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:
- pyromaniac
- midnight
- parrot
- frozen
- razor's edge
And/Or
- anguish
- alligator
- taco
- predictable
- staple
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. Thank you to all those who have volunteered so far - I am still hoping for some more though.
It was another one of those nights when I had worked so late I didn’t feel like preparing a proper meal, and we had FROZEN TACOS for dinner. I heated them in the microwave oven with the frenzy of a PYROMANIAC, and they were popping and spitting in protest. We sunk into the PEARL OPAL GREEN sofa we had picked up for a really good price at the charity shop, and realized as soon as we got it home it looked terrible. MIDNIGHT blue would have been a better choice, but at the time we were on the RAZOR’S EDGE of poverty, and colour choice was not uppermost on our minds, nor did it cause ANGUISH. The upholstery was separating from the frame, but a STAPLE or two worked wonders. It was no surprise that our dumb decisions did not stop there, so it was PREDICTABLE that we came home with a PARROT one day. It was so stressed it pecked out all its feathers and shivered naked on its perch. An ALLIGATOR would have been easier. I think that by now we have made all the bonehead choices one couple could reasonably make, and I am confident that making jewelry out of old beer cans to make an environmental statement is bound to succeed. We’re sure to make our fortune. Oh, and by the way, we voted for Trump.
ReplyDeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: Love it. And we have made the odd bonehead choice or two here as well over the years. Not as bad as that final one though.
DeleteHi David - I'm not sure I can compete with this ... but the grey cells might turn pearl opal green - who knows ... just enjoy those frozen tacos! Cheers - my offering will appear sometime soon ... cheers to you and EC - Hilary
ReplyDeleteOliver was nothing if not predictable. Tacos were his staple diet. Anything taco was fine by him. He would even eat alligator taco if it was offered to him.
ReplyDeleteHowever he loved Lily more. She had made it clear that their relationship was on a razor’s edge and that if he didn’t mend his ways it would be deader than John Cleese’s ex parrot.
He was in anguish. She had set a deadline of the following Monday for him to make a grand romantic gesture or he would be frozen out of her life. And he knew that she would stick to her word. He loved her dearly but had never found the words or the courage to tell her.
What to do? What to do? And then it struck him. It would take some organizing and some money but he had it. And his inner pyromaniac would enjoy it too.
He told her to be ready for him and to wear warm and casual clothing. He picked her up at 11.30 on Saturday night and drove her to the park where they met. He wouldn’t tell her anything. Nervously he waited for the church clock to strike. On the final stroke of midnight he told her to look up. Hundreds and hundreds of fireworks lit up the night. The finale? OLIVER LOVES LILY spelt out in huge pearl opal green letters across the sky. All she could say was oh Oliver but her hand crept into his and held it tightly. And when he added quietly ‘more than tacos’ she started to cry and flung herself into his arms.