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:
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.
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:
- noble
- shine
- expressive
- charm
- odd
- biggest
And/or
- passion
- actuality
- top
- jar
- elevator
- angel
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.
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) .
In anyone else would like to join in, please let us know in the comments (or send me an email) .
Good words. I'll be back to see what your readers come up with. That GrannyAnnie really does well with these.
ReplyDeleteThe Spooky Whisk: She does. Someday we will get you to join us too.
Delete:-)
DeleteWell 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.
DeleteI really mean it. You got the gift.
DeleteYou never know where the words will lead.
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
Mason Canyon: Oooh. I do like this. And wonder whether the ghosts can do more than just give her the eye...
DeleteI like this too :)
DeleteBeing top salesperson without loving the job speaks to me of a cold, calculating woman. No wonder the ghosts are giving her the evil eye.
Ha! Good one.
DeleteGreat for Halloween. Were those spooky ghost eyes in the olive jar? LOL
DeleteGood job with the words! The gal sounds like a cold fish... maybe she's a ghost, too.
DeleteOdd, I like that.
ReplyDeletedonna baker: Does it tempt you to join us?
DeleteAnd here is my effort using this week's words...
ReplyDelete"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."
Lee: Well done. If it works, do it.
DeleteLee; 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?
DeleteThanks EC and River. :)
DeleteGood one, Lee.
DeleteWow all the twists and turns and elevator climbing you had it all:-)
DeleteYou turned the words into an excellent essay. It feels very much like an expression of your own beliefs. Good job!
DeleteThis was great, Lee.
DeleteOOOO Good ones!
ReplyDeleteCloudia: I am looking forward to seeing where they take people. Hint, hint.
DeleteEC, I've just put a (very late) comment on Sunday's selections - I hope you see it :)
ReplyDeleteAlexia: I did, and will be over to respond in a minute. Thank you.
DeleteNoble shrine
ReplyDeleteSo 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)
Martin Kloess: Sigh. Sadly true.
Delete:) :)
DeleteYou certainly stirred the emotions with that one. Bravo!
DeleteSad, but true.
DeleteBest 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)
ReplyDeleteHappy writing to all!
HBF: I look forward to seeing where the prompts take you - and am wondering which word refused to fit.
DeleteHer 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.
ReplyDelete'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...
Poor Dawn, dreaming of the perfect love while making choices based on looks. Too often good looks are based on self-absorbed vanity.
DeleteAn 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! :)
DeleteOh, yeah. Don't we all keep on dreaming, even after our common sense decreed we should stop.
Delete"Well 'done'" even...apologies for the typo. :)
DeleteOh, the dreams do keep us going, E.C. :)
DeletePerfect! This was great, EC. Loved it.
DeleteLol at the elevator in the brain :). Good on ya Dawn - keep on dreaming!!
DeleteWe must never give up on the power of love. Dawn and I both will keep on dreaming.
DeleteBeautifully 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.
DeleteInteresting words, I don't know yet what I will do with them, but there'll be something by Friday.
ReplyDeleteI can provide words for March :)
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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ReplyDeleteNOBL.
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.
Thumping good! :)
DeleteVest: Great use of the words. Sigh. Sadly there were more than one clone of this 'gentleman'.
DeleteTrump-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.
DeleteTrump, huh? A coincidence? I think not.
DeleteGood job!
noble
ReplyDeleteshine
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.
Robert Bennett: Love this. And wonder whether her crooked smile means that he has found a kindred spirit. He is lost anyway...
DeleteIt truly depends on who pulls who in what direction. ;)
DeleteRobert Bennett: Yup.
DeleteOh yes Robert she charmed him with her feminine wiles that reflect in female crooked smiles:-)
DeleteOooh, very nice. And romantic.
DeleteHi EC
ReplyDelete"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
Hilary Melton-Butcher: Oooh. Charming the dead is fraught with peril.
DeleteWhat? Was she considering posing the cadaver for Halloween? Yes what an odd idea she had...or what you had. LOL
DeleteI caught a trout on a crawfish one time....wait, wrong word:)
ReplyDeleteRick Watson: I once (and only once) tickled a trout.
DeleteI'll see what I can do and will post on my blog. Great words...angels in elevators...hmmmm.
ReplyDeleteonly slightly confused: I saw what you created (and loved it) before I headed out for the day.
DeleteOh 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.
ReplyDeletemail4rosey: Sadly our Jacqueline isn't on line at the moment. We can only hope.
DeleteI'm thinking a lot can be done with angel and passion.
ReplyDeleteI 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
Sonya Ann: Two books? Tell me more. Reading two books can wipe me out, so colour me impressed.
DeleteOkay, I tried it with a picture this week. Hope that fits the genre :) http://fromthesol.blogspot.com/2016/10/words-for-wednesday.html
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From The Sol
Andrea Priebe: I saw yours too before I headed out this morning. The genre is infinitely flexible, and yes, it fits. And was fun.
DeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
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.
DeleteNot sure if you have a word limit but here goes
ReplyDeleteShe'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
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.
DeleteHi 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!!
DeleteWill try what can be done...
ReplyDeleteweekend-windup: I hope you can join us.
DeleteHer expressive speech was noble but her biggest attribute came from her odd charm.
ReplyDeleteLinda Starr: Charm is always a winner isn't it?
DeleteYESSS,
ReplyDeletedid you know "PASSION" is one of my
all time fave. words?!!!
xxxx
My Inner Chick: I am not at all surprised. Your passion for life and for justice show. Big time. Hugs.
DeleteI 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!
ReplyDelete~Jess
DNS ~ Jess: Sometimes blogger does that. And yes, Cathy's story WAS great.
DeleteHere is my WFW on Friday. It is also posted on my blog. Now that mine is done I can read all the others:-)
ReplyDeleteWEEPING 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..
Great image and writing! I enjoyed this and you inspired me!
DeleteGranny Annie: I loved this sad piece. Thank you.
DeleteWell written, Granny Annie. Though hated to see the tree felled:(
DeleteWell 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!
ReplyDeletehttps://gingerharman.blogspot.com/2016/10/fable-friday.html
Ginger Dawn Harman: Oh good. I will be over to check it out shortly.
DeleteI loved reading some of the writing the prompts inspired! Great fun.
ReplyDeletecleemckenzie: They are. And I am amazed each week at the different directions the same prompts take people in...
DeleteGrannie Annie The poet does it again . great stuff.
ReplyDeleteLEE. Thank you for your Kind comment.
ReplyDeleteLots of talent here.
ReplyDeleteHave a great one, EC.
This is my friend Sue's 2 stories. Better late than never, she said!
ReplyDeleteOh 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'!
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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