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Friday, October 10, 2014

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge meme which she calls “Words for Wednesday”.

She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.

I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. inconsequential
2. nondenominational
3. sensationalism
4. atomic
5. dashboard 
6. mayhem

and/or; "wisecracking, wondering wanderers"

Here is my story:

The group of young adults, those wisecracking, wondering wanderers backpacking through the oldest areas of France, were temporarily silenced by the atmosphere inside the tiny nondenominational church set just on the outskirts of the small near-deserted village. 

As they listened to the caretaker tell the story of the little church that had welcomed people of any and all religions to its services over the centuries, the usual worries of the modern world seemed inconsequential

The mayhem and sensationalism portrayed in the newspapers of the current times vanished from their minds, even the very latest news of another atomic bomb being developed meant nothing to them right now. 

The church had been built with hand made bricks, dried in the sun, with a large cowbell sounding each Sunday to call the people to worship. Catholics and Protestants of every faith came together to sing to the glory of God and the bounteous harvests he brought them each year. Until religion specific churches were built in the nearby larger towns, religious denomination hadn't mattered to the people of the village, faith, after all, was faith, no matter what you named yourself. 

On their way out, the group of young people each took a photo of this remarkable little church, with each of them vowing to place a miniature copy of their photo on the dashboard of their cars once they eventually arrived home again. Thus would they forever be reminded not only of their backpacking year, but also of the fact that religion didn't really matter as long as there was faith. 

God believes in us as we believe in him.


12 comments:

  1. it's = it is

    Sorry, my pet hate.

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  2. Such an excellent story, and the words so well used. It made me feel good.

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  3. mm; I know! I meant to edit that out and forgot, I'll do it right now.

    Susan Kane; thank you, this is another one that just wrote itself.

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  4. Fantastic story. I knew it would come easy to you. You came up with a winner there.
    What is the difference between using hadn't and it's? Sounds like nitpicking to me. I didn't even notice it but then I'm not here to criticize, rather to admire your talent with words.
    It's a little like spelling words with 'z' or 's' these days. I believe it is becoming optional.

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  5. That is a beautiful story carrying a beautiful sentiment with it.
    Great job.

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  6. Love it! I think maybe the world would have been a little better off if our churches had all remained nondenominational.

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  7. Mimsie; it's, with the apostrophe, is an abbreviation of it is. If you read that sentence with it is, it just doesn't make sense.

    Delores; thank you.

    Susan; that would be something wouldn't it?

    Lee; thanks.

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  8. Hi River! Thanks for wandering over to my blog. Good job with this week's words - and you even threw in the extra suggestions. I especially enjoyed your description of the church.

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  9. Memories of a 'Long gone' age.
    The news of the first atomic explosion in the New Mexico desert on 16th July 45. was late in being delivered to our ears aboard the Flagship of the BPF.
    The ships in the fleet had little need of more sensationalism than that of the daily doses of death dealing suicidal visits from the sons of nippon.
    There were eight designated strikes on the mainland for that day - so we expected eight visiting banzai guys to return the compliment. The dasboards in the Avengers, Hellcats and Seafies were illuminatet early that day when the guys from the A/C Carriers took off at 4-10 Am so it would be two hours before their return followed by those blighters who would normaly be considered as all in a days work.
    On previous occasions this daily mayhem was now considered by myself as inconsequentional,in the past our nondenominational crew of mainly followers of odd christian denominations would say 'another day at the office', particularly those in protected ares; unlike Vest who was perched high in the superstructure in the control position. the demise of a few shipmates was becoming too common and today's mayhem could possibly mean my departure from this world at the ealy age of exactly nineteen.
    Thinking positively I recalled the time I joined this ship at the ripe old age of 16 years and ten months.
    How long can I survive? But little did I know at the time that two more atomic explosins would eventually hasten my return home to my loved ones.

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  10. Sorry , a few typo's , mistakes no word check.

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  11. Marty; welcome to drifting. I'm glad you liked my story, I try to make things seem 'real' as much as possible, so you can imagine yourself 'in' the story. I can't always manage both prompts, but sometimes I surprise myself.

    Vest; excellent story! a really good use of the words. True story? I ignore typos when the story is this good.

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