On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Elephant’s Child’s blog, with words supplied by Margaret and Sue.
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 images. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
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:
Here is my story:
B'zahl stood watching the frantic, naked, lemon coloured parasites staggering around inside the windmill pummeling each other in their futile attempts at escape......
Little did they know the fate that awaited them should they manage to find the door.
B'zahl had learned from the history books that these particular parasites were called Vampires and lived by sucking the blood of living creatures, mostly humans. They were also known as The Undead.
B'zahl and his companion, Seri'ehl, had traveled many, many star miles to the small planet known as Earth to capture these strange parasites. Being a hundred times larger, he had no trouble fitting them into his pockets as he scooped them up while they slept. "I wonder why they are naked?" he'd thought. "They are usually wearing black capes over some sort of other clothing, according to the books. And probably they are yellow because they haven't fed off anyone in a while."
Arriving back at the planet Gravit'ahlon, he had hidden the parasites in his toy windmill, it wouldn't do for his mum to find them. She'd grounded him too many times already. She wouldn't stand for any more of his lies about things just appearing in his room as if by magic. Maybe he should start asking Seri'ehl for good cover stories. Her lies were a work of art. Her parents never caught on.
As the vampires slept, he'd marked the spine of each one with the symbols that represented numbers on Gravit'ahlon. Now they were awake and panicking at being in a strange place. B'zahl placed a sturdy bar across the outside of the door, just in case. If they escaped, B'zahl's fire breathing dragoncat would burn them to bacon and gobble them up quicker than a blink.
Early next morning, he and Seri'ehl would compare notes on their collections. While B'zahl had been scooping up vampires, Seri'ehl had collected something so very tiny a microscope was needed to view them. She said they were fleas and lice, the vampires of the insect world on Earth. Only her extremely thin fingers were delicate enough to pick them up.
Together, B'zahl and Seri'ehl planned to open a Living Parasite Museum. When he'd mentioned it to his mum last spring, she'd claimed it the most preposterous idea he'd had yet.