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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

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 right here.


This week's words are:


1. refocusing
2. theatrically
3. unimaginable
4. olive oil
5. footrest
6. relieved

and/or:

1. roughly
2. mythology
3. disconnected
4. expansive
5. campfire
6. singing

Let the creativity begin!

23 comments:

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    1. only slightly confused; some from a book I'm reading, some from a TV show, some that just popped into my head.

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  2. That will be an interesting combination!

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    1. Val; it will make for interesting stories :)

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  3. Here's my tale of woe for this week...

    "Meg felt DISCONNECTED from the rest of the group, both physically and emotionally.

    While the others sat around the CAMPFIRE happily SINGING country songs, Meg set herself apart from them, sitting alone beside her tent with her right leg up on a makeshift FOOTREST. Already her leg muscles were screaming for mercy.

    She was RELIEVED the long day, which had been full of UNIMAGINABLE incidents was at an end.

    The drama began with the bottle of OLIVE OIL she had in her backpack smashing, releasing the contents. Not one article of her clothing escaped the errant oil, nor had her sleeping bag, and there were still ROUGHLY six days left in what she felt was going to be an extremely arduous journey.

    REFOCUSING, Meg knew she needed to be alone; to have privacy and time to set her thoughts in order, otherwise she’d mentally not be able to handle the hard slog in front of her, let alone physically be able to endure what lay ahead.

    For the rest of the trek, led by the over-the-top, seemingly THEATRICALLY-inspired Jonathan, the self-appointed leader of the group, to seek out the truth in the commonly-known MYTHOLOGY surrounding the EXPANSIVE, rugged land mass, Meg would be tackling the gnarly terrain with oil-soaked clothing and bedding...not an exciting, inspiring thought."

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    1. Nicely done Lee, too bad about the olive oil Meg is going to have a long week.

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    2. Lee; Very good beginning, but this needs a chapter two. Poor Meg. Perhaps somebody brought along detergent to wash dishes and Meg could borrow a bit to clean her things?

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    3. wonderfully done! Poor Meg though.

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    4. Poor girl, i wish she'd put the bottle in a zip-lock bag.

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  4. Mind is boggling at the thought of these words, could come up with something for sure with all those words combined - so why don't I do it, I will to myself :)

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    1. Margaret-whiteangel; I'd love for you to give this a try :)

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  5. OK I'm ready now, I tried something a little different this week I hope you all like it, it's up and running on my blog now WFW – Always a Target

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    1. Jimmy; I'll be over as soon as I make a coffee, the kettle has just boiled.

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    1. Cindi Summerlin; I read your story and enjoyed it very much.

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    1. messymimi; I enjoyed your story, though camping isn't something I could ever do. Not even for true love.

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  8. I have published words on my blog the daily gaggle

    Having PC probs , will get fix tomorrow

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  9. Lee . Great effort for difficult words . Better it be olive oil than cod liver oil.

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  10. aggle































    Thursday, 22 February 2018
    Words on Wednesday.

    The following words have been used within the following story.

    MYTHOLOGY.
    DISCONNECTED'.
    CAMPFIRE
    ROUGHLY
    EXPANSIVE
    SINGING.
    A wedding in the year of 1643.

    On the Saturday of July the 20th, much excitement and frivolity had been ongoing since the 10 AM opening of the common grounds; near the church of Saint Oliver- formerly St Mary's in the village of Middle Sodbury in the Berkshire Chiltern Hills where roughly three or four hundred politically biased drunken villagers from surrounding Hamlets had gathered to witness the high profile wedding.

    Most of the villagers already inebriated and itching for violence were supporters of Oliver Cromwell and others of higher profile supported king Charles 1. When two days earlier much blood was shed during the Battle of 'Chalgrove field' in Oxfordshire but not quite within the snobbery of the Chiltern hills, but was involved in a several expansive cavalry charges amid Bowmen Pikemen and Archers. After a 75% casualty rate the fighting ceased with The German mercenary prince Rupert declared the winner leaving Ollie Cromwell's cousin mortally wounded and carking eight days later. Rupert was also defeated a few weeks later and returned to Germany.

    The uneducated minds of the villagers steeped in mythology and their division of loyalties and political beliefs were by now chanting and singing around the campfire already. built and ready for the 'Witch Burning ' later in the day following the Witch Hanging and the main event of the day.

    The wedding of the daughter of Sir Sherbert Fizz William, Lady Freda Mary - formerly Frederick, Mark. prior to gender change , of Middle Sodbury. The groom being 'Cyril the Morris Dancer'
    son of the 2nd Earl of of Snaggleswade and lady Bertha Biganother of Brussels Belgium A direct descendant of Francis the fornicator of Paris France. At the Alter the best man Cedric the former partner of Cyril wept in the arms of his daddy The 3rd Earl of Frogsbottom Sir Timothy the Timid and his wife ; a former harlot "Hilda the Horrible.

    Due to the possible outbreak of violence between royalists and serfs, a military guard had been placed around the village.. Pike men and Archers moved uneasily while cavalrymen awaited the inevitable.
    The bride and Groom joined the other dancers and fire eaters and indulged themselves to a slice of wild pig from the Barbecue adjacent to the bonfire to be used for the burning of the witch ; namely 'Bernice the Quick a pick pocket and bag snatcher shortly to be hanged and burnt at the stake.

    Bernice Declared she was from another world four hundred years in the future a place called Dununder and in her words Say's It will be the second time ive bin anged in four hundred years time and stone the crows it aint fair to be cooked as well. The village dogs look on expectantly most knowing who it is they are about to eat.

    The air of much jollity is in full swing several fights and stabbings within the Mead and Gin tents. Finally the arrows fly and the Pike men join the fray, The village green becomes stained with blood and the Groom is killed by an arrow. followers of Sir Timothy the Timid uncover the Cannon loaded with spread shot which had laid hidden beneath a table and its covers..

    The cannon fired like a clap of thunder obliterating every thing in it path.

    Finally a clap of thunder booms, Bernice awakens from her drunken stupor and on hearing loud knocking on her front door dashes down the stairs to let her unexpected visitor in, looking surprised at her visitor soaking wet from the rain Say's come on in Elsie; looks like you bin for a swim in the Torrens.

    Vest ... daily Gaggle...

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  11. oh my. so much to follow! But fascinating!

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