Saturday, July 12, 2008
Oh Say Can You Wordzzle ...
This week marks the birthday of our founder. Please stop by with song and salutations at RAVEN’S NEST. After a piece of cake and as much wine as you can handle give Mr. Linky a little love and check out the other Wordzzlers.
And consider trying it yourself. Everyone who has says they’re having fun and that was before the birthday wine.
Ten Word Challenge: gouged, symmetrical, Spanish moss, ATV, parallel parking, Luscious, origami, amphibian, turkey, gravy train
And for the Mini Challenge: pouring rain, mastiff, church bells, wedding dress, stock car races
My mega will continue Finola’s story – If you’re sufficiently sauced up you may want to read all of Finola’s adventures
POOR FINOLA’S BEGINNING
and now for Part Four …
The day started with the sound of church bells and pouring rain. Finola was suffering from a bad case of cabin fever; she had been at Dormancy Estates for over a week and she had to get out. In addition to the anxiety of being cooped up she had practical concerns. She needed to consider a new location and she needed supplies. Since it was risky to stay and risky to leave she decided leaving at least opened up new options.
In her boredom Finola had used all of the newspapers she found in elaborate origami projects. She loved the symmetrical lines she had created but she needed to research surrounding towns. She gouged her way through the twists and turns of her creations looking for clues into her next steps. She passed an ad for wedding dresses and her eyes rested for a moment on the photo of a huge English Mastiff available for adoption. A traveling companion would be fun and she loved dogs but how would she feed him? Unless they both dined on Gravy Train another mouth to feed just wasn’t possible.
Stonepoint Stock Car Races – free admission before noon. Stay all day. Eat, drink, and be merry. “That’s it!” Finola told the old house, “I’m going to the races”.
By the time Finola tried to get the stolen jalopy out of hiding the rain had stopped. Being a novice at parallel parking she had pulled the car as far up against the house as she could and had covered it with what she thought was Spanish Moss. “Please sweet luscious car, please start” she pleaded. She turned the ignition again – and again – and again. “You miserable old pile of junk” she screamed in frustration, “you’re such a turkey, a lemming, a lemon – that’s it, you’re such a lemon!” Her teary gaze turned to the ATV sitting in the open shed. It was rusty and dirty and sported an odd little license plate that read ‘Amphibian Asshat’. “I can’t take that on the main road” she muttered as she flooded the jalopy’s engine; “but I can take it along the back roads and find a better ride”.
My ten word:
Luscious Origami got to the theater early. She made several attempts to parallel park her ATV before she decided to just leave it where it was. She’d get one of the guys from the house band ‘Spanish Moss’ to move it for her; she had bigger issues to deal with. Her mind went back over the early morning telephone call from her agent. “Lu honey - ya gotta get your ass in gear girlie, your last three shows have been turkeys and the residuals from the Gravy Train commercial ain’t gonna last forever”. Luscious shuddered at the thought of Stan Sumppump. He might be a powerful agent but talking to him always left her feeling like her soul had been gouged out. “What do you want me to do Stan; there are no good parts for a former porn star from Japan”. “Ya know kid” Stan said sternly, “you’re going to have to take the part as Symmetrical Sally in that summer theater production”. Luscious could barely control her voice as she explained, again, that she could not see herself doing such a ridiculous play. “Lu – I know the play is absurd but the Salamander Sisters are investing heavily in it, they’re rolling in the green Lu. If they like you they could take you places”. “Take me places Stan! Take me places! Where the hell could a couple of crazy amphibian bitches take me Stan?” “Guess you’re gonna find out Lu, I told them you’d be at the theater in an hour”.
And for the Mini Challenge:
Tina Trashenwhit grabbed the hem of her wedding dress in one hand and her Bull Mastiff’s leash in the other. She rolled her eyes at the recorded church bells as she took a deep breath and ran through the pouring rain toward the tent. She really hoped Bobby Butthinker was worth having her wedding ceremony at the stock car races.