Friday, October 09, 2009

Saturday Wordzzle Challenge: Week 84

This is week 84 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. Next week's words come to you from Dawn Treader, who very kindly sent them. When I read her wordzzles I am always astonished that English is her second language.

The words for this week's ten word challenge were: plaster, cottage cheese, hallowed, hard working, food for thought, blood drive, broken finger, ceiling fan, pastry chef, production And for the mini: the sky is falling, variations on a theme, bravery, powder puff, empty soda bottles

The mega:

Hard working pastry chef Franz Gluten sat looking gloomily at the plaster cast on his broken finger. Who knew that a blood drive could prove so lethal to his well being? Who knew he was such a pathetic powder puff that he would faint? Sitting in the hallowed ground of his beloved bakery, the ceiling fan whirling quietly above his head, he thought to himself that cottage cheese was definitely not good food for thought. Maybe a nice slice of apple pie or a beautiful brownie would help him figure out how to maintain full production with on hand mangled and unusable. (Ok, he knew this was a bit of an exaggeration (variations on the theme of the sky is falling) but six weeks without being able to knead his beloved dough... his heart was breaking... and his bakery how would he keep it going?) He was on his 4th brownie with several empty soda bottles filling the table when his sweet wife walked in. "Franz Gluten, put the brownies away and stop whining. I've seen more bravery from a 2 year old with a skinned knee. You're a master baker and your artistry and skill are bigger than some stupid broken finger. Get out of that chair, stop whining and get to work. Teach me what needs to be done... We have work to do. Oh... and hand me one of those brownies to remind me why I married you." "You married me for my brownies?" he laughed... and I thought it was the coconut cream pie. You always know how to make me happy. I love you, my sugar cookie. Give me a kiss and go wash your hands and put on a hair net. We have baking to do."

The 10 word:

Lying on the table, Margie was glad that she had decided to participate in this year's blood drive. She watched the ceiling fan slowly circling, and letting her mind wander, noticed how there were cracks in the plaster, admired how hard working the nurses and volunteers were, mused on the miracle of the body's gift for blood production, wished - much to her surprise - for a lovely dish of cottage cheese (she hated cottage cheese) and decided she would dress as a pastry chef for this year's Hallowed Ground Halloween Ball. Who would have thought, she wondered that the mere act of giving blood would offer so much food for thought. She would make it a point to do it more often. Except for the slight dizziness, that weird cottage cheese craving, and the mild throbbing in her broken finger, it felt good to do something noble for others.

And the mini:

Sarah sat staring in the mirror unhappily. Haydn's Variations on a Theme, possibly her very favorite piece of music, was playing loudly and a half dozen empty soda bottles lay on the floor around her, but music could not console her and food and drink could not distract her. It was hopeless. Ever since the accident, leaving the house was an act of bravery. Finally she sighed and tossed the powder puff aside despondently; make-up did no good really, just made her look like a painted monster. Finally she stood, knowing she could no longer put off her departure. Passing the living room, she heard some cartoon character on her little brother's cartoon program yelling "the sky is falling, the sky is falling" and wished for a moment that it really was so that she could stay home. Then, as though sent by angels, her bratty little brother, former monster turned to look at her. "Wow, you look beautiful, Sar..." he said, eyes wide. "I do?" "Yeah," he nodded vigorously. And as if by magic, her heart lifted and the sun seemed go come out from behind the clouds. "Thanks, Nicky. You made my day," she said. And he really had.


Next week’s words come courtesy of Dawn Treader. Many thanks.

Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: early morning light, Pinocchio, mist, leaves, sandy, coffee, walking, traffic, pray, stomach

And for the mini: train, art, admirable, cotton, fluffy

Thanks for playing. For those who are new, here are some guidelines to make the process more fun.

Enjoy! See you next week.



Argent said...

Aww! You make it look so easy!

Franz Gluten - cracking name and what a sensible wife!

When I first gave blood, I was quite dizzy for some time after and to my embarrassment, fainted in a city centre shop. I was too thin apparently - not a problem I have these days :-)

I really love the third one though, what an uplifting story. - even bratty brothers get it right sometimes.

Reston Friends! said...

Raven, I love your pieces. You have such a great way of expressing ideal married love (1); and courage overcoming events (number 3). I think you have a great American novel inside you, but you'll probably have to put in a lot more angst and that wouldn't be fun!

Dr.John said...

Three uplifting, love filled, giving stories. A wonderful place to start the day.
You always see things in the words that I never see.

Fandango said...

We dragons are glad that the bravery of the baker in giving blood won't end up hurting his bakery but lets another act of love come forth.
Well done
In the mini you might have helped somebody to give blood. What a good use of miserable words.
The last one is best because the little brat gets to be the hero.

DawnTreader said...

Raven, thanks for comment on my blog today. I'm afraid I haven't had time to do the wordzzle this week - haven't even looked at the words! there has been too much other "stuff" going on. I'll see if I can find some inspiration tomorrow, otherwise I'll skip this week and tackle next week's instead (oh, I just realized they're my own words then...)

Stephen said...

I liked your stories. The mega story about the pastry chef had a good ending with his wife helping him out and giving him the confidence he needed. It mentioned some good food, too. The 10 word story about the woman waiting at the blood drive was also good. I'm the kind of person who tends to notice cracks in the ceiling, too. The mini story, about the girl who was afraid to go out, and was helped by her little brother saying that she looked beautiful, was really nice.

I'm running very late, but I have my stories up now.

Stephen from Scottsdale, Arizona, USA

DawnTreader said...

Raven, sorry I did not get round to participate last week. I'll be back to wrestle my own words this week.

Right now I can't remember if I already left you this invitation on some other post yesterday so to be on the safe side here it is (possibly "again").

I'd also be honoured if you would like to visit this post of mine at The Island of the Voices. I'm presenting you with an award, with or without its original "stipulations" as you please. (I have just learnt how to insert a link into a blog comment! Hope that works. Otherwise just go to the blog, you'll find it.)