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. And huge thanks to those of you who come back, sometimes time after time to cheer other contributors on.
Huge thanks to David M. Gascoigne for providing the prompts last month. The
prompts will be here again this month and are provided by Hilary Melton-Butcher .
This
week's prompts are:
- Tracts
- Lego
- Satirical
- Covered
- Breakup
And/or
- Violin
- Wheels
- Informer
- Bee
- Mountains
Have fun.
ELS SOMNIS PERDUTS.
ReplyDeleteEn un petit poble cobert per MUNTANYES, un INFORMADOR SATÍRIC anomenat Pere va trobar una RUPTURA inesperada a la seva rutina diària. Mentre assemblava un LEGO gegant, una ABELLA GROGA va sobrevolar el seu cap, portant-lo a un antic teatre oblidat. Allà, entre RODES polsoses i TRACTES foscos, ressonava el so d'un violí.
En Pere, intrigat, va descobrir que l'instrument guardava un secret: qui el toqués despertaria els fantasmes dels somnis perduts del poble. Amb valentia, va decidir fer sonar el VIOLÍ, desencadenant una melodia que va revelar veritats ocultes i va unir la comunitat en rialles. El riure es va convertir en el nou pacte, una COBERTA contra la tristesa.
Aquí teniu el meu.
Gràcies!
Después de copiarlo y meter en el traductor, te diré que me ha encantado tu historia.
Delete¡Muchas gracias, Antonia!
DeleteLa próxima vez ve al traductor que tiene en la página en la barra lateral, busca castellano y ya lo tienes. ;-)
sa lluna wrote:
DeleteLOST DREAMS.
In a small town covered by MOUNTAINS, a SATIRICAL REPORTER named Peter found an unexpected BREAK in his daily routine. While he was assembling a giant LEGO, a YELLOW BEE flew over his head, taking him to an old forgotten theater. There, among dusty WHEELS and dark TREATS, the sound of a violin resonated.
Peter, intrigued, discovered that the instrument held a secret: whoever played it would awaken the ghosts of the town's lost dreams. With courage, he decided to play the VIOLIN, unleashing a melody that revealed hidden truths and united the community in laughter. Laughter became the new pact, a COVER against sadness.
Here's mine.
Thank you!
This is lovely - and I hope we all find that violin. Thank you for joining us again.
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DeleteThank you for the translation Elephant Child.
DeleteAt first I thought it was another text until I translated it... Wonderful text!
Music ennobles everyone!!
Thanks EC for translating ... what a delightful tale - clever use of the words ... Lost Dreams - a society with laughter against sadness ... yes - well done Sa Iluna - thank you - cheers Hilary
DeleteSue: Moltes gràcies per la traducció!. Una errata de traducció: on poses "BREAK", toca BREAKUP; on poses "REPORTER" és INFORMER i on poses "COVER" és COVERED. Un plaer seguir en vosaltres.
DeleteEl blog de Katerina: És cert, la música ens toca l'ànima.
DeleteGràcies!
Hilary Melton-Butcher: El riure com la música són un bon antídot contra la tristesa. Moltes gràcies!
DeleteI hope we all find such music, it's a lovely story.
DeleteA wonderful and magical story!
DeleteWhat fine a piece of writing!
DeleteDon't we all need 'una coberta contra la tristesa?
messymimi, Cindi, Sean : Moltes gràcies als tres!
DeleteLa música és molt important per fer desaparèixer la tristor.
Era un día muy especial. Los alumnos del instituto iban a realizar una excursión a las montañas. Allí había un gran refugio con una buena cantidad de habitaciones.
ReplyDeleteAndrés conoció la noticia cuando jugaba en el recreo con su lego.Poco a poco se fueron uniendo al grupo Inés la chica pelirroja que con su simpatía se había convertido en la lider del grupo. No tardaron en aparecer Tomás, Sergio, Carmen Dolores y otros muchos más. Al grupo se le unió el responsable e informador de la excursión de la dando datos precisos de las actividades y de las normas que había que cumplir.
