Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wednesday, 3 October 2018

Words for Wednesday




This meme was started by Delores a long time ago.  Computer issues led her to bow out for a while.  The meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. 

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, which includes cheering on the other participants.  If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.


The prompts will be here this month but are provided by Margaret Adamson, and her friend Sue Fulton.  They also include photographs taken by Margaret's friend Bill Dodds.

This week's prompts are:



  1. Precipitation
  2. Lanky
  3. Grotesque
  4. Clockwork
  5. Still
  6. Transporting.





  1. Eskimo
  2. Cyclone
  3. Cassowary
  4. Waitress
  5. Cleaning
  6. Auditorium
Have fun. 
 

174 comments:

  1. The waitress was cleaning the auditorium when a cyclone hit and an Eskimo and cassowary landed next to her.
    She was just a little surprised...

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    1. Alex J. Cavanaugh: If she was only a little surprised I wonder what else she has seen. I am sure there are stories to be told...

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    2. Alex and EC- I thought the same thing about the waitress- she has most certainly seen some crazy stuff in her life. :)
      ~Jess

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    3. Waitstaff are trained to show no surprise no matter what you do. And they do see it all.

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    4. Short and funny. I'd like to know what happened next. And I agree, waitresses see a lot of things while keeping a stiff upper lip.

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    5. I am not surprised that she was surprised.

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    6. I certainly would have been very surprised!

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    7. what a surprise. this is great.

      have a lovely day.

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  2. Well, you can count me out-no precipitation hereabouts.

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    1. dinahmow: No precipitation here either. It is predicted but I won't be holding my breath.

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    2. We had a fair amount of precipitation last night. Thunder and lightning too :)
      Lola was a little jumpy.

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  3. wow...now that's a collection to get your head around,

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    1. only slightly confused: It is. It has made my head hurt.

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  4. I was just emailing with a Swiss friend yesterday and, for some reason, mentioned how I grew up in a really specific climate that never allows for rain in the summer months. We're on the ocean, it's a mild climate and the median temp is 64F/17C nearly year round. 'Our semi-arid climate doesn't allow for precipitation...' When I went to look out the window this morning, the pavement was dark with moisture. It may have actually rained a bit last evening. -also unusual for this time of year.

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    1. Bea: Love it. And wish that our pavement was dark with moisture.

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    2. On the ocean, mild climate, 17C nearly year round. Sounds like heaven to me.

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    3. do you take winter guests? It sounds like it would be heaven during the time of year that we are having below freezing temps!

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  5. It is a rule I tell you. I don't care who/what or where you are. Eskimo or cassowary it makes no difference. If you want precipitation it will never come.
    The opposite is equally true. If you have an event which the rain will spoil, like clockwork the skies will open. The waitress for the outdoor event, the cleaning staff transporting delicate items from the library to the auditorium, the lanky sports star hoping for his (or her big break)? If you are lucky the rain will be brief and gentle. The more important the event the less likely that will be. An outdoor wedding almost dictates a cyclone to drench the bride, the groom and their invited guests.
    And still we plan in the vain hope that the weather gods will be kind. It is grotesque to realise just how foolish we are trying to circumvent events which are out of our control...

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    1. You wrangled those words into shape nicely. And oh is it ever the truth...it will rain when you don't want it and vice/versa.

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    2. Nice work EC, and so true too.

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    3. Well done, EC....it brought back memories to me of a Christmas party I catered for back in the early 90s...set outdoors...for the hierarchy from Newlands Mine, at Glendon....when I was cooking at Lorikeets' Restaurant. The rain poured down that afternoon!

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    4. No matter what Weather is forecast , A dog show can produce many minor precipitations.

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    5. Loved it. And isn't it the truth.

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    6. it is almost like a Murphy's Law. If you toss away the sock that the dryer ate ages ago, the mate will suddenly appear in the next wash.

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    7. Great take on the word prompts and so very true.

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    8. nicely done.

      have a lovely day.

