Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Words for Wednesday

This meme was started by Delores a long time ago.  Week after week she provided us with challenging prompts.    Computer issues led her to bow out for a while and I took over.  When Delores' absence looked like being more permanent I begged and cajoled for other volunteers to share providing the prompts, and Words for Wednesday became a movable feast.  Delores discontinued her blog for a while, but she has returned.  Her new blog can be found here.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.  Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...  We can use some or all of the prompts.

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.  If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.

This month the prompts were to be provided by Jacqueline aka The Cranky on her blog.  Sadly Jacqueline has had a stroke and is unable to participate.  Even sadder, it now seems unlikely she will be able to rejoin us.  My heart aches for her and for those who love her.  It seems so unfair that she was hit with this just when she was turning her life around.


So I am providing this month's prompts here.

This weeks prompts are:


  1. noble 
  2. shine
  3. expressive 
  4. charm
  5. odd 
  6. biggest
And/or
  1. passion 
  2. actuality 
  3. top  
  4. jar 
  5. elevator 
  6. angel
Happy playing.


Next month the prompts will be provided by  Carolyn McBride  on her blog.

In December,  Vest has joined us, and will post the prompts on his blog.

 Granny Annie will provide the prompts in January 2017.
 Delores will post the prompts on her blog for Februaray 2017.

In anyone else would like to join in, please let us know in the comments (or send me an email) .

94 comments:

  1. Good words. I'll be back to see what your readers come up with. That GrannyAnnie really does well with these.

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    1. The Spooky Whisk: She does. Someday we will get you to join us too.

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    2. Well dear Spooky Whisk thank you for your kind words. I have just posted my WFW and hope you will see it. I do hope you will join in and let me know when you decide to write something.

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    3. I really mean it. You got the gift.

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  2. You never know where the words will lead.

    The passion she felt was actually little more than one might feel about a stranger. There was no love for her job. But her desire to be top salesperson was all consuming She had placed the jar of olives on the table with the other snacks just as she heard the ding of the elevator. She would be a perfect angel as she showed the prospective couple this loft apartment despite the evil eye she was getting from the two ghosts standing in the corner.

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    1. Mason Canyon: Oooh. I do like this. And wonder whether the ghosts can do more than just give her the eye...

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    2. I like this too :)
      Being top salesperson without loving the job speaks to me of a cold, calculating woman. No wonder the ghosts are giving her the evil eye.

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    3. Great for Halloween. Were those spooky ghost eyes in the olive jar? LOL

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    4. Good job with the words! The gal sounds like a cold fish... maybe she's a ghost, too.

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    1. donna baker: Does it tempt you to join us?

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  4. And here is my effort using this week's words...

    "When traversing Life’s highway, the best path, the TOP trail one should choose is the NOBLE path, guided along the way by decency and worthy moral principles.

    In ACTUALITY it’s not always easy. It’s not always possible, but if one faces Life with PASSION the BIGGEST obstacles can be overcome.

    The road is often rough, full of large pot holes enough to JAR one into defeat, but the hurdles can, if allowed to be, EXPRESSIVE of the determination of the human spirit.

    The sun, like a huge golden CHARM will always SHINE brightly upon those who give it their all; those who never allow failure or corruption to be in their vocabulary.

    Some believe they have a Guardian ANGEL looking out for them. Others scoff at the belief thinking it ODD. It really matters little one way or the other. If generous, honest qualities and actions are the chosen ELEVATOR to transport one through life, there is no harm in believing there is intangible, invisible help along the way."

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    1. Lee: Well done. If it works, do it.

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    2. Lee; this is good. I believe I have guardian angels, who else would stop the rain just when I need to get off the bus to walk to my home, then start the downpour again as soon as I am inside?

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    3. Thanks EC and River. :)

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    4. Wow all the twists and turns and elevator climbing you had it all:-)

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    5. You turned the words into an excellent essay. It feels very much like an expression of your own beliefs. Good job!

