The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
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This month the words are supplied by Delores and can be found here.
This week's words are:
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.