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. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.
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 to read it and add a few encouraging words.
This month the words/prompts are supplied by ME and can be found right here
This week's words/prompts are:
1. random 2. haphazardly 3. fixation 4. vendetta 5. Christmas 6. hugs
and/or:
1. coastguard 2. middle 3. basil 4. carnation 5. junk 6. ladder
use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.
Also include if you can, Charlotte's colour of the month which is antique pink for September
Basil was a fool, or so was thought, though he considered the name an honor. He knew his life was not random or haphazard. He was in the middle of his place-to-be, fixed and set, hugged in by circumstances. He wandered in chains or barefoot, in the Christmas chill or summer's swelter, praying for us all at the cathedral that now bears his name.
ReplyDeleteSandi: I really like this. We need committed and passionate fools. All of us.
DeleteYou've retold his life beautifully and succinctly.
DeleteSandi; thank you for playing. I like this, though I haven't heard of any cathedral named after a Basil.
DeleteThat's the sort of story that makes the reader want to find out more:-)
DeleteVery well done!
DeleteNice to feel reminded of "The Holy Fools" by Miguel Delibes.
DeleteShort and sweet story. I'd like to know more of Basil, the holy fool.
DeleteVery nice, and he sounds like someone I'd like to meet.
DeleteJoan was haphazardly musing. She often did, particularly when the list of things she ‘should’ be doing was longer than her arm and growing. Today’s random thoughts included wondering whether the antique pink top she couldn’t resist would suit her. She decided that it didn’t matter. She loved the colour and it made her happy. Why did she sign some at least of her blog comments with hugs? She cared about the people she was responding to, truly cared, but if truth was told she wasn’t a comfortable hugger.
ReplyDeleteShould she buy basil or carnations for the garden? She really couldn’t afford them both at the moment – no matter how much she wanted them (see failing to resist that pink top).
Her current fixation was wondering about jobs she had never considered. Could she be a coastguard? Spending her days by the sea watching the sky and the waves for people in danger? Nah, junk that thought. She would never climb the ladder to the lookout.
Reluctantly she pulled herself together and started to focus on the Christmas list that she was in the middle of working through. Her mind was definitely on had a vendetta with her prospects of getting things done, but for the moment she pushed the much more exciting mental wanderings aside, knowing that they would return.
Sometimes my wandering mind doesn't want to behave, either. Nice story.
DeleteElephant's Child; very nice. I fear my mind is often haphazardly musing just as Joan's does, though I have given up on writing "to-do" lists. For a while I tried "done" lists, but they didn't work either, remaining blank too often.
DeleteDaydreaming is so much pleasanter than 'living in the moment'!
DeleteVery well done, too!
DeleteI want to see that antique pink top! Hard to picture.
DeleteYou could have named Joan Sean as well, Sue. ;-)
DeleteNice story, I think we can all feel with her.
Deleteoh yes, the haphazard randomness of a to-do list that seldom gets done. Been there. Done that ... scratch that. Doing that.
DeleteMy words will be over here.
ReplyDeleteThank you, River, for posting the words this month.
messymimi; I'll come on over :)
Deletenicely done!
DeleteWell, to put it pleonastically: Mentioning a random vendetta at Christmas would sound as haphazardly as ... ahem ... mentioning the fixation of antique pink junk at the middle of a basil ladder.
ReplyDeleteRather let's give belated hugs to the Portuguese coastguard when next year celebrating the 50th anniversary of the successful carnation revolution.
Sean Jeating; interesting take on the words, but now I have to look up pleonastically.
DeleteI think you used just the right number of words, and cleverly, too.
DeleteVery clever indeed Sean. I am really looking forward (with some trepidation) to seeing the prompts you give us.
DeleteI always love your short, short stories.
DeleteVery clever. I understand EC's trepidