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 Sean Jeating for providing the prompts last month. The prompts will be here again this month and are provided by Alex J. Cavanaugh.
This week's prompts are:
- Parachute
- Reindeer
- Shark
- Clay
- Ruins
And/Or
- Telescope
- Totem Pole
- Black
- Severed
- Surf
Charlotte (MotherOwl) has given us Pearl Opal Green as the colour of the month. If you can also incorporate it into your stories she (and I) will be grateful.
Have fun.
In related news. This year is rapidly drawing to a close and I am seeking people who are happy to provide the prompts (either here or on your own blog) next year. If you are able to do so, please let me know in the comments, stating which month suits and whether you will post here or on your own blog. I hope to be able to post next year's schedule some time next month.
Very wildly random prompts this week. I need to think them over.
ReplyDeleteThe months just flew by, can't believe it's november already. I don't think I've been participanting as much but I always check out the prompts/words as I find them useful in making me write something even when I don't finish them. I would be interested in providing the prompts and hosting them in any month.
Have a lovely day.
lissa: Thank you.
DeleteHi EC - I'll return with my entries anon.
ReplyDeleteRe the prompts for 2025 - I'll be very happy to provide one month's worth ... whichever month that suits ... just not January please ... as I'll be giving another talk ... cheers for now - Hilary
Hilary Melton-Butcher: Thank you too. Another talk in January? Busy times.
DeleteI’ll provide the prompts for any month but January next year.
ReplyDeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: I am so pleased that so many of you are volunteering already. Thank you.
Delete‘What would you like for our fifth wedding anniversary Sarah?’
ReplyDelete‘I don’t know Brad. Something simple and decorative. Nothing black though – I find it depressing.’
Which wasn’t any help. Brad really, really wanted to show her how much he cared. Suitable gifts for that anniversary apparently included wooden items. A totem pole wouldn’t be too big an expression of his love, but their fourth floor flat had nowhere to put it. The gemstone for this anniversary was the sapphire but he feared she would need a telescope to see any that he could afford.
Then he had a brainwave. He was going to surf the net. He would wait until she had gone to bed, open her lap top, and look at her browsing history.
Too many hours later he was more confused than ever. She apparently spent a lot of time googling Canada. He had already nixed the idea of a totem pole and a reindeer wasn’t a happening thing either. Nor was that pearl opal green dress made of parachute silk. She would look amazing in it, but it would cost him an arm and a leg, severed by the loan sharks.
He groaned. His plans were in ruins. And then he saw it. A gorgeous, elegant clay sculpture of an owl. Within their price range. Done. And closing down from the web, he headed to bed – knowing that he would have to get up and go to work in a very few hours.
He hoped she would like it. He really, really hoped so.
I don't know if she'll like it, Brad. I think you should have gotten her a parachute for the reindeer she has secretly adopted. That reindeer is a member of Santa's team. Strangely, his name is Shark. Santa's team was in ruins before Shark joined because too many of the reindeer had hooves of clay.
DeleteRelax, Brad, she will love it.
DeleteJanie Junebug: I hope that Shark can resurrect Santa's team and love your take on Alex's prompts.
DeleteReindeer and shark - that will be an interesting combination!
ReplyDeleteAlex J. Cavanaugh: And you set that interesting (and challenging) combination.
DeleteIf I haven't moved to my last dwelling six feet under by then, I would take October again.
ReplyDeleteSean Jeating: Good.
DeleteHis PEARL OPAL GREEN PARACHUTE billowed and rocked as he gently descended to earth. He had SEVERED connection with others of his kind, unless in the event of the most dire emergency. REINDEER nibbled on lichen all around him, the snow baked as hard as CLAY, yet they pawed through it and survived on tasteless morsels – a hard won diet at that. He set up his TELESCOPE to scan his surroundings and saw the RUINS of an old research station. This could provide shelter and a windbreak; soon the searing light of day would yield to the BLACK of night. As he neared the crumbling structure he saw what could only be a TOTEM POLE. It was so out of place, and there were not even trees to construct one. Perhaps members of one of the coast tribes had served here and brought their essential spirituality with them. Maybe it evoked dreams of their home, of SURF and SHARKS, and best of all of salmon. What he wouldn’t give for salmon smoked over a cedar fire. A can of sardines was not going to be quite the same.
ReplyDeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: Salmon or sardines? No contest. I would like to know more about this adventurer and his world. I am getting the sense that a disaster has happened.
DeleteSanta looked around in concern.He fingered the chord on his pearl opal green, rocket-propelled, parachute that could carry him down, up or forward, as his reindeer headed for shark-infested waters. He closed his eyes, tightened his hand on the chord and then risked a peep. He gave a relieved sigh and a, "Ho, ho, ho," as the sleigh evened out and the clay ruins on the Sunda Islands came into sight.
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