Wednesday, August 17, 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:

Ice cubes

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!


  1. I love that window! Wonder where the words will take me this week?

    1. Wherever they take you, I hope you have fun!

  2. As the ribbons across the doors to the gallery showing Leah's work were untied the excited crowd surged forward.
    'A charming whimsy'
    'Sheer genius'
    'A triumph of beauty'
    'Incredible' .
    Ice cubes chinked in glasses as the select previewed the show. Sunbeams shining through the gigantic stained glass ammonite spread a kaleidoscope of colour throughout the room, highlighting the sold stickers fluttering on every piece.
    And in the shadows, Leah's family watched, smiling through their tears. If only she had lived to see her work appreciated. Just two more days...

    1. Oh my, how sad and beautiful at the same time. Excellent EC.

    2. Wow! I think Annie was right on by saying "sad and beautiful." Good job :o)

    3. I agree, sad and beautiful.

  3. You will find this is posted on my blog Fools Rush In today. Thank you Hannah for these great words.

    FRAGMENTED by Granny Annie

    The beautiful pendant was made of spiraling stained glass,
    to be worn on a silk ribbon, a creation of WHIMSY and class.
    It glittered in the SHADOWS displayed with pride
    Until, FLUTTERING ever so slightly, the ribbon became UNTIED
    and like crushed ICE CUBES the pendant tiles shattered.
    Hastening to catch each piece still they scattered.
    and drifted to the floor while lingering SUNBEAMS
    bounced off the pieces releasing sorrowful screams.

    1. Hang on! I'm rushing to help you pick up the pieces!

      Very nice, Annie. :)

    2. I feel a rush of concern and energy as I envision the scattering pieces! Nicely done Annie!

    3. I do hope that all the pieces can be saved. This is lovely. Again.

    4. saved and restrung I hope and more securely tied. This is very visual.

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  5. Me, again!

    "Something caught her eye as she passed by. It was such a strange place for an antique shop to be situated. The street was in what was once a busy industrial area; but now the streets appeared deserted. These days the passing traffic was sporadic.

    Between the SHADOWS in the dingy window display intermittent SUNBEAMS, like butterflies FLUTTERING over pollen-laden blossoms, danced on the mysterious object almost hidden by dusty, probably worthless bric-a-brac.

    On a WHIMSY, one that rekindled keen memories from her childhood she entered the store. All was quiet within.

    “Is anyone here?” She waited a while and was about to leave when she heard the floor behind her creak.

    Turning she saw a stooped, elderly man shuffling towards her. He UNTIED a thick chain that ran across from the rear wall to the counter.

    “Can I help you, miss?” He asked, smiling warmly. ”It’s not often anyone comes in here these days. I was out the back reading the newspaper.”

    “I do hope so,” she replied. “Is that a kaleidoscope there in the your window display? I’d love to have a look at it if I may, please.”

    “Help yourself, dearie,” he replied.

    She picked up the kaleidoscope. It definitely was an constructed of ebony and brass. It had been the sunbeams reflecting on the brass that had initially caught her attention.

    With the optical instrument up to her eye she held it towards the sun. As she rotated the end, the changing patterns were like multi-coloured ICE CUBES.

    “Is it for sale, sir?” She could hardly contain her excitement.

    “Yes, is.”

    Smiling, she thanked the kindly gentleman.

    Clasping her prized possession in her hands, her childhood dream had come true because she’d lost her way, ending up in a lonely, deserted part of the city.

    Suddenly, as if by magic, the street had transformed."

    1. Lovely. I do love a kaleidoscope. Beautiful magic.

    2. I used to love my kaleidoscope. I bought one again several years ago, but they're made of cardboardy stuff now with plastic "beads" that don't make patterns as beautiful as I remember.
      Now I'm going to have to start haunting antique shops in hopes of finding an older one.

    3. Hooray Lee! What a great idea to think of a kaleidoscope. I have one that my sister-in-law made out of stained glass both the outside and the inside so I just had to go look through it after reading your great story.

    4. Actually, little tale was based on fact.

      The words and image rekindled memories from 1981 (a memory that had laid dormant for many years) when my ex and I towed a caravan from Noosa up to Mossman in Far North

      One day we came across such a shop, in a similar area as described, in Townsville...and there was a kaleidoscope in the window! We checked it out, but we didn't buy it.

      This week's words etc., restored my memory of that day and that shop!! :)

  6. Words on Wednesday







    It was at the final occasion of our Association Annual General Meeting and Barbeque. We were all old shipmates who had kept in touch over the years - Vets from WW2 and other conflicts, all in our Eighties, but that was more than ten years ago,. The (SHADOWS) of time had already decimated our once forty odd strong membership ; but now we were only just able to make a quorum .

    plus three.

    It had been a hot day and while the (ICE CUBES) clinking in our glasses (UNTIED) our tongues which gave way to airing a (WHIMSEY) or two from the past while (FLUTTERING) Butterflies chased each other from the (SHADOWS) to (SUNBEAM) around the flowers wilting in the heat and flies a-plenty arrived for a feed on the leftovers on the unattended Barbeque.

    Yes this is the land down under - Australia, hot and sticky; the land which became our future - remembered as British Navy Sailors who fought In the Pacific WW2 and returned to live out our lives in the land of OZ.

    George 93, Jim 93, Pat 90, and Les 90. All ex boy sailors at sea when 16. yrs of age. Yes you get it , Just Children.

    Vest ..Back soon.

    1. "flowers wilting in the heat and flies a-plenty" stood out to me. Thanks for sharing Vest!

    2. I love the way you anchor your stories in truth.

    3. wilting flowers and flies aplenty, yep, that's Australia.

    4. Oh yes I loved this. Sounded like all our ship reunions. The shadows of time...

  7. my short story is scheduled to appear at my blog on Friday 19th

    1. Will be there tomorrow. Looking forward:-)


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