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  6. Hi EC - I thought 5 ... so five you got:

    Knock Knock who’s there said the waitress to the Eskimo …

    Muffle Muffle said the Cyclone as it spiralled around …

    Resonate Resonate mimed the Cassowary, its ornament vibrated …

    Cleaning Cleaning the waitress and the Eskimo murmured que sera, sera …

    Missed number 6!! Not doing it again ... but fun words ... tricky as you say - cheers Hilary

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    1. Very tricky, and well done.

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    2. Hilary Melton-Butcher: I loved this. Big smiles.

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    3. wow! I'm impressed! Great job!

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    4. What a fun word to fit the words into a story.

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  7. "Once again, almost like CLOCKWORK, Mission Beach, on the CASSOWARY Coast in tropical north Queensland had suffered damage from another rampant, unforgiving CYCLONE.

    Mother Nature’s GROTESQUE behaviour had caused heartbreaking devastation to the lush rainforest that fringed the beaches and surrounds.

    The frightened residents were huddled together in the resort’s large AUDITORIUM seeking shelter; to safely ride out the storm.

    A pretty young WAITRESS from the resort was selflessly entertaining the children with her antics and her wealth of children’s stories. Her LANKY offsider happily danced around like a seasoned performer, blowing up multi-coloured balloons, forming intriguing shapes much to the delight of both the kiddies and adults alike.

    Outside, the manager, dressed in protective clothing that made him look like an out-of-place ESKIMO was assisting the rest of the staff with the CLEANING chores.

    This was not their first rodeo!

    Broken branches, leaves, palm fronds, damaged outdoor furniture, shattered glass – a massive amount of debris - covered the decks surrounding the main buildings.

    The light PRECIPITATION STILL falling didn’t interfere with their dedicated determination.

    A convoy of army vehicles was due to arrive the following day. It would be TRANSPORTING the stranded guests to the nearest airport, 300 kms away."

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    1. Sounds like this wasn't their first rodeo. All hands on deck.

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    2. We call them hurricanes here, and they are nothing if not consistent world-wide.

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    3. Lee: I hear the voice of bitter experience here, and thoroughly enjoyed your take on these challenging prompts.

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    4. Very well done Lee. True story?

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    5. It is based on truth....I was managing the resort on Newry Island when Cyclone Joy decided to pay a visit over the Christmas-New Year period. I had 30 guests...adults and kiddies...to take care of during the duration!

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    6. Sad, yet with a promise of better to come. Keep up the figth, is what this tells me. Thanks.

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    7. When I read your storry I thought you were writing about the exact same Cyclone as the one I wrote about. My story is about Yasi and is totally true.I enjoyed your version very much.

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    8. Queensland is notorious for its devastating Cyclonic Weather. Most inhabitants are geared up and always waiting for the inevitable Great story Lee.

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    9. sad but these things do happen and I'm glad there are people like the waitress and the manager who are selfless and is very helpful.

      have a lovely day.

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  8. Okay...here we go:

    The red haired waitress slapped 2 shots of whiskey and two beer chasers down in front of Lou and Sid and sashayed back to her cleaning. Lou tossed his drink back then made a grotesque face. "What is this stuff?" he gasped. "It tastes like something straight out of prohibition."

    Sid grinned. The lanky miner downed his drink, smacking his lips in appreciation. "This IS straight out of prohibition." he confirmed. "It was brewed in grand pappies old still, 'Cyclone Nellie'. This here was his bar back in the day. He supplied all the alcohol for this place and transported several hundred barrels around the county. The old coot could sell ice to Eskimos but there was no difficulty in selling his whiskey. Lots of people wanted it. He put out a fresh batch once a month like clockwork. This bar still carries his name and the booze carries his 'Cassowary' label."

    "Well" Lou drawled, I was concerned about getting to the auditorium in this miserable precipitation but now I have no worries. The snow will melt right off us after a couple more shots of this rotgut."

    The two men laughed and ordered up another round.

    "Kinda grows on you, doesn't it?"

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    1. Excellent story, certainly colorful family history.

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    2. only slightly confused: Wow. That is a direction I didn't expect - and thoroughly enjoyed.

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    3. This is great Delores, sounds like a first chapter of something longer...

