9 June, 2010 Somehow I seem to have fallen out of fictional inspiration lately, having difficulties finding the time and inspiration to focusing my mind on it. It is still my hope and intention to some day get back to the Wordzzle game and finish off The Slumber Party Mystery story.
treasure chest, idiom, pantry, crippled, baying wolf, wind chill, time, angel, salamander, laundry list
risque, radish, ring tone, ravishing, ruler
The Slumber Party Mystery Chapter 44 - Baying Wolf
"Well, Grandpa," said Diana, "I was just talking to the guys about those ancient relics of yours, and they're just dying to take a look at them. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not," said the General, handing the two kittens over to his granddaughter. "Here, take these for me, will you."
Diana had changed into a radish red dress before lunch and was looking absolutely ravishing bordering on risque. She did that in any color though, Skittles thought to himself.
Kneeling down on the floor to play with the kittens, Diana turned to William and said: "Will, please be an angel and fetch Baying Wolf's treasure chest for us. You know the one I mean. With the golden salamander on the lid."
"I know," said William, and trotted off out into the hall. Skittles, trying to collect his thoughts again, noted that it sounded like the young man went up the stairs. How come this young man was so familiar with the house that Diana even sent him to fetch valuable items from another room?
"Baying Wolf's treasure chest?" said Matthew. "That sounds intriguing."
"It is indeed!" said the General in an excited voice. Skittles couldn't get over his astonishment how remarkably less crippled the old man seemed today than yesterday at the hospital.
"You know," continued the General, "I read a most interesting article only last week about the wind chill factor up in those mountains."
Matthew raised his eyebrows, and Skittles sighed. Obviously the old man's mind was still confused. Diana did not show any reaction, though, and the General continued:
"Baying Wolf was an Indian Chief, you know. Rumor had it he froze to death, and with him died the secret where all the bodies were buried."
"But Grandpa," said Diana. "You know that's just an idiom. It can mean anything, not necessarily skeletons."
There was a discreet cough coming from the doorway. Bumblebee, the butler, had suddenly appeared, carrying a tray with a ruler and a piece of paper on it. "Excuse me, miss Diana," he said. "Here is the laundry list you asked for earlier. And the ruler."
"Thank you," said Diana. "I just can't seem to make a straight line without one," she remarked to no one in particular. "And Bumblebee, I think it is time for afternoon tea soon, don't you? I hope you still have some of that delicious jam of yours left in the pantry."
Somewhere in the house, a ring tone sounded. Skittles could not determine whether it was a telephone or a door bell.
This is a blog where I wrestle with attempts at fiction, and participation in challenges like Wordzzles.
The Slumber Party Mystery
The Slumber Party Mystery is an ongoing story which is based on the Saturday Wordzzle Challenges from the blog Views from Raven's Nest. Each Saturday, Raven provides 10+5=15 words and/or phrases, which you are supposed to weave into a context. You can use either the 10 words, or just the "mini" 5 words, or all 15 together as a mega challenge, as you please.
I have been partaking since April 2009; my first entry based on Raven's Challenge # 57, and originally published at my blog The Island of the Voices.
I did not really have in mind to make it an ongoing story, but somehow it turned into one. From Challenge # 90 onwards, I decided to move the whole story (previous episodes copied) to this blog instead.
If you are new to the story, or feel that you have lost track of it (I don't blame you!), there is a summary.