil burst into the room. “Would you believe I tripped over a rusty old tricycle? What the fuck is a tricycle doing back here!? And why aren’t the curtains drawn? Every crack head in town can watch us change”. Adam was used to Sol’s pre-show antics. “I’d close the curtains honey if there were any to close, the curtain rod has been down for weeks; we’re not exactly handy now are we?” Sol laughed, Adam always eased his jitters. “No dear I suppose we’re not, but we are the most fabulous duo the Aristocrat Club has ever seen”.
And the mini:
Mad Max was mourning the long state of dormancy within the robotic space cadet program. It had a strangle-hold on his dreams of universal domination. Max was well into his second bottle of Scotch when he had a revelation. If he stuck the program director’s severed head on a tripod …