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    4. This reminds me of the Australinan Inspector "Bony" mysteries. They were good, more local coulour than whodunnits. I likes them and I like this story too.

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    5. A great story, Delores. :)

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    6. good use of the prompts.s

      have a lovely day.

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  9. I liked reading what others are coming up with for that one.

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    1. Mary Kirkland: So do I. I am constantly blown away by the very different directions the prompts take people.

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  10. I liked reading everyone's posts!

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    1. Romance Reader: So do I. Perhaps you will join us some time?

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    2. perhaps you will have alittle go next week. there are no right or wrong way of writin a story.

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  11. 31 comments already? That'll teach me to sleep in.
    It's a very diverse selection of words, I'm going to have to get a new thinking cap.

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    1. River: I hope you enjoyed your sleep in. And yes, I stretched my cap with these prompts.

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  12. These propts teased another chapter of my mock Autobiography out of me. I love that there's at least one word making me grope for my dictionary. This time a Cassowary had me.

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    1. Uglemor: I am really enjoying your autobiography - and super impressed that you use the words in the order they are presented.

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    2. No Althuogh I wrote a true story about Cyclone Yasi, Lees Cyclone was a different one - Cyclone Joy but not as strong as Yasi. there are a lot more Cassowaries down near Mission Beach and I was one of a team that went with fruit donated from Woolworths to feed them. They were so hungry, they fed from my hand. Such a priveledge.

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    3. Thanks. I have trouble imagining cyclones as an "everyday thing". I come from a country where nature is most peaceful. Wasps, vipers and an occaisional snowstorm being the worst.

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  13. I had been so looking forward to my returning to Queensland, Australia and visiting my family in Innifail. I have booked my flights months prior to my leaving date, TRANSPORTING me once more over to the other side of the world from Northern Ireland.

    What we did not know then was what was going to happen 4 days before i arrived there. CYCLONE Yasi, one of the most powerful cyclones to have affected Queensland since records commenced.was about to hit Innisfail and the weatherman is expecting PRECIPITATION, with flooding from excessive rainfall.

    All the residents of Innisfail and surrounding areas were informed to leave their homes and come to the enormous AUDITORIUM where they would be safe. Every one brought bedding and when everyone was safely in and half an hour before Yasi was expected, all doors were locked and were not opened for 24 hours. They were like an ESKIMO sheltering in his igloo. Everything worked like CLOCKWORK.

    They discovered on opening the door all the destruction around and some of the wreckage was now in GROTESQUE shapes but all inside were thankful that the eye of Yasi had deviated future down the coast to Mission beach. However there was a huge amount of CLEANING up to be done everywhere.

    My flight was the first one in since Yasi hit and I was overjoyed to find my family and their home STILL in one piece.

    It was not long before we made our way to Eddy Bay's small beach to see what damage had been done there. On nearing the beach, what a surprise we had when we saw the male CASSOWARY with his chick also making his way to the beach. We had assumed the little cafe would have been wrecked however we discovered minimal damage and were greeted by Diana, the LANKY WAITRESS who offered us refreshments.

    This is a true story.

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    1. I love it when the words fit in with a true story. Nicely done.

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    2. This story seems to lock in with Lees story. Same cyclone seen from another spot?

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    3. Margaret Adamson: Yasi was a ferocious beast. I am glad that your family was safe. And very glad for the cassowary too.

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    4. How awesome to be able to use all the words in a true story, especially with a cassowary! So glad your family were all safe!

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    5. I'm glad you were safe. and you use cassowary so well.

      have a lovely day.

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  14. Sorry not to participate but can see how using these words could be fun to play with.

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    1. Natalie Aguirre: It is fun, and I hope that some day you can join us.

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    2. perhaps next week you will have a try.

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  15. I hope I did this right. It was fun.

    The eskimo man held onto his cassowary while he watched, from the bleachers, the grotesque cyclone transporting the lanky waitress in circles around the school auditorium. After precipitation fell inside, all went still, and the waitress fell to the floor. Like clockwork the custodians ran from their closets and began cleaning.