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    1. Cloudia: I am looking forward to seeing where they take people. Hint, hint.

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  6. EC, I've just put a (very late) comment on Sunday's selections - I hope you see it :)

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    1. Alexia: I did, and will be over to respond in a minute. Thank you.

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  7. Noble shrine
    So expressive is your charm
    Odd that your biggest value
    Is forgotten words

    -Statue of Liberty-
    (Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door)

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  8. Best wishes to Jacqueline and thank you for the prompts, I was able to use all but one and will post my writing tomorrow morning on my blog :o)

    Happy writing to all!

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    1. HBF: I look forward to seeing where the prompts take you - and am wondering which word refused to fit.

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  9. Her friends thought it odd, but three marriages, and four (or was it five) failed engagements later, Dawn still believed in the power of love. Her biggest dream still hinged around her guardian angel finding her the perfect man.
    'Love is a noble emotion' she said 'not based on mere passion.' She was sure that somewhere there was a special person, whose expressive smiles and endless charm would make her eyes shine. Forever.
    'Perhaps' said her kinder friends. ' Perhaps. But not until you base your choices on actuality rather than tight buns and wicked smiles'. The ruder of her friends simply said that it wasn't going to happen. The elevator in her brain didn't go to the top floor and the jar she kept her taste in men locked in was tiny. Very tiny.
    Dawn smiled. And continued to dream...

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    1. Poor Dawn, dreaming of the perfect love while making choices based on looks. Too often good looks are based on self-absorbed vanity.

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    2. An interesting use of the words, EC...well cone. These exercises are fun and good for our brains. Well, for my addled brain, anyway! I can only speak for myself! :)

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    3. Oh, yeah. Don't we all keep on dreaming, even after our common sense decreed we should stop.

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    4. "Well 'done'" even...apologies for the typo. :)

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    5. Oh, the dreams do keep us going, E.C. :)

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    6. Perfect! This was great, EC. Loved it.

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    7. Lol at the elevator in the brain :). Good on ya Dawn - keep on dreaming!!

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    8. We must never give up on the power of love. Dawn and I both will keep on dreaming.

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    9. Beautifully written. Poor Dawn. She still thinks happiness and a reason for her eyes to shine will come from another person, when she actually has to find those things within herself.

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  10. Interesting words, I don't know yet what I will do with them, but there'll be something by Friday.
    I can provide words for March :)

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    1. River: I look forward, as always, to your use of the prompts. And thank you for volunteering for March. I will do April.

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  11. NOBL.
    SHINE.
    EXPRESSIVE.
    CHARM.
    ODD.
    BIGGEST.

     This is my story
                                 He being an officer and a gentleman in the Brigade of Guards Major Ronald Trump -Worthy had little difficulty unconsciously flouting his (EXPRESSIVE) (CHARM), he being of(NOBLE) birth Major Trump - Worthy would not deem it to be (ODD) being considered the (BIGGEST)  bigot in the mud and slush of the British trenches, when he ordered his batman to keep the (SHINE) on his boots,; whatever the cost.
     Posted on my blog... Vest Daily Gaggle.

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    1. Vest: Great use of the words. Sigh. Sadly there were more than one clone of this 'gentleman'.

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    2. Trump-Worthy...I think not. But do agree with "bigot in the mud and slush". Words are good but too linked to Donald Trump in my brain.

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    3. Trump, huh? A coincidence? I think not.

      Good job!

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  12. noble
    shine
    expressive
    charm
    odd
    biggest

    The little noble girl sat upon her pedestal with a crooked little smile. The gems that she wore around her neck gave off a radiant shine but, despite the jewels and the practiced smile, it was her eyes that were the most expressive.

    He, on the other hand, had a natural charm.

    It was odd. He was easily the most rotten crook on the isles. A master thief with his sights set upon the biggest haul he could master. But in that hall, he found himself lost...not in her gems...but in her eyes.

