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, and mixing and matching is encouraged.
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.
Huge thanks to River for providing the prompts last month. The prompts will be here again this month and are provided by Sean Jeating.
This week's prompts are:
- catch,
- hurry,
- panting,
- running,
- train,
- forehead,
- minutes,
- saved,
- seats,
- sweat
Charlotte (MotherOwl) has given us Pebble Grey as the colour of the month. If you can also incorporate it into your stories she (and I) will be grateful.
Have fun.
Hi EC and Sean ... here are both of mine ... I'll be around ... cheers Hilary:
ReplyDeletePanting … running to catch the train … was too much … she was in a hurry … the pebble grey mist swallowed her … now she can't find her way ...
*****
The pebble grey sweat dappled his forehead … I don't think I wanted him sitting with me in the seats I'd saved for us. He has a few more minutes before the train leaves to find a seat: so boy go find a new seat!!
Hilary Melton-Butcher: Pebble grey sweat? Eeeuw. I don't think I would want him anywhere near me.
DeleteThose would be easy to combine into one story.
ReplyDeleteAlex J. Cavanaugh: So do it. Mind you I suspect that some of the stories will surprise you (and me).
DeleteKatie, going by her mother’s dictum, was a horse. Horses sweat, men perspire, ladies dew. She had only been a couple of minutes later than usual but didn’t think she was going to catch the train. Hurry as she might, the train was getting ready to leave when she reached the station and running had been her only option. She plopped down panting.
ReplyDeleteShe wiped her sweaty forehead (sorry mum) with her sleeve and turned to thank Rosie who had saved her a spot next to her on the pebble grey seats. She did hope that they didn’t absorb her ‘dew’ and change colour on the short trip to the city.
Panting, in a hurry to catch the train, the man was running full out. He managed to grab a handrail and swung himself on board. It was only when the conductor pushed open the door for him, he realized he'd forgotten to purchase his ticket.
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