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    1. T. Powell Coltrin: You did this exactly right. I loved reading your piece and am glad it was fun to write.

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    2. loved your take on the words but hope that Eskimo was not foolish enough to even go near a Cassowary as they can kill a person with there huge feet.claws

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    3. this sounds so sad and the waitress sounds like she didn't make it. good use of the prompts though.

      have a lovely day.

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  16. Interesting collection of words, I will join in again one day. I feel like my brain's a bit fuzzy right now ;)

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    1. Denise inVA: When you are ready. I hope the fuzzies clear.

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    2. hope the brain fog goes wuickly and you can join in nect week

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  17. A quick, short one.
    The precipitation fell like clockwork just as my lanky self stepped outside, changing my straight, stylish do into the kinked grotesque in a matter of seconds. Still, my ruined hair was worth it as I watched raindrops dancing, transporting the dry parched earth into the beauty of new growth and color.

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    1. That's lovely......all in all the bad hair day was worth it lol.

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    2. Sandra Cox: Love it. Raindrops dancing is a beautiful description. And how I wish it was here.

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    3. Aussie farmers would love a few of your bad hair days.
      Your unselfish actions creating precipitations is what is needed here on the land.

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    4. Love rains like that! They were always so cleansing when I lived in the desert of southern California. Washed the dust off everything!

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    5. I could just imagine all this and then you looking like a drowned rat but all worth it as you say.

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    6. the beauty of nature, nicely down.

      have a lovely day.

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  18. Are the computer issues over then? I hope so!

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    1. Crystal Collier: Sort of. If we don't turn the PC off we manage pretty well. Thanks.

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  19. Thanks for indulging my short attention span:

    Precipitation was Lanky.
    The Grotesque Clockwork was Still
    Transporting us through time. Drop by drop.




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    1. The Eskimo Cyclone did not prevent the Cassowary
      Waitress from Cleaning
      Auditorium! And Good for her!

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    2. Cloudia: Love it. And am so glad you could join us.

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    3. What a fun way of the use of these words Cloudia

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    4. wonderful!

      have a lovely day.

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  20. This would be a good writing exercise for kids.

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    1. Sandi: It is pretty good for adults too.

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    2. I aggree although I would think they may have to lok up the meanings of some of the words before they start!

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    3. I have to look up some of the words ... At least one word is new to me every Wednesday. Good for learning ;)

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  21. Dear EC, The precipitation today, which comes like clockwork during October, was transporting. It carried me back to when I was a lanky teen-ager, tall for my age and thin, not grotesque in the Gothic sense, but still feeling often at the high school mixers on the football field as if I were simply a piece of limp paper in silhouette, so thin was I. I wore raindrops for jewelry and muddy shoes for dancing. Peace.

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    1. Dee: This is a fascinating piece. I love the image you gave me of raindrops for jewellery.

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    2. I remember a girl with those statistics at my village school, her nickname was 'Stovepipe'. but she confounded everyone when she became a champion Basketball Wizard.

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    3. a wonderful story and use of the words!

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    4. Yes I coujld picture this story and in fact i reminded me of a girl like this in my grammer school

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    5. raindrops for jewelry - I like that.

      have a lovely day.

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    6. Dear All, thanks for commenting on the mini-story of the lanky girl and the raindrop jewelry. It's fun to try to get the five or six words into a short story that might have the makings of a longer one. Peace.

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  22. The subway that was transporting the lanky teen to his newest destination was behind schedule. He wasn't too concerned. He may've been thirteen years old but he'd experienced more in those years than adults three times his age. He understood that even though the subway late, his mark would be right on time. He was like clockwork that guy. Never late. Never early. That's why, when the subway stood still on it's tracks for five minutes, the teen didn't panic. He caught the train early enough to make sure he'd have plenty of time before his mark's train left his station.

    When the subway pulled into its destination and the crowds of people filled the platform, the pimply-faced teen spotted the man he was looking for in the sea of people waiting to board the next train. He examined the end of his umbrella to make sure everything was intact and found that it was. He noted that many of his fellow travelers carried umbrellas too and was thankful for the early morning precipitation.