Llegó el día y el flamante autobús a las ocho de la mañana ya estaba en la puerta del instituto. Todos excitados comenzaron a subir en orden. María llegó cuando ya se estaba subiendo el último y con tono satiríco este le preguntó. ¿Se te ha pegado las sábanas?. Ella trás dejar su maleta subió detrás de él y ni siquiera le contestó.
Había transcurrido dos horas cuando se internaron por un camino que les llevaba a las montañas. La mala suerte hizo que el autobús pinchara una rueda y tuviera que detenerse. Había un buen espacio a la derecha del camino y una casita de madera de la que salía una señora. La señora se dedicaba a la apicultura y tenía una buena producción de miel.La señora le dio a probar su rica miel y además le facilitó una valiosa información sobe la vida de las abejas.
Ellos probaron su rica miel y muchos decidieron que en el camino de regreso comprarían algún tarro para llevarselo a sus padres como regalo.
Por fin llegaron felizmente a su destino y alli estaba el encargado en la puerta tocando con orgullo su violín.
Las actividades en la montaña comenzaron ese mismo día. Cuando cenaron ya estaban tan cansados que cada uno se dirigió a su habitación. Cubiertos por dos mantas no tardaron mucho en dormir. Fueron unos días de buena convivencia pero hubo una serie de desavenencias entre la pareja formada por Victoria y Fermín. Nunca se ponían de acuerdo y eso provocó la ruptura de la pareja.
Los días pasaron rápidamente y llegó la hora de volver. Esta vez no hubo ningún incidente con el autobús, aunque se detuvieron en el camino para que los chicos y chicas compraran la miel.
VENTANA DE FOTO wrote:
DeleteIt was a very special day. The high school students were going on a field trip to the mountains. There was a large shelter there with a good number of rooms.
Andrés learned the news while playing with his Lego during recess. Little by little, Inés, the red-haired girl who, thanks to her friendliness, had become the group leader, joined the group. It wasn't long before Tomás, Sergio, Carmen Dolores, and many others appeared. The group was joined by the excursion leader, who gave precise details of the activities and the rules to be followed.
The day arrived, and at eight in the morning, the brand-new bus was already at the school gates. Everyone excitedly began to board in order. María arrived just as the last person was getting on, and in a satirical tone, she asked him, "Have you slept in?" After dropping off her suitcase, she got on behind him and didn't even answer.
Two hours had passed when they entered a path that led them into the mountains. Bad luck meant the bus had a flat tire and had to stop. There was a good space to the right of the road and a small wooden house from which a woman was emerging. The woman was a beekeeper and had a good honey production. She gave him a taste of her delicious honey and also provided him with valuable information about the life of bees.
They tasted the delicious honey, and many decided that on the way back they would buy a jar to take home as a gift to their parents.
Finally, they happily arrived at their destination, and there was the attendant at the gate, proudly playing his violin.
The mountain activities began that same day. By the time they had dinner, they were so tired that they each went to their rooms. Covered by two blankets, they soon fell asleep. They had a good few days together, but there were a series of disagreements between the couple, Victoria and Fermín. They could never agree, and that led to their breakup.
The days passed quickly, and it was time to return. This time there were no incidents with the bus, although they stopped along the way so the boys and girls could buy honey.
VENTANA DE FOTO: I can almost taste that honey. Well done - and what a fabulous excursion.
DeleteGreat story!!
DeleteI always love stories about honey and bees!!
Thanks Ventana ... so glad they had a successful and happy time - cheers Hilary
DeleteIt sounds like a good time was had by almost all of them, most will take great memories home as well as the honey.
DeleteA marvelous story and good use of the words!
DeleteUna historia muy completa, usando todas las palabras.
ReplyDeleteMe has hecho recordar mis excursiones. ;-)
Chelsea had read the tracts promoting Lego that said what a wonderful toy it was – guaranteed to exercise any child’s creativity and imagination. Hours of fun.
ReplyDeleteAt three thirty this morning nursing a badly bruised foot she had a more satirical piece in mind.
