Saturday Wordzzle Challenge: Week 51

This is week 51 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. As you'll see from my 10-word, I had a bit of a struggle with this week's words, but I have a feeling I may be lynched for next week's collection. I just put them down as they come into my head and I try not to censor them.... but maybe I should have. They are really awful. When you think of killing me, remember that I have to work with them too... and I'm really, really sorry.

The words for this week's ten word challenge were: spring fever, coyote, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, birds of a feather, broken camera, artificial flavoring, cane, garage, ask and it is given, gay Mini Challenge: glorious, sugar and spice, premature baldness, gargoyles, campaign trail

Here's my ten-word offering for this week:

“Bah humbug,” Raven muttered bitterly. “Ask and it is given my ass.” Although she knew that this was Spring fever speaking, it did not lighten her mood, which was anything but gay. If she had been a coyote she would have been howling. As it was, she felt like a cranky old curmudgeon wobbling around with her cane in search of somebody to dump her negativity on. “Birds of a feather,” she muttered with no idea what exactly she meant by it as there were in fact no people around… or birds either for that matter. “Who came up with these stupid words?” she ranted on…. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? Garage? Broken camera? Artificial flavoring? Stupid, stupid stupid! There ought to be a special place in hell… Oh, wait… it was me, wasn’t it,” she realized. "Damn. Well, there probably still ought to be a special place in Hell… but hopefully there isn’t. Damn, I hate being cranky."

And here's my mini challenge:

She was in love and it was glorious. Truly glorious. Love made Samantha feel all full of sugar and spice. Nevermind Max’s premature baldness or the fact that he looked like a gargoyle. He was a good man, intelligent, funny and profoundly honest. It was wonderful being on the campaign trail with him. His every word was inspiration and gave her hope for the future, her own and the nation’s. Life was good.

And for the mega challenge:

Photo-journalist Harold Hudworthy was not having a good day. His Spring fever was so bad he felt like howling like a coyote, like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid at the edge of the cliff – only without horses. Stress was causing premature baldness; his glorious head of rich wavy hair was falling out in massive clumps and he felt hideous as a gargoyle. His much anticipated sugar and spice cake had tasted bitterly of artificial favoring and his garage was empty of his beloved but now repossessed roadster. To make matters worse, his apparently broken camera hung useless around his neck and his back-up camera had been towed away in the aforementioned roadster. His editor was going to kill him (or fire him, which would be worse). Around him other cameras clicked away as Willie “ask and it is given,” Carmody blazed a new path on his faltering campaign trail, waving his elegant cane with dramatic flare. Desperation had clearly taken hold. Referring to his opponent’s openly gay campaign manager,” his voice redolent with the dreadful implications of what he was saying, Mr. Carmody announced grimly, “birds of a feather flock together. Alas, instead of the hoped for gasp of horror from the crowd, Carmody’s words were greeted with hoots of laughter. “Well,” Harold muttered to himself, “even the worst ever day has it’s up side.”

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Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: Netflix, mortgage, skunk, flagrant, the New York Times, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, perpendicular, geometry, crabby, shoveling snow

Mini Challenge: pragmatic, crystal ball, laundry, safflower oil, Gregorian chants

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