    He walked over to his mark, making sure no one had taken notice of a the young kid with the backpack and the umbrella, then he stabbed the umbrella into the foot of the mark and blended back into the crowd before the man could register what happened. Within minutes, the mark was on the ground, his face frozen in a grotesque mask of pain and fear, dead from the injection administered through the umbrella tip. Before the police were able to get to the scene, the lanky, pimply-face boy, hopped onto the subway to his next destination. His next mark.

    Elsie

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    1. Elsie Amata: Wow. This is a very different take. Loved it, and wonder what the pimply-faced boy will have as a career.

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    2. As soon as you mentioned Mark then Umbrella, I had that feeling someperson was due for extinction. Chilling. Good stuff.

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    3. Frightening to think of, and unfortunately, something possible in this day and age. Well written!

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    4. Great Story As soon as you menetiioned the thirteen year old had an embrella, just like James Bond, he was goin to use it to kill.

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    5. oh my! that was unexpected, it started so carefree and the bang! great job.

      have a lovely day.

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  23. I didn't think they were easy words but everyone has done so well.
    One day - not sure when - I really must join in.

    Happy mid-week wishes

    All the best Jan

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    1. Lowcarb team member ~Jan: When you are ready.

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    2. You are right, NOt easy words but it has made people think and come up with some real good stories, yes hopefuly you will join in. perhaps next week?

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  24. The auditorium was packed with PTA and parental angst, their nervous anticipation heightened by the threat of a cyclone. Still there might be time for the Halloween pageant. The lights flickered, and then steadied. Small shrikes of fright came from behind the curtain and the metal folding chairs creaked under the nervous audience.

    Mildred, who'd come straight from her job as waitress in the Goose Neck Cafe, sat cleaning grease from under her fingernails. She'd sown the last stitch in Herbert's Eskimo costume after two a.m. In the morning light, her handiwork had made him looked more like a cassowary than a stalwart warrior. She almost wished that cyclone would come. Neither of them needed more humiliation in this town.

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    1. cleemckenzie: Poor Mildred. And Herbert. No-one needs humiliation. And those that receive it so often need/deserve it least.

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    2. I think I'll send in the cyclone and save them both from that humiliation; then I'll set out to make them heroes--they'll save three puppies from the disaster, and town will have to apologize. The End.

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    3. cleemckenzie: Thank you so much for giving me a happy ending.

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    4. I love happy endings. That's what I live for. Mildred and Herbert's could be one of those. Yay for the happy endings people.

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    5. cleemckenzie: Most definitely. A huge yay for happy endings.

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    6. Mildred A loving doting Mother. and the salt of the earth.

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    7. Loved the story and your happy puppy ending!

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    8. Loved the story adn then the final ending. That Mother was the salt of the earth.

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    9. The story had me almost curling up in aball from compassion. KLove the happy ending. They needed it.

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    10. what a fun take!

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  25. Mine has been posted here: fighting the cassowary I will have to read and comment on everyone's tomorrow...

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    1. Cindi Summerlin: I will be over to read it very shortly.

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    1. Furry Bottoms: Cassowary stumped a few people this week.

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    2. I am so glad I added Cassoway to these prompts and now a lot more people know about them and that they are the 3rd largest bird in the world and very pre hostoric lookiing but can be very dangerous

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  27. Furry Bottoms. Cassowary is a Flightless bird about the same proportions of a Emu. Cassowary is another name for a casserole with Dodgy ingredients.

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    1. Vest: I like your definitie of a dodgy casserole.

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    2. I think it might be dogy if it was made from Cassowary meat!

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  28. Words For Wednesday.All the fun of the fair.
    The words this week are proposed by Margaret Adamson and Sue Fulton. They are Precipitation. Lanky. Grotesque. Clockwork. Still. & and; Transporting. My story gleaned from them is headed 'All the Fun of The Fair'.


    The picturesque village of Frogsbotton lies in a small hidden valley within the Chiltern hills of Oxfordshire in England. Ancient thatched cottages line the several un-navigable lanes following the fast flowing village Brook.

