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Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Words for Wednesday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. companionship
2. extenuating
3. complaisant (do not confuse with complacent)
4. nuns
5. competition
6. computer

and/or: 

1. bedevilment
2. concoction
3. splat
4. eaves
5. clutching
6. institute

Let the Creativity begin!  😎

47 comments:

  1. As the month progressed your word lists became more and more of a challenge.

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    1. only slightly confused; the first chosen set seemed too easy, so I turned to my dictionary :)

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    2. I agree with Delores, the words did progressively become more challenging, they were great. Thank you River.

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  2. Here goes:
    “Well nuts.” Grace exclaimed as a sudden forceful knock on the door caused her to lose her grip on the wooden spoon she was using to stir a delectable concoction of apples and maple syrup.
    “Now there’s a big sticky splat on my nice clean kitchen floor.” She growled.
    Clutching the spoon and looking like fury itself Grace went to the front door.
    “Why Sheriff” she exclaimed, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon after all our excitement. The funeral for Alan will be on Friday you know. I thought I might see you then.”
    “Grace,” the Sheriff gave her his most beguiling smile “what is that wonderful aroma coming from your kitchen? I could smell it all the way out to the end of your lane.”
    “Home made bread, fresh churned butter and Granny Parkers maple flavoured applesauce. But, you didn’t come all the way out here to ask me that.”
    “Well no. There are some extenuating circumstances arising from the Deveroux house fire I need to talk to you about. It appears, Grace, that you were related to the Deverouxs through your mothers line.”
    Grace, complaisant as always, was getting the Sheriff set up with a goodly slice of buttered bread and a dish of applesauce.
    “I looked it up on the computer, Grace” he continued, “You and a young lady in nearby Terrytown actually jointly own the old estate being the last living descendents of James R. Deveroux.”
    Grace chuckled. “My, my, what an inheritance; a burned out old hulk of a house.”
    “And 500 acres of prime industrial land with access to the main highway. This is land the big developers will go into competition for. We’re talking big money here.”
    Grace looked at him shrewdly. “There’s something you’re not telling me isn’t there? “
    “Well yes, the young lady is currently living in an institute for the physically infirm. Her parents abandoned her at birth.”
    “How physical infirm?” Grace asked tightly.
    “Oh she’s smart as a whip. Takes college courses for amusement.” The Sheriff replied, “But,her face is deformed on one side and she walks with a crutch. Almost looks……burned.”
    “How old?” came through Grace’s gritted teeth.
    “Twenty three now. Lonely little critter.” The Sheriff cast a sideways glance at Grace through lowered lids. “The only companionship she has is a big amethyst coloured spider that lives under the eaves outside her window. You and she would need to talk about what you want to have happen with the property. Oh, and one more thing, just so you are prepared, her voice what with the disfigurement …. It’s a little …. how can I explain it? it’s…sort of … gusty.
    This will also appear on my blog on Wednesday.

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    1. Love your continuing story. And my greedy self wants more.

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    2. Your story is great, Delores. I'm looking forward to reading future chapters...to seeing how it unfolds.

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    3. I think it just reached its natural end.

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    4. only slightly confused; I'm going to have to go back and read the preceding chapter, I've lost track of the story. I like today's episode :)

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    5. Very good story, i do hope to get time to go back and read the rest.

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    6. Oh no, I read this over at your blog wanting more and now I see that you think it is ended. Regardless it is a great story. Thanks:-)

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    7. Well done Delores, with this one you can go either way, it could end but the dorr is still open at the same time ;)

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  3. Against stiff competition Peter had graduated (with first class honours) at the top of his class from the Institute for the Terminally Lonely.
    And you need to hold that in your head. That one simple fact provides all the extenuating circumstances you need to understand his actions.
    He wants companionship. And in an effort to find it, he searched his computer for groups in the local area. And signed up with gay abandon. Clutching at straws? Perhaps.
    First there was an organic cooking class to mix up healthy concoctions he would never eat. Then he joined the Nuns of Perpetual Indulgence and joined (half-heartedly) their bedevilment of the local minister. He also joined a historical reclamation project (where his contribution was limited to stripping lead based paint from the eaves of that minister's church. His foray into the illicit paint-ball club had nothing to do with the joy of letting bright paint splat onto previously pristine surfaces.

    It was, like everything else, about friendship. He wasn't/isn't complaisant. Just desperate.