‘Your house rule is that all toys should be put away before bed? Forget it. Even if you think that all of the mountains of Lego are safe in their box there will be one escapee. It will be covered up by something but when you sneak through the house in the dead of the night trying to be quiet it will insinuate itself under your foot causing intense pain. Even the tiny wheels have intractable and sharp corners. A bee sting is trivial by comparison. Your stifled squawk will make a badly tuned violin sound musical. Your children will breakup laughing at their clumsy mama. Each will turn informer blaming the others for the omission.
Lego – fun during the day and a torture chamber at night!’
LOL! Oh yes indeed! There's always at least one Lego piece that somehow manages to zero in on an undefended foot. Nice use of the prompts, and thanks for the chuckles!
DeleteWell done EC - much more concise use of the words than mine ... so believable ... loved it! Cheers Hilary
DeleteSue: Molt divertit i ben cert això que expliques. M'ha agradat molt el teu relat!
DeleteLOL. I loved this, EC. And innit the truth?;)
DeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
Yep, and now you know why I never go barefoot in the house (this, and cats, because, you know, cat barf).
Deletequite true indeed!
DeleteBrings back memories, Sue.
DeleteSh.. err... Lego happens, eh? ;-)
Deletehttps://rallentanda.blogspot.com/2025/06/words-for-wednesday-862025elephants.html Thank you for the fun prompt. Enjoy !
ReplyDeleterallentanda: I loved this. Eccentrics rule!
DeleteSuch good use of the words - thank you ... quite delightful - cheers Hilary
DeleteI very much enjoyed your story.
Deletewell done!
DeleteAs soon as my "assistant" goes back to her mama, I'll work on it.
ReplyDeletemessymimi: I have just read and thoroughly enjoyed your use of the prompts.
DeleteMy story is over here.
DeleteVery well done and a fascinating career!
Deletemessymimi: Quanta importància tenen els fets?... Els que li vulguis donar tu.
DeleteBon ús de les paraules.
Interesting stories above me here. I'll see what I can do with the words. I'm finally getting over this cold and going to see the twins tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteRiver: I am glad that you are finally getting over the cold.
DeleteEnjoy your time with the twins.
Great stories with so few words :)
ReplyDeleteDeniseinVA: They are aren't they? I am always blown away by the very different takes.
DeleteHi EC - late, but here ...
ReplyDeleteYou'd have thought violins were played in the flight of the bumblebee … but no … not a violin in the lineup … so Iris there's no need for your ears to be covered, I know how you struggle with your violin playing …
I'm going to clear up this mess … all those lego pieces scattered everywhere … and mostly yellow and green – what on earth were you trying to create? I'd hoped that this tract in the kitchen could be kept clear … so none of us need to tiptoe through the sunflowers – is that what you were crafting? … or do wheelies as we feel excruciating pain after stepping on one of those tiny interlocking bricks.
The informer … oh that was Tom – he told me you'd been playing with the lego … kids – when will they learn?
I'd like a day of peace … in the mountains where I could gather my wits and motherly skills once again – surviving the age of youngsters … but I guess I'd better collect my thoughts and start to think about supper and feeding this family … or all hell would be let loose.
As I clear up … I think of Edward Lear's limerick … there was an old man with a beard … but he didn't have bees in his beard … however it circumscribes the word 'satirical' that still needs to be used … with this limerick it duly does:
“The limerick packs laughs anatomical
into space that is quite economical.
But the good ones I've seen
So seldom are clean
And the clean ones so seldom are comical.”
I can't believe these were the words I sent to EC – but I'm sure they were … these weren't easy … thanks for participating everyone – cheers Hilary
Grinning. These were definitely the words you sent me - and you are right they were not easy. I thoroughly enjoyed your truthful (and clean) limerick too.
DeleteThanks EC - I see we had a similar take ... glad you enjoyed the inclusion of the limerick aspect ... in the end I learnt a few things ... thanks for your master-minding Words for Wednesday - cheers Hilary
DeleteHilary Melton-Butcher: De vegades això de recuperar l'enginy i les habilitats maternals se'ns fa complicat. ;-)
DeleteTe n'has sortit molt bé.
