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
Here are this week's prompts.
- Lever
- Poison
- Fragrance
- Between
- Immediate
- Oven
And/or
- Sunshine
- Feathers
- Rotten
- Dubious
- Becoming
- Hard
Have fun.
"Have fun."
ReplyDelete… and I'm sure folks will, and I'll be back as Arnie would say LOL! to read them.
Happy mid-week wishes.
All the best Jan
Lowcarb team member ~Jan: Some day we will tempt you to join us. Thank you for reading and your support.
Delete'Poison is my potion' is the tagline for one of the most insidious rotten scents I have ever endured.
ReplyDeleteYou can tell when she is coming, you can certainly tell where her 'marinated ' self has been, particularly in the oven like temperatures produced by our summer sunshine. Between ourselves Christian Dior knew what he was doing when he named that fragrance. An alluring scent? I will hope that he pardons my French but that is complete horse feathers . It is 'Pure Poison' to me, and the effect is immediate.
Between you and me I am fast becoming a poster child for grumpy old women. It doesn't take much to trip that lever either. Having to work in an office which reeks of the stuff makes me feel ill, and reinforces the dubious benefits of open plan workplaces. She cannot realise just how hard it is to stay even moderately polite... Do you think I could claim workers compensation for the headaches and nausea she and Christian Dior give me?
I'm the original "Grumpy Old Woman"...get in line, EC! lol
DeleteI love your use of the words. Well done! :)
When it comes to "scented" environments, I'm as grumpy as you are. Even worse when I'm on a bus and can't get away from the stench. An excellent way to use the words.
DeleteWell done EC ... great take and yes ... pongs around that shouldn't be: people - pouff!, e-cigarettes are worse than proper ones I think - except stale ones. Cheers Hilary
DeleteThus the line, "Nice scent. Must you marinate in it?"
DeleteNo one like to be forced to endure unwanted scents, specially when they are overbearing. Well done.
DeleteI was too exhausted to write my little story the other night and went straight to bed.
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Oh that's brilliant, I loved it!
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My dear departed used 'White Diamonds'You could tell when she was near. White Diamonds has vanished from sale likewise its promoter LT. Well Done EC>
DeleteOh I'm with you on the stench of 'perfumed' items....they made my life a living hell at work for years. Strangely, now they don't seem to bother me quite as much.
ReplyDeleteonly slightly confused: There are some shops I simply cannot go into because of the pong. And lifts/elevators are often a problem.
DeleteAnother thing is all the "scented" laundry powders and liquids available now. In vain I search for something not labelled 'exotic' or whatever other label they use. I'm thinking of sending these companies an "all-caps" email.
DeleteCrow shook out his glossy black feathers and let the sunshine warm him after a somewhat chilly night. He was becoming just a little hungry when the fragrance of something rotten reached his nostrils. It was hard to ignore. "Old lady Abercrombie must be cleaning out her fridge of it's dubious remains." he thought. "Well, what's poison to the old girl is heaven to me and immediately he took flight in the direction of her little house on the edge of the woods. The old lady waited grimly, one hand on the lever of her oven door. "Fresh baked crow tonight." she gloated.
ReplyDeleteAnother great use of the words! Well done,
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only slightly confused: As a confirmed lover of the corvid family I hope that the old lady goes hungry. Love your use of the prompts though.
DeleteOh no! I hope Crow spots the open oven door soon enough and veers away. Good story.
DeleteHiya - really fun story line - excellent grim tale! Cheers Hilary
DeleteGreat story and plot. Can picture the old lady in cottage.
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Oh, dear. Everyone and everything has to eat, of course, but i cannot imagine crow making a tasty meal.
DeleteI happen to love crows, they are so intelligent. I just wish they had a sweeter song. My mother fed the crows and got a lot of entertainment from them. They knew when she was putting food for them on her big rock behind the house. I hope the old lady choke on her crow pie, lol... You made good use of the prompts.
DeleteOh that took a surprising turn indeed. I am a mad crow lover tho, and baked crow would have me grieving.....
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The best place for a dead crow or rook is the pigsty, they may be birds but the taste is not at all like K F Chook
Delete"She was DUBIOUS about lifting the LEVER that adjusted the OVEN door, but as every second ticked by she was BECOMING more aware IMMEDIATE action needed to be taken before the whole place exploded.
