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Friday, March 30, 2018

Wednesday's Words on a Friday


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 Delores and can be found here.


This week's words are:


1. engine
2. thunder
3. rolling
4. blast
5. ancient
6. boulder

and/or:

1. misstep
2. ponder
3. volume
4. crib
5. split
6. brilliant

here is my story:

A quick whistle blast, then the ancient steam engine began chugging along the line. Clive glanced again at the volume of coal in the crib, there should be enough, he thought. It had been years since he’d run this baby, shovelling the coal was going to be quite a workout.
The sound of rolling thunder drowned out the volume of noise the old engine was making; brilliant, jagged lightning flashes split the sky every few minutes. The storm had settled in and would probably most likely last until morning. He checked the swinging storm lanterns were secure and settled in for the ride.
Way up ahead, the new diesel engine pulling several carriages had been stopped by a minor avalanche. A giant boulder rested on the tracks and had flattened them just enough that the new train couldn’t continue. Many smaller boulders littered the area around there and a single misstep by any one of the passengers was likely to cause injury.
Clive would stop briefly along the way to pick up Edward and Jonah and a first aid kit, just in case one was needed. Mostly Ed and Jonah would be assisting the stranded passengers to transfer to the carriages old Betsy was pulling behind her. Clive would then shunt the whole shebang in reverse and deliver them to warm and dry lodgings in Ponder, where the hotel was even now readying rooms and hot food for them.


27 comments:

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    1. only slightly confused; thank you. The words didn't suggest a train ride at first, but then I started typing..

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  2. Wait ... you stopped at hot food.

    Why, River? WHHhHHHHHYYYY?

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    1. The Happy Whisk; it's a rule. Always leave them wanting more.

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  3. You know an engine named Betsy would save the day.

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    1. Arkansas Patti; you're right. I had a different name for her, but it just didn't fit.

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  4. This had me forgetting this was a Wed.Words post. Excellent.

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    1. Susan Kane; that's usually the idea, to have a story where people forget it's a word challenge. Thank you.

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  5. Hooray for Old Betsey. And her crew.

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    1. Elephant's Child; Old Betsy is very much loved and cared for, just doesn't get to go out much anymore. This trip may change that.

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  6. Nice story with the chosen words. Rather like steam trains

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    1. Margaret-whiteangel; I love them myself, the noise and the dirty steam are all part of the charm. Thank you.

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  7. Not everything new is better. Nice story!

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    1. messymimi; that is so true. although without the landslide, the new diesel engine would have travelled okay and faster. On the other hand, it's often the old ways that come to the rescue.

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  8. What a beautiful story you have written!

    Please visit: http://from-a-girls-mind.blogspot.com

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  9. Ah...the wonderful old steam trains. Many memories of my childhood come to mind.

    A lovely little tale, River....great use of the given words. :)

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  10. Wow, that one flowed like a river. Oh, wait...

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    1. Val; it did flow nicely, as soon as I had the first sentence down, it just took off.

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  11. Well done! You seem extremely comfortable with this story, as though the words just flew out of you like a bullet train. (But I'd rather ride on a steam train...)

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    1. Susan; thank you, this one was easy to write, just abut wrote itself. I like steam trains, bullet trains would be too fast. I like watching the countryside go by.

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    2. Me, too. Time's moves fast enough without us trying to speed through life. Might as well enjoy the scenery on our way.

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  12. I do love a ride in a steam train, all in the past now.
    Merle................

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    1. Merle; Puffing Billy is still going I think, we could ride that.

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  13. Remember this one . 'Choo choo0 train a beating down the track gotta keep it moving never coming back. Neil sedaka 60's

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