    Frogsbottom named after the17th-century licentious second Earl of Frogsbottomar- although many years had passed since this nobleman had gone to hell the vibes from his tomb within the gothic church of Saint Robin The Thief was *still, to say the least; frightening.

    Of the one hundred, or more villagers most carried the same facial features and habitual traits which set them apart from inhabitants from surrounding villagers. the prime cause of this phenomenon is the seed of the Earl which had germinated the loins of most of the village maidens during his wicked lifetime.

    Strange stories abound in the village of *grotesque atrocities hangings and beheadings, headless horsemen and the like which give the jitters to unwary visitors *transporting them back in time Giving out the feeling something awful could happen at any moment Also the fun fair which had descended on the village proved to be not as funny as was expected.

    The centrepiece of the show was to be the newfangled 'Roundabout'; or' if you prefer a ' carousel' and at a rip off price of a penny a ride the most exciting experience for the day. the local village idiot could perceive, one whose height could cause a weather precipitation a large lanky lad of grotesque appearance headed for the carousel designed to accommodate normal people,

    After leaping on the wooden horse he was told to keep his head down during the ride. Soon after completing several circuits of bouncing and noise and frivolity from other children The *lanky lad stood tall in his saddle waving to onlookers as he cheered.

    Sadly the lanky lads cheering was brief and for one *clockwork circuit of the Carousel, His head being removed by a steel parallel support frame. Screams of horror from other children complimented the ghastly event. simply another to be recorded by the historians of Frogsbottom.

    Vest ... Daily Gaggle.

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    1. Ooh, well done, and purr-fect for Halloween.

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    2. well written and quite scary. Poor lanky lad!

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    3. Great story and well written but scary.

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  29. Looking at your words reminds me of my favorite English teacher, Sr. Anina in 8th grade at St. Mary's who was super super strict, and had the bad habit of rapping students' knuckles with a yardstick for not studying the 10 vocabulary words we had to study every night. She was instrumental in making me fall in love with the written word. Back then, many of us laughed at her antics, but we all know that's definitely considered physical abuse and would not have been tolerated. She would have loved Cassowary. Happy Thursday EC and Hugs! RO

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    1. I had to look up Cassowary:)

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    2. RO: I had teachers like that too. I think most of us did. And a dentist who slapped me. I hope your Thursday (it is Friday here now) is wonderful. And your Friday.

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    3. A dentist slapped you EC??? I would have slapped him back!

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    4. Magic Love Crow: I was young. Ten or eleven. She was drilling a nerve and a tear formed in my eye. It hadn't fallen but it was there. So she slapped me. Years later I still wish bad things on her.

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    5. I was caned in art class whenabout 10 years old (wel the whole class was) for painting the figure first as out art teacher has consistently told us for the provious 2 yeats not too. That day we all learned a valuablelesson and I personally NEVER made that mistake again!

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    6. Dang EC, I can only believe that she experienced some sort of karma, and the thought of her slapping you and her patients or any other act of cruelty truly saddens me. HUGE Hugs from across the way! RO

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    7. Magic Love Crow: Thank you. Water under the bridge.

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  30. Well done everyone!! Fun post EC! Big Hugs!

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    1. Magic Love Crow: Thank you. It is a fun meme.

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  31. So many good stories here :)

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    1. River: There are. Margaret and Sue's prompts, challenging as they were, have really focused lots of excellent minds.

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  32. WOW...well done everyone...I really enjoyed all these wonderful stories!!:))
    I had to look up cassowary too...:/

    Have a Great Weekend!

    A hug xoxoxo

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    1. Ygraine: Thank you. Some day these prompts will tempt you to write a wonderful poem. Hint, hint.
      I hope your weekend is wonderful.

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  33. I'm a bit late but here's my story:

    a clockwork journey

    thanks for hosting & have a lovely day.

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    1. lissa: Never too late. Heading over to check out your tale now.

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  34. Ahhh I missed words for Wednesday again! I'd so love clockwork to write on...
    I have to remind myself about the Wednesday challenge by putting a note in my planner each Tuesday. Haha.

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    1. Harlynn: You are not too late. Never too late. Post when you can.

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