You certainly gave all of us a challenge and you did a fabulous job with it.
DeleteExcellent and love the limerick!
DeleteThe mere mention of Edward Lear is enough to send me into paroxysms of delight, Hilary. Don't forget that in addition to his formidable literary skill he was one of the finest wildlife illustrators of all time.
DeleteHi David - I know Lear was an exceptional illustrator ... his principal area of work - though we mostly remember the limericks. I saw some of his original works in London some years ago ... cheers Hilary
DeleteThank you for your contribution, Hilary!
DeleteI am clapping at everyone's creations
ReplyDeleteCloudia: Thankyou
DeleteGosh, they are all good tales.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D: They are aren’t they?
DeleteMine has been published here, better late than never.
ReplyDeleteCindi: Heading over now.
ReplyDeleteHe looked out over his vast TRACTS of land with immense satisfaction; the MOUNTAINS in the background COVERED in snow were the perfect backdrop. He played his VIOLIN in concert with a BEE buzzing around the alpine flowers arrayed in front of him, like a scenario for LEGO, interlocking with perfection. There was no BREAKUP in the natural beauty all around him. The WHEELS of so-called progress might spin, and some were SATIRICAL about his single-minded dedication to the preservation of what always was, and as far his effort was concerned would always be. His INFORMER was Mother Nature herself, and no better counsel was ever received by anyone. He was a happy man.
ReplyDeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: He was a wise man too and I hope he stays happy. Loud applause.
DeleteNature is no traitor, that's for sure. ;-)
DeleteWhat a lucky man to be so happy!
Absolutely no better counsel than mother nature - what great images you've given us here ... a man in love with nature living in its midsts ... if only man would pay attention to Mother Nature. Thanks David - food for thought - cheers Hilary
DeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: Va triar una bona consellera.
DeleteWhat a beautifully resilient choice for June’s color—'Surviving Iris Yellow' is more than a hue; it’s a testament to nature’s quiet perseverance. Those irises, pushing through drought to bloom defiantly, feel like a metaphor we all need right now. I’ll carry this inspiration into my creations this month, weaving in echoes of unyielding hope and golden strength. Thank you for this radiant prompt, and here’s to the irises (and all of us) thriving against the odds! 🌟🌿
ReplyDeleteSadia Jabeen: Welcome and thank you. That is a truly beautiful and inspiring colour isn't it?
DeleteSurviving Iris Yellow’—a color that whispers *persistence*. Here’s to channeling those drought-defying blooms into art this June. Grateful for this prompt’s golden heart! 💛
ReplyDeleteNanajee Travels: Welcome and thank you. That colour shouts of joy to me. And resistance too.
DeleteSo many wonderful stories. Here is proof that it can be done differently. ;-)
ReplyDeleteAfter those at the wheel had noticed he was able to put two and two together they had given him the secret name Lego.
Somehow satirical. He grinned. Didn't any informer know they love betrayal but hate the traitor?
Even here in the mountains, in this pathless tracts – how poetic! –, covered with surviving iris yellow, another Lego might ambush him.
How naive could anyone be to think the breakup of society could be stopped?
Reaching for his violin he smiled: 'I must have had a bee in my bonnet'.
The next moment he had a bullet in his head.
Sean Jeating: And now you have me wondering about the back story. And just who it was that put the bullet in his head? Purported friend or foe?
DeleteWell, as he suspected, another "Lego" was after him. They had dropped him. He had to be ‘neutralised’.
DeleteRuthless Sean ... but such a clever crafting of the story - as you say a different take. Murder in the mountains ... societal breakup will not stop, regardless. Thank you - cheers Hilary
DeleteYou have a career as a mystery writer ahead of you, Sean.
DeleteSean: Una història bona i ben diferent.
DeleteTot i que penso que seria un miracle que s'aturés la ruptura social.