Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Words for Wednesday

As Sue AKA Elephant's Child says, Words for Wednesday is a moveable feast and I'm so happy to be providing the prompts this month.

Prompts can include pictures, phrases, quotes, words, music, or beyond and any combination of the above as well. Participants may use all the words or some, include the quotes or simply be inspired by the imagery, quotes, or music.

However the prompts move you to write, it's a-okay with us! The rules are, "Write, baby, write." Whether it's poems, plays, short stories, prompts, lyrics, or more, whatever you like-just write!


For now, here are this week's prompts:


Crocus
Fount
Shawl
Torch
Knife
Narrative 

You are welcome to put your creation in the comments section below or use the prompts to write your heart out on your own blog (just please leave a comment here so we all can read and applaud your efforts).

Next month prompts will be found back at Elephant's Child blog but provided by Margaret Adamson and her friend Sue Fulton.

Happy Writing!

33 comments:

  1. Interesting words, I haven't heard 'fount' in a long time. Whatever I come up with will be on my blog on Friday 2nd Sept.

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    1. Thanks for letting us know, have fun!

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    2. Drop in and read if you have the time.

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    3. I will be there Friday to read another of your fine works.

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  2. I am intrigued. I am too tired tonight, and will be out most of tomorrow, but hopefully something will germinate in my head.

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    1. Nothing wrong with giving the words time to grow :o)

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    2. I was able to postpone mine by using Nora's story. LOL

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  3. Here is my little tale of woe....

    "Sitting alone in the dark the light of her TORCH highlighted the purple CROCUS growing in the stoneware pot on the patio.

    She wrapped her cashmere SHAWL snugly around her shoulders. An involuntary shiver went through her and her eyes grew misty. Without forewarning, like a KNIFE struck by an unseen foe, she was overwhelmed by a feeling of bleak loneliness.

    Her thoughts went back to their last meeting; to his lengthy, interesting NARRATIVE of his experiences while they’d been apart. He was a FOUNT of knowledge.

    Enthralled, she always loved listening to his stories; to the mellifluous, dulcet tones of his voice.

    On parting they both knew it would be the last time they’d be together.

    Her life was in ruins, but she refused to let go of her memories of the life and love they'd once shared. Nothing would ever be the same again."

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    1. Wow, Lee, that was pretty moving-got some misting going on myself here! Very dramatic and I love the bold imagery. Sounds like it could be the beginning of quite a story! Thanks for sharing :o)

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    2. This is very sad, and the optimist in me hopes she is wrong.

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    3. we've both gone to the sad side this week. I hope she is wrong about never being together again.

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    4. Such an emotional rendering. "Enthralled, she always loved listening to his stories; to the mellifluous, dulcet tones of his voice." What a great write you are Lee.

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  4. I have not written my contribution yet but my 12 year old grand niece did. NORA'S STORY is posted on my blog and she did an excellent job. I will try to add mine soon.

    Thank you Hannah for a great August filled with fun words and pictures! Bet you are ready for a break:-)

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    1. Nora did indeed do an excellent job. As I said on your blog, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

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    2. She did do a great job didn't she:-)

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    3. Thanks Annie! I enjoyed both your contributions and oddly enough I saw COPS on at my local espresso stand just this afternoon after not seeing it for years! How funny!

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  5. I loved Nora's use of the words, Annie. :)

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  6. The ancients knew.
    Life's narrative is circular. The aged crone huddled in a shawl beside the ruined fount is a destroyer. Her gnarled hands sever life's threads with knife like precision. Her other face is more kindly. Crocus bloom at her feet and her smile is the torch to dispel Winter's darkness and invite Spring's return.

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    1. Well put together, EC...and very appropriate for today...the first day of Spring. :)

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    2. I love this EC. Life's narrative certainly is circular. What goes around, comes around.

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    3. Wow, guess you got your thoughts together after all. Loved it!

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    4. Ooh I liked this! Such an interesting balance of darkness and light for me as I read. Very nicely done!

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  7. Once again thanks to Hannah. Now here is my contribution. A story that cannot hold a candle to the one already posted on my blog by my grand niece Nora. Thank you for your kind words to her on her creative writing.

    BAD BOYS BAD BOYS by Granny Annie

    They were running through the amphitheater. As they did they knocked over the vase of crocus on the altar.. The fleeing man tripped over the baptismal fount and continued on without stopping. He was wearing a dress and had a shawl over his head but the disguise did not fool anyone. The battery in the pursuer's flashlight failed and he had to grab a torch from the aisle in order to see and stop the man with the knife. The dedicated chaser tackled the assailant. He got his man and thus endeth this narrative of an episode of COPS.

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    1. Bad, bad boy indeed. I am v glad he was caught. All stories should end that way.

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    2. Thank you again Annie and well done, very enjoyable!

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    3. I'm panting from the chase...I'm puffed...let me catch my breath! Well done, Annie! :)

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  8. It's me again. I made another blog post of Words For Wednesday by my Grand Nephew Grant. This was exciting WFW around here and around my sister's. It helped occupy her grandchildren and they loved this idea of writing with select words. Be sure and comment on Grant's story if you have the time. It will mean a lot to this creative 10 year old boy. Thanks to you all.

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    1. Another great contribution! Definitely runs in yer family this writing thing ;o) Lucky for us!

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Thank you for reading and commenting!

Be well, HBF