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:
- Purposeful
- Solar
- Hog
- Trail
- Discouraging
And/or
- Chute
- Punt
- Oval
- Records
- Patient
- Hinders
- Origin
- Camping
- Wrinkle
- Sprout
Have fun.
Huge thanks to Hilary for testing us this month. The prompts will be here again next month but are being provided by Charlotte (MotherOwl).
If, as appears likely, I am absent for some of the month I will schedule the posts and they will still appear.
Lots of good words to build a story on, but at the moment the solar battery in my brain needs recharged...
ReplyDeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
Sandra Cox: I hear you on that solar battery.
DeleteThanks EC for helping so much during this month - I just wish you well during your July ... and all the v best. Gosh what funny words I've so kindly suggested ... I look forward to everyone's tales. I'll be around to check in as often as I can ... cheers and good luck to one all - Hilary
ReplyDeleteHilary Melton-Butcher: Thank you so much for the words that have certainly tested my mettle at least.
DeleteClara thought she was incredibly patient. Bill in his usual purposeful manner had taken a punt and booked a week’s camping as something they might enjoy doing together. She hadn’t said a discouraging word and here she was/they were at the end of the first day. . She didn’t like camping as the wrinkle between her eyes would attest to anyone who knew her. Solar power was to be enjoyed indoors, not, as far as she was concerned, on the cold hard ground after traipsing over a poorly marked trail for hours.
ReplyDeleteHe had shown her the chute where his grandfather had vaccinated and stamped the hogs he farmed with his mark, an oval with a line drawn through it.
The tent was set up. Clara knew it would rain overnight and that the tent would sprout several leaks, the biggest over her bed. She also knew that Bill would be incredibly apologetic – as if he could change the weather.
Let the records show that she was prepared to do anything for love. Once. Her dislike of camping had its origins in family holidays and the records from them showed that it rained every single night – and was dry during the day.
After a rotten night and very little sleep she would be very glad in the morning to see the surviving yellow iris blooming by the pretty brook where the first night was to be spent. And there would be things of beauty to enjoy on other days too – not least the company.
Just the same, she was choosing and arranging their next holiday.
An excellent use of the words and I agree, camping is not my "thing."
DeleteExcellent story EC, I almost didn't notice the words being used. I have never been camping and don't ever plan to unless it's in a cabin with electricity.
DeleteHi EC - camping many years ago was ok - now ... not so much! But great story telling for us ... and love - good for her. Cheers Hilary
DeleteSue:
DeleteNomés he anat d'acampada una vegada a la meva vida, una i prou! ;-)
Per amor es fan moltes coses que ni se t'haurien passat pel cap!!!
I’ll be working on it.
ReplyDeletemessymimi: I know - and I look forward to your creation.
DeleteAs you will see when it posts, over here, I took the easy way out after spending all day babytending and did 3 stories, one from each set.
DeleteThat's wonderful! I wouldn't want to go camping either.
Delete3 stories! great idea.
DeleteHi Mimi - they were fun ... thank you - cheers Hilary
DeleteHmmm this is going to be a challenge as I believe the challenge of a wordle is to keep it as brief as possible using all the words. This one could be my waterloo.
ReplyDeleterallentanda: You don't have to use all the words if they don't speak to you. I do hope you won't give up - I love your stories.
DeleteOh Alright then....flattery will take you everywhere:) Wasn't as difficult as first thought . https://rallentanda.blogspot.com/2025/06/wednesday-words-elephants-child.html
Deleterallentenda: Love it. Thank you.
DeleteHi Rallentanda - you did well ... brilliant - cheers Hilary
DeleteIt’s like gathering with friends to share stories and cheer each other on, keeping tradition alive in a digital age. A true community of writers at work.
ReplyDeleteMELODY JACOB: It is a gathering of friends. And lovely.
Deletethecontemplativecat here.
ReplyDeleteIt was a memorable day when a monster solar flare took out much of the human population. Records showed many patients died in the hospitals about the country while the rest of the people died on the streets.
The searches for life on the wrinkled and ruined sites around the desolate planet proved hopeless, although the remaining people continued to hope for surviving humans somewhere.
Then it was learned that a few souls were found camping up in mountains and caves had survived. The darkness and shelter of the caves kept them alive. The remote location hindered searches.
All that could lead to the origin of their salvation was a trail of animal life still roaming the nearly empty planet.
The people searching for food found evidence of wild hogs. Rejoicing was great. It became greater as a campfire was seen where those campers were surviving. They sat in an oval around the flames where a hog was being roasted. They munched on wild sprouts as they sighted the appearance of the lost souls trudging toward the fire.
Life was now possible.
Hope rises again from the ashes. Excellent use of the words.
DeleteAnother excellent story, I am so glad that somepeople and animals survived and life can go on, or start over at least.
DeleteSusan Kane: Loud applause.
DeleteHi Susan - yes ... loud applause indeed. Lucky them - finding souls still surviving, especially with a roast hog on the go - well done - loved it ... thank you. Hilary
DeletePlenty of words this week, I hope I can do them justice.
ReplyDeleteRiver: I am sure you can. You always do.
DeleteHi everyone, especially EC - here's mine ...
ReplyDelete"Purposefully the hog trotted along the solar trail … hindered by the camping enclosure, which no longer grew sprouts … its nose wrinkled discouragingly … but then its memory bank clicked in and it remembered the acorn wood, known as Chute Forest … the hogs loved their acorns.
The patients loved the hogs with their memory, as records suggested that the hog roasts at the end of the year were extra special, especially if it was oak mast time.
The oval bed of irises near the lake were always aflame with colour … the yellow ones survived, though their predilection was varied … as the genus takes its name from the Greek for “rainbow” … here they were mostly violet.
Lord Punt, the chairman and owner, reminded the patients and staff about the origin of the health farm … while wishing everyone a very happy Christmas and a healthier year ahead."
Cheers - I'll be around to visit shortly - Hilary
Hilary Melton-Butcher: Well done - though I feel for the hogs whose favourite food adds to their deliciousness.
DeleteWell done to all. I enjoyed reading eating an ice cream in a cone. :)
ReplyDeleteMargaret - now I want one of those! Cheers H
DeleteHe headed down the dirt trail, his stride purposeful, ignoring the squealing wild hog that went trotting across the narrow path kicking up dust in its wake, his thoughts elsewhere. The response from the government on his latest solar energy project, named Surviving Iris Yellow, in honor of his daughter's love of the perky spring flowers, had been discouraging to say the least. This administration was all about money with no thought for the future life of the planet or their children's future for that matter. Ah well, maybe the next administration would be less shortsighted.
ReplyDeleteSandra sandracox.blogspot.com
A bit longer than recent ones and thank you for the extra words. Mine has been published here.
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