Wordzzle Saturday

Saturday Wordzzle Challenge time!

This fun little challenge is hosted by Raven over at Views from Raven's Nest. She gives us 10 words from which we are to base a story, including all those words. There is also a mini-challenge, consisting of 5 words. Head on over there and check out her blog, and see who else is participating in the Wordzzle!

The words this week were really tough, so it'll be interesting to see what people have come up with for this challenge. Let's have a look at what I've come up with:

The words for the "normal" challenge were: fruitcake, necromancer, gibberish, marshland, Lone Ranger, hog-wild, effluvia, plaintiff, phonograph, fern

And my story turned out like this:

The plaintiff sat in disbelief in the courtroom, watching on as the trial went from strange to utterly ridiculous. The case against Humberto Valdez, aka the Lone Ranger, was getting out of control. According to his neighbors he was a total fruitcake, and people were sick of the effluvia originating from the marshland behind his property.

"It is a smell of death!", Prunella Simmons exclaims. "It is making the whole neighborhood unbearable to live in!"

Humberto's face is red with anger.

"Of course it is the smell of death! It is the remnants of those who have passed on to the other side which reside out there."

"Murderer!", she screams at him. "I swear the marsh is full of dead bodies. The smell! The smell!"

"I have never murdered anyone. I respect the living and the dead equally!".

"Order in the court! Order in the court!", Judge Lithgow hollers, wanting to get on with the hearings. "Now, tell us again what it is that you do."

"I am a necromancer. I speak to the deceased. The dead come to me through the marshland, which is causing the lingering smells. It is normal for this to happen, and I can't do anything about it. It is important work that I do - many people want to get in touch with their loved ones, and I can help them with that. We should be here talking about that fern on Prunella's property instead. That thing is un-natural, and evil. Many of the dead are afraid to come to me because of that un-godly fern."

Prunella Simmons went hog-wild, listening to his gibberish, and suddenly flies out of her chair lunging at him in the witness booth. It took five strong men to pull her away from him, and pin her down on the floor. The court went into recess for the fifth time that day, to calm things down. There was no progress what so ever, and the plaintiff still sat there in disbelief - thinking the whole thing was like a broken phonograph recording... playing the same thing over and over again.

Would this trial ever be over?

And then there is the mini-challenge words: frozen, history, myrmidon, Shylock, incapacitated

And a teeny-weeny little "story":

The Shylock stared him down. Why was he not following his orders? His myrmidon hitman stood frozen, incapacitated after hearing the history of the man he was sent to murder.

"Why do you refuse!", the Shylock says angrily.

"The man you speak of... he is my long lost brother."

Come back tomorrow for a little Funday Sunday entertainment!