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    1. Robert Bennett: Love this. And wonder whether her crooked smile means that he has found a kindred spirit. He is lost anyway...

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    2. It truly depends on who pulls who in what direction. ;)

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    3. Oh yes Robert she charmed him with her feminine wiles that reflect in female crooked smiles:-)

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  13. Hi EC
    "The shine of her expressive smile charmed the noble man – but he was dead, so why was she looking at him as if he was real. She was wondering if she could create her biggest Halloween spookery ever … now what was that odd idea she had?"

    Cheers ... love everyone's ideas ... Hilary

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    1. Hilary Melton-Butcher: Oooh. Charming the dead is fraught with peril.

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    2. What? Was she considering posing the cadaver for Halloween? Yes what an odd idea she had...or what you had. LOL

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  14. I caught a trout on a crawfish one time....wait, wrong word:)

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    1. Rick Watson: I once (and only once) tickled a trout.

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  15. I'll see what I can do and will post on my blog. Great words...angels in elevators...hmmmm.

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    1. only slightly confused: I saw what you created (and loved it) before I headed out for the day.

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  16. Oh no :( I had no idea that Jacqueline had a stroke. I do very much enjoy her blog but I'm so on overdrive lately that my visits to other blogs is very slow going. I did just leave her a message, and I hope she gets it soon because if she's venturing online, that will mean she's getting better. Thank you for the heads up.

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    1. mail4rosey: Sadly our Jacqueline isn't on line at the moment. We can only hope.

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  17. I'm thinking a lot can be done with angel and passion.
    I love reading the comments with people's stories. I'm sorry that I don't play the game, I'm still writing both books and it wipes me out mentally. It doesn't take much. LOL

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    1. Sonya Ann: Two books? Tell me more. Reading two books can wipe me out, so colour me impressed.

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  18. Okay, I tried it with a picture this week. Hope that fits the genre :) http://fromthesol.blogspot.com/2016/10/words-for-wednesday.html

    Andrea @ From The Sol

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    1. Andrea Priebe: I saw yours too before I headed out this morning. The genre is infinitely flexible, and yes, it fits. And was fun.

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  19. What a noble and expressive demeanour you exhibit, my dear! Said the biggest giant to his beloved. His charm carried a certain shine, an odd gigantic charm, if you like.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. A Cuban in London: I love the thought of a charming and noble giant. They are too often painted as nasty. Or a tad dopey.

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  20. Not sure if you have a word limit but here goes

    She'd gone along with her older sister that day - an open day at an animal refuge.

    She had taken a shine to him as soon as she walked into the enclosure.

    She had looked at the dog with those large expressive eyes - please take me home they seemed to say. If only, she had thought.

    Later her sister pointed it out to her. An absolute bargain, her sister had said.

    A bit odd shaped but so full of charm. In good condition, so many rooms and a lovely big garden. It would be the answer to all your problems.

    By the end of the day she had agreed to buy the odd shaped house that had been on the market for over a year. The biggest decision she had made in her life.

    Such a noble deed, her sister had said.

    It would solve the dilemma of her unit lease prematurely coming to an end plus an ageing mother who needed more care. Being single meant mother could live with her.

    She just looked at the sister and smiled. Noble - indeed!

    Yes, she thought inwardly, she would bring mother to live with her but as soon as she was able she would also bring the beautiful noble looking golden retriever with the large expressive eyes to live with and share with her the biggest back garden in the street.

    Cathy


    Cathy @ Still Waters










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    1. Cathy: No word limit. And I do love this story. And the noble golden retriever coming home with our heroine. Thank you for joining us.

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    2. Hi Cathy! I am so excited that you have joined us. Wow, great story and never too long or too many words. You did just what it takes. Bravo my friend!!

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    1. weekend-windup: I hope you can join us.

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  22. Her expressive speech was noble but her biggest attribute came from her odd charm.

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    1. Linda Starr: Charm is always a winner isn't it?