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    1. An imaginative take on the words, EC....well done as always. :)

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    2. Elephant's Child; an interesting use of the words, poor Peter, so desperate yet he doesn't see the need to learn to like his own company first, lonely as that may be.

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    3. He has to learn that desperation doesn't make good companionship for others, but people that desperate never realize it. Well told.

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    4. Well done E.C. Both of us had lonely characters:-)

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    5. I like what you did here EC, I actually feel bad for Peter, this story is really believable.

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  4. Hey River...a thought-provoking group of words this Wednesday...a fitting end to August. Thanks for supplying this month's words.

    Here's my little tale...for the tale-end of the month...

    "The ever-COMPLAISANT NUNS were always ready and eager to help. There was never any COMPETITION between them. Their COMPANIONSHIP was unbreakable; their willingness to help others never in dispute.

    CLUTCHING bags and boxes full of food, clothes and tools off they rushed to INSTITUTE a search for the stranded families, not knowing, or caring what dangers lay ahead.

    Whatever the EXTENUATING circumstances were, like a band of trained soldiers, as one they rushed through the doorway of the monastery.

    On a rescue mission, nothing would stand in their way; nothing would stop them, not even the continual SPLAT of timber falling from the EAVES above. Some tiles and other roofing materials were scattered across the grounds. The cyclone showed no sign of abating.

    The power had been off since the previous night, but they didn’t need a COMPUTER, television or radio to inform them the worst was yet to come.

    The wrath of Mother Nature had twisted the area into such a state of BEDEVILMENT that it was almost impossible to recall what a sunny, calm day was like.

    Frenzied gale force winds whipped through the trees carelessly stripping away leaves and branches. Low-lying areas were already flooded. The waters continued to rise.

    As always, Sister Teresa had packed containers of her special healthy CONCOCTION – her cure-all for every situation.
    No one knew what the ingredients were. Sister Tessa, as she was affectionately called, would never tell, no matter how much the other nuns pressed her into divulging her secret recipe.

    Help was on its way...."


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    1. Sigh. And we know what event triggered your clever use of River's words today...

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    2. An action packed story making very good use of the words.

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    3. Lee; great story, I like the nuns all rushing about as one, like a flock of birds, all willing to help wherever they can. I do wonder what is in Sister Tessa's concoction though :)
      and I do hope Texas gets a bit of relief from all that weather very soon, they've had a year's supply of everything by now surely? Mumbai is also flooded I saw on the news.

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    4. The nuns do have a tendency to be willing to go in to help where others do not. Reminds me of the nuns who taught me in school.

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    5. Hope her secret ingredient was not turpentine:-) Fun story as always Lee. Thanks:-)

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    6. Very nicely done Lee, this one is going to hit home with a lot of people.

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  5. Hello River. A great selection today - my 'tale' will be on my blog first thing in the morning ~ Cathy

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    1. Cathy; thank you. I'll be over tomorrow as soon as I can, but there's a lot going on here, so I may be late.

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    2. I've been over to read. What a pair those twins are. I think one, really, is as bad as the other lol.

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    1. I enjoyed your story and enjoyed the facts on the rest of your post.

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    2. Nice job mimi, you did really good with your story.

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    3. Mimi; I like your story, that's the second Nun one I've read. I guess nuns do fit into the complaisant mold.

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  7. My story is posted on my blog. Great prompts this month River. I look forward to providing the prompts for September. I have been saving the Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day to fill the month. It will be interesting.

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    1. Annie, that story is so good, I am still smiling from reading it.

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    2. Merriam-Websters word of the day? I'm going to need an extra thinking cap. Maybe two.

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  8. Hello everyone I continued my story once again here WFW-Slipping under the blankets , excellent words River, you made me work for this one ;)

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    1. Jimmy; I look forward to reading it, I've got some catching up to do, was super busy yesterday and didn't get to the computer until very late.

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  9. I thought the words were quite hard (challenging) but everyone has done so well.

    All the best Jan

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    1. Lowcarb team member; I've done easy words in the past, but I prefer a bit of a challenge myself, so thought everyone else would too.

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    1. Susan Kane; have you written something for us?

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    1. Go and read it, but make sure you have a tissue at the ready.

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    2. Cindi Summerlin; I'll be right over. Where's that big box of tissues?

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    3. This is a lovely story with a happy ending.

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