Friday, August 05, 2011

Weekly Wordzzle Challenge # 164

As requested, I'm going to keep going with the Fred Johnson story for a while longer. Much to my surprise it makes it a little easier not to have to come up with new characters every week. Who'd a thunk! If you need/want to catch up, click here for the 1st installment, 2nd installment, 3rd installment

Words for this week's 10-word challenge were: water-logged, pillows, cane, winding roads, pumpkin, music, German shepherd, flying, fortress, poetry  and for the mini: salivate, enriched, eastern, proposal, movies

My mega:

By the time Fred Johnson had finished reading all the books in his library, another season had flown by. There were pumpkins growing in his garden and winding roads of Sunday were water-logged and rutted with heavy rains of the Kingdom's Fall season. The old wizard had given him a German Shepard as a reward for finishing the second phase of his initiation. She was named Cane after one of the most revered of the previous Paragons of Virtue. At the moment she was curled up on a giant dog pillow looking at him in hopes of a walk or game or perhaps a treat and salivating as big dogs do when they are especially happy. Unfortunately for Cane, Fred was completely absorbed in trying to write about his undying love for the Wizard's daughter Flashlight  in some kind of elegant poetry as a prelude to making a proposal of marriage to her. In his fantasies it was like a scene from a movie. He would take her to the eastern garden where the roses bloomed year around, their aroma enriching the air and their soft petals carpeting the ground beneath her feet. There would be music swelling in the background. It would be beautiful and she would come flying into his arms... The problem at the moment was that although he had read a great deal of poetry over the last few months, writing it, it seemed was a mystery he could not fathom. It was as though the words he wanted to speak were locked in a secret room in the fortress of his heart and no matter how hard he tried, he could not find the right key. Finally he threw his pen down in despair. "Cane," he called. "Come girl. Maybe a walk will inspire me."

My mini:

Outside the eastern sky was ablaze with the light of the setting sun - in Sunday, Fred had discovered to his surprise, that the sun set in the East - and he allowed himself to put the thought of his proposal and movie scenario dreams aside for the moment.  He was happy in Sunday but he did miss movies which did not exist in this magical world. He had found that they enriched his life. His months of reading had proven to be a pretty good substitute, but still there was nothing like a movie.  As he pondered this thought, he became aware of the most wonderful aroma coming from Chef's kitchen and realized that he was very hungry. Chef was another of the wonders of the Kingdom of Sunday. The mere thought of his culinary creations made Fred salivate with anticipation and the things he did with pumpkins and squash, well... to taste them was to experience Heaven.

My 10-word:  water-logged, winding roads,  fortress,

As usual, the old wizard Spark had arrived just in time for dinner and tonight he had brought his daughter (who Fred wished very much to marry) along as well. Like her master, the big German Shepherd was besotted with the beautiful Flashlight and went flying across the room to greet her. As he watched Flashlight laughingly wrap her arms around Cane's furry neck, he thought to himself that she was poetry in motion. As if by magic - well not as if, really - the old wizard had conjure it up - the room was filled with the sound of relaxing music and at the same moment Chef entered with a feast of plates piled high with the most wonderful smelling baked squash and pumpkin pasta.  He also brought a special treat for Cane who wolfed it down happily and then settled happily onto the the one of the giant pillows that were there for her in every room of the house. She was a very pampered puppy. Over dinner the talk turned serious. Soon it would be time for Fred to step forward into his destiny and confront Count Psycho at the Fortress of Festering Fears and Foibles. Unless he mastered his teleportation spell and soon, it would be a long journey over the water-logged and winding roads of Sunday's Dread Full Forest. Truth be told, Fred was really not all that anxious to GET to the Fortress or to meet the Count. He knew he must, but he much preferred dreaming of proposing to Flashlight in the rose garden and eating things like the incredible pumpkin pie which chef had just placed before him. "Chef," he said aloud, "I think your cooking could heal the heart of Count Psycho better than any spell a fool like me could conjur."  He had said it as a joke, but looking around, he thought perhaps the others did not think it was such a foolish idea. Sunday surprised him every day he lived there.


Words for next week's 10-word challenge: catalog, industry, sea gulls, floral arrangement, anything, the dawn of a new day, the green grass of home, rocks, particular, unruly

And for the mini: world, sly as a fox, photo album, doppelganger, basket

Thanks you for playing.  Newcomers can check here for some guidelines to make the game more fun. There are no rules, just some general guidelines and tricks.


The Bug said...

I'm still loving this story. I can't wait to see how Fred confronts Psycho with pumpkin pasta!

Argent said...

Argent here.

I am so loving your ongoing story of the Paragon of Virtue. I love Count Psycho and his fortress - I smiled when I read that. You paint such lively scenes with the words.

My head is not working well at the moment, so I'm sticking to minis for now and Harold is Wordzzle-less. Blogger is being very silly tonight, so I'm having to comment anonymously.

My wordzzles and Harold are here".