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  23. YESSS,
    did you know "PASSION" is one of my
    all time fave. words?!!!

    xxxx

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    1. My Inner Chick: I am not at all surprised. Your passion for life and for justice show. Big time. Hugs.

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  24. I can't reply to any comments for some reason- but Cathy's was so touching. I loved the way she strung the words together into such a great story. :) Bravo!
    ~Jess

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    1. DNS ~ Jess: Sometimes blogger does that. And yes, Cathy's story WAS great.

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  25. Here is my WFW on Friday. It is also posted on my blog. Now that mine is done I can read all the others:-)

    WEEPING WILLOW by Granny Annie

    See the NOBLE willow bend
    To swing it's leaves like a vine
    Swaying back and forth
    Giving off a lovely SHINE.

    How could a single tree
    Exude such EXPRESSIVE CHARM
    Only to inspire bored youth
    To intend bringing harm?

    The BIGGEST tree in the forest
    Neither dangerous or ODD
    Until the ax felled it's shelter
    Exposing the roots and sod..

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    1. Great image and writing! I enjoyed this and you inspired me!

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    2. Granny Annie: I loved this sad piece. Thank you.

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    3. Well written, Granny Annie. Though hated to see the tree felled:(

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  26. Well my dear Elephant... You shall be shocked.. I wrote and shared my story on the blog today! I hope you enjoy and much kindness and deepest honor to Jacqueline!

    https://gingerharman.blogspot.com/2016/10/fable-friday.html

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    1. Ginger Dawn Harman: Oh good. I will be over to check it out shortly.

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  27. I loved reading some of the writing the prompts inspired! Great fun.

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    1. cleemckenzie: They are. And I am amazed each week at the different directions the same prompts take people in...

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  28. Grannie Annie The poet does it again . great stuff.

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  29. LEE. Thank you for your Kind comment.

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  30. Lots of talent here.
    Have a great one, EC.

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  31. This is my friend Sue's 2 stories. Better late than never, she said!

    Oh my goodness, the BIGGEST eyes I have ever seen, although it was ODD that one eye was a different colour to the other, like David Bowie. They were so EXPRESSIVE.

    He sat there ,looking at me and I felt my heart begin to race.

    He was CHARM personified, from his NOBLE head to the SHINE on his hair. He was proud and haughty and I wanted him. I was totally besotted and couldn't wait to get him on his own and in my bedroom and indeed my bed.

    We ran up the stairs 2at a time, he turned at the top, more eager than me , and looked back at me with those strange, liquid eyes.

    We fell on the bed together and lay on our backs gazing at each other, enjoying the moment.

    Then I leant over and slowly began to rub the hair on his chest, he closed his eyes, his tongue pink and soft ,peeped out between his lips in ecstasy.

    His legs twitched, as I rubbed harder.
    "who's a lovely boy then, who's mummy's good boy"
    Yep there's no doubting it a dog is definitely a girls best friend.



    I glared at it with a PASSION, so angry, so frustrated. You would think looking at me that this was a real crisis in my life, but no, in ACTUALITY I couldn't get the TOP of the damned jam JAR.

    Eventually in a fit of complete stupidity I flung it across the kitchen. I watched it as it rose in a graceful arc, up and then down, and through the lounge door to land unscathed and roll along the sofa, still intact.

    Now I'm no ANGEL, in fact I admit to having a flash temper and I could feel it rising now. My blood pressure going up like an ELEVATOR in a skyscraper.

    I yelled, and stamped my feet and then looked embarrassed as my 10 year old son picked up the the jar, looked at it and unscrewed the top with no problem at all.

    I glared at himself through narrowed eyes, he stared back all innocent.

    I grabbed the jar out of his unprotesting hands, smiled through gritted teeth and muttered, 'I must have loosened it'!

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    1. Margaret Adamson and Sue: Thank you so much. Never, ever too late. Particularly with brilliant stories like these. I have loosened many a jar myself...

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