Wordzzle Challenge

Raven, at Views From Raven's Nest, has created this word puzzle, Wordzzle, for us to have a challenge and write to. The words/phrases to work with this week are:

Main Challenge (10): humanity, shadow, ricochet, wrong, pluralism, mathematics, personhood, printing press, ink spot, choral society.

Mini Challenge (5): kingdom, take names, best seller, three times, inner demons

My Mega Challenge (15):

She stood alone in the shadow, listening to the preachers voice ricochet off the nearby buildings as he preached his belief in pluralism, how God & the devil have humanity fighting inner demons and such rot. She found it sad that so many people believed in this type of duality as she knew there is only One and that One is God. They all seem to believe that God is Infinite, then swear there is a devil too. How could that be? Obviously the only way that God could be infinite, and there is a devil, is to say that God IS this devil they talk about... and that was just plain wrong. God is Love, God is Light, God is... oh, but this was not the time for that. She had to get back to work now.

Back at the office, she put on her apron with the ink spot, covering her clothes to keep them clean while she worked on the printing press. She had written, and now was about to put to print, editorials of the upcoming concert by the choral society, the elementary school mathematics contest, and the book signing by Stephan Kingdom, the author of the three times best seller, Take Names, a book on developing your personhood.

My Main Wordzzle Challenge (10):

As Cassy stood examining the first paper fresh off the printing press, she heard a sternutation from just outside the door, then another. This followed by the opening of the door, and that man/boy that had come by her home a few days ago. He'd done a good job fixing that gate and a few other things she'd given him to do since that. He obviously lived on his own, and seemed to be getting by just doing odd jobs around the neighborhood.

"Hello, Mam," Joey said, "errr, I mean, Cassy."

"Good afternoon, Joey. How's things with you this fine, sunny day?" As she spoke, Cassy removed the apron with the ink spot, hanging it back on its hook.

"Just fine thanks. I just came from doing some yard work for Mr. Newman over on 41st. I done my best, but I don't think he was very happy with my work."

"Oh, that old zoilist." Cassy shook her head. "He is never happy with anything anyone does. He's something of a dark shadow on humanity, I'm afraid... though we must remember that even he is a creation of God... he just has problems with security in his own personhood.

"Errr, ya," Joey returned, though it was obvious that he wasn't really sure he understood what Cassy had meant. She thought about explaining it to him, realized it would mean a long explanation of pluralism vs Unity, and decided not to go there.

Joey stood there, seemingly giving all his attention to the anopisthograph laying on the shelf beside him. It was a manual, complete with drawings, about the theory of ricochet.

"So, what can I help you with today, Joey?"

"Well Mam, I was wondering if you have any work for me around your work here. Maybe cleaning up your office or something like that. You know, sweeping or washing, putting things away. Even fetching and carrying for you. I'm not all that well schooled cuz Pa wouldn't let me go after grade 6, but I am a quick learner, and have always been good at arithmatic... errr, mathematics."

Cassy couldn't understand a man not allowing his child to go to school. That was just plain wrong. Everyone should be well educated, in her mind. "Here's $5, Joey. I sure am glad you came along just when you did. I need this big box taken over to Mrs. Jenkins' house. She's the president of the Choral Society. Are you planning to go to see their concert in the park this weekend, Joey?"

"No mam, errr, Cassy, I hadn't thought of it," Joey admitted, "but I sure will take that box over to Mrs. Jenkins' for you. Is her address on the box?"

"Yes, right on the top there. Give some thought to that concert, Joey. I think you'd enjoy the music, there's even a zither player. You might meet other people who could use a good worker to do odd jobs, and of course, there's the free food they will be handing out to all that attend. It's a special weekend."

"Thank you, Cassy, mam. I guess some music and stuff would be nice."

My Mini Challenge (5):

The first three weeks Joey had been in the city nearly killed him. He'd had no idea how to live on his own, never mind how to live on the streets of a city he was new to. He'd fought with what he called his inner demons, wondering if he should go back home to his parents, and knowing that to die on the streets of the city would be better than that. Still, he wanted to live, not die. One night, there was a terrible fracas on the street, near where he hid behind a garbage dumpster in an alley. It had been a clash between rival gangs that had ended in several deaths, and all Joey could think of was getting out of there in one piece. No fewer than three times, maybe four, he'd thought he was about to be discovered and his miserable life ended. The next morning, as soon as it was safe to come out of hiding, with no money and no food, he started walking, and two days later found himself in a friendlier feeling area on the outskirts of the city. He had managed to find something to eat in a couple dumpsters on the way, so wasn't so bad as he had been.

Since he had found his way to this area, Joey had been able to find enough odd jobs to keep himself eating, and he'd even been able to pay rent on a small room in one of those extended stay hotels. It was no kingdom, but was clean and it was home. It was a lot safer than living on the streets, and a lot more comfortable too. A 'best seller' in Joey's mind, yup, life was starting to go pretty good these days.

Now Joey stood in the park, listening to music, eating hot dogs and drinking lemonade... and they were free, just as Cassy had said they would be. He'd been amazed that they let him go back for another hotdog, then another, and another which he now washed down with his 4th lemonade. Yes, life was good, especially with a full stomach

"Guess I better get busy and take names of people needing work done for them. Ms. Cassy was right, this is a good place of make connections with people who need a good, dependable handy-man to work for them," he thought as he wiped the evidence of his feast from his face. As he moved out into the croud, he thought again of how, if he worked extra hard, he might some day be able to take some school courses and get some education.

And here is One Sentence using ALL of the 15 words/phrases:

The choral society, who in this case take names of best seller books on mathematics, is just one part of the kingdom of humanity; they are a society whos wrong beliefs in pluralism ricochet off their so called inner demons (three times), off into the shadow of the printing press, to be ink spots on the face of basic personhood.

(Well, no one said it was going to be a sentence that makes good sence... just that it would contain all 15 words/phrases.)


If you enjoyed my stories today, I'm sure you will enjoy those of the other very perspicacious, isangelous participants that you will find over at Raven's Nest.

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