ReplyDeleteThe aroma emanating from the old stove certainly wasn’t a pleasant, inviting FRAGRANCE! It was ROTTEN beyond belief. The stench reminded her of rank, decaying, mouldy old FEATHERS. The noxious fumes were POISON - surely not healthy to be inhaled into one’s lungs.
BETWEEN her desire to get out of the place, into the SUNSHINE and fresh, sea breeze, away from the danger as quickly as possible - and the urgency of stopping the problem from erupting into an out of control furnace, she knew what she had to do.
She felt the heat of the HARD surface beneath her bare feet as she raced crossed the room."
Lee: A lovely use of the prompts, and I hpe she gets out into the sunshine soon. Very soon.
DeleteWow...hope she gets out of there in time.
DeleteOooh! did she adjust the oven before she ran or did she leave it to explode? Nail-biting suspense here.
DeleteHi Lee - I hope she was going to get out before an explosion took place ... well constructed ... cheers Hilary
DeleteLet's hope she was able to fling the lever up and run.
DeleteOh Lee, it wasn't a good day for cooking that day, lol. A humorous use of the prompts.
DeleteOh no, I wonder what happened next?
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I think that the only possible happening is Bound to happen so an enormous Gas explosion was inevitable."Bang".
DeleteNice combination!
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DeleteReally like how you used these words. I'd want to read more about your character.
ReplyDeleteNatalie Aguirre: There are already some intriguing characters emerging from these prompts aren't there?
DeleteRotten keeps sticking in my head right now.(lol) Hugs...RO
ReplyDeleteRO: Rotten is not a work I would associate with you. Ever.
DeleteNice selection of words. I'll see what I can do with them, if only I can stop coughing for a few minutes. I don't know if it's hayfever related, asthma related, accidental ciggie smoke or a cold. I don't feel at all sick, just can't stop coughing. Hope I'm not suddenly allergic to Lola.
ReplyDeleteRiver: I am so sorry to hear that you are coughing up a storm. I hope it eases off for you soon. Very soon.
DeleteHi EC - mine is from the second set ...
ReplyDeleteThe scene was set … a visit to Royal Ascot – there was bound to be sunshine, she could wear her beautiful feathered hat … shimmering peacock feathers – as she’d been told, it was very becoming.
She was tall, willowy and could get away with her outlandish headgear … heads will be turning – but so what … they won’t know she left behind the rotten corpse of the bird.
Life was hard, she felt dubious about the future … but the show must go on.
Always interesting to try and find 'a story' ... cheers Hilary
Hilary Melton-Butcher: Ooh an unexpected twist. And yes, many of those adorned with feathers did indeed leave the rotten corpse of the bird behind (whether they realised it or not).
DeleteOh, what a thought! And of course, you keep a stiff upper lip.
DeleteOh, the poor bird had to give up his best feathers and gave his all for the beautiful hat. Well done.
DeleteAh that poor bird and so many like him in the making of those hats. A nice twist to the story.
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But deep inside she was as ugly as sin.
DeleteMy story is up...https://peppylady.blogspot.com/2019/06/wednesday-pop-up-thirty-eight.html
ReplyDeletepeppylady(Dora): Off to read it now.
DeleteGreat words, my story is over here.
ReplyDeletemessymimi: As always I really enjoyed your use of the prompts.
DeleteSusan came in crying and scratching. She had been playing with an old rusty lever she had found where her dog had been scratching in the dirt. The fragrance of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen when she came in but she was too distressed to notice. Mother came to the rescue with calamine lotion, rubbing it between her affected finger and hands. The calamine lotion gave an almost immediate relief but then, Mother remembered that the bread was still in the oven.
ReplyDeleteBy Julia
Great use of the words. Well done!
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Julia: I love this - and glad that you were able to write a story when you woke up again.
DeleteOh dear, Another oven disaster.forgetfulness.
DeleteMy part 3 of the continuing story is here :
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Wisewebwoman: Off to read it now. In the full expectation I will love it.
DeleteI have posted Words on my Blog this week.
ReplyDeleteVest: I know. And am cheering for Betty.
DeleteGood word selection. I'll have to give it some thot.
ReplyDeleteSusan Kane: I am looking forward to seeing where your thoughts take you (and us).
DeleteNow the grumpy old MotherOwl is back in business. And I read and enjoyed all your stories just as much as I shun the pong of perfumes. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteat last, at last, I am becoming
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