This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Words for Wednesday is now 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 Fulcher. They will also include photographs.
This week's prompts are two very evocative photographs taken by Bill Dodds.
Have fun.
I've been waiting impatiently for these prompts. Now You've got to wait for my midnight to read what I wrote.
ReplyDeleteI continue the tale of Susan. This chapter does not contain very much magic.
DeleteRichard and Gr-Grandpa Elliot with his cane struggled through tall grass. "Papa, don't you think we should go back? This is too hard for you." At that moment, they saw headstones nestled in tall grass. "See that, boy? That is my grandpa..." They wandered through the cluster of headstones. Grandpa Elliott caressed each one, telling of that cousin,that aunt, his own grandma, and told stories of their lives. "This one, he was in the Civil War..." As they turned to struggle back. Richard asked, "Why do we come here? No one else remembers these people anymore." Papa stopped, looking back, "I remember
ReplyDeletethem. I know their stories." Papa paused and looked at his grandson. "And now you can remember then. You know their stories now." Tell your son, your grandson." They walked in silence.
Susan, this is so moving. I'm blinking back tears. Well done.
DeleteExcellent.
DeleteBittersweet story.
DeleteExcellent ... very evocative ...
DeleteI love exploring my family history. I traced my mother's maternal line all the way back to a King Egil of Sweden in the 3rd century.
DeleteYes in years gone past, this was the only way stories were past down through generations I moving story. Thanks Susan
DeleteThinking of you a lot my friend.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos. I've been concerned about you. Hoping all is okay.
ReplyDeleteIs it already time for Words for Wednesday? How the time flies by. Great photos from the contributors.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you, EC.
Been thinking about you.
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better.
I'm still stuck on W. for W. from, like, two weeks ago!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you, E.C. xx Bea
Ah yes, these captivating photos bring many thoughts to mind. Not too eerie but very nice indeed!
ReplyDeleteCombined that could be one heck of a story.
ReplyDeleteThere should be many good stories from those two pictures.
ReplyDeleteI knew this was going to be photo week, but I'm still not ready. I'll set the brain to 'percolate' and see what happens.
ReplyDeleteRUOK? And Jazz and his highness the smaller portion?
My story will be up soon.
ReplyDeleteHello there, been thinking of you a lot and sending a big hug.
ReplyDeletePeeking through the woods and seeing the old grave stones I just wondered who names were there, did I know of them! The tall grass looked so pretty as did the surrounds and thinking how sad it was that no one looked after them anymore.
ReplyDeleteHope you are feeling a little improved EC :)
yes i agree it is sad when no one looks after the graves.
Deletemine is posted here: Winter Sun ~ 13
ReplyDeleteHi EC - I too hope you're healing and feeling easier. Take care ... as too all east coasters I can't imagine the worry/pain of those fires.
ReplyDeleteRe the photos ... Planet 'Earth' as I seem to be called wondered aloud to itself 'how long those two-legged creatures, called humans, would keep re-inventing themselves, so they can live on me - mind you, they are exploring the space above'.
Our world is so special ... we all enjoy ourselves as we turn in the celestial sky ... the flowers bloom, the creatures roam, the seas revel in their ocean freedom ... we're happy with our lot and we benefit each other, we've adapted - and I embrace the long years some of us live out our lives ... those trees give generously to those humans ... shelter, fuel, food ... but underneath - we the organisms of my planet know our stretch and strength ...
Let's hope those humans can also benefit the land they tread and sail ... rather than destroy all around them ...
Good luck all - cheers Hilary
People need to be taught to respect the world. It's interesting how many rich people seem not to be. It seems that they think the world and everything in it is there to serve them and they don't have to give back anything.
DeleteThanks Cie - we are living through interesting times, but as you rightly say - we all need to be improving this earth ... we should care. Cheers Hilary
DeleteYes as you say our world is special and I cannot get over how many people abuse it. Good story Hilary.
DeleteI use photos as prompts all the time. I try to take random pictures of things that appeal to me during the day and when I sit down each evening to write, I grow with what flows.
ReplyDeleteI've missed you a lot but haven't wanted to be obtrusive. I don't know if I'll end up doing this prompt or not because I have so many other projects going on, but I may manage to incorporate it!
ReplyDeleteJust dropping by to express love and appreciation. You're a wonderful woman, friend, and earth-shaking dearheart.
ReplyDeleteMuch love.
Love those photos, don't you. Take care!
ReplyDeleteTeresa
I love your photos. Best wishes for you to feel really well in the coming days. Take care of you.
ReplyDeleteI did end up using the (beautiful) photos and wrote a depressing poem. So, for anyone who dislikes depressing poetry, or poetry in general, this is your warning that you don't want to follow this link.
ReplyDeleteBullying Hurts for a Lifetime
Great prompt. I LOVE the second pic.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you.
Hugs
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ReplyDeleteWhat haunting images. Esp the first. I'm glad to even read the words "inspire to write" because it reminds me again how much I love everything words. Thanks for the happy nudge.
ReplyDelete- Jennifer
Amazing images …
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
I was not quite sure why I went into this direction but I did - here it is -- the woman in the sun. Enjoy.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.
Oh, the first picture calls out to me; but as usual my post written before I popped in for blog rounds has nothing to do with the prompt. I have frequented many grave yards, particularly old ones and it makes me very sad to see an old (what was probably a family cemetery or a long forgotten church cemetery) abandoned and not take care of. With the grasses as tall as they are, no doubt they have literally buried the stories that other stones tell. Awesome picture though, has such feeling. Hope it encourages many to write, those of you who write so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting the pictures. He has some beautiful pictures. Be well.
ReplyDeletehttps://nothoughtsnoprayersnonothing.blogspot.com/2019/11/wednesday-words-picture.html
Oops, I forgot, I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteThe first picture reminds me of the African American graveyard next door to our lot in North Carolina. Originally it was a hidden graveyard used by slaves and some of the stones went back to the 1800s. Technically they were only supposed to use it twice more - as arranged by the man who bought and developed the area, but they came more than that and buried their loved ones alongside their families for several more years. The area was temporarily covered with their very expensive cars so that the current residents were "locked in" for a while. Then they all disappeared and eventually came no more. Once in a while, someone would come to cut the grass but how long that would last we will never know.
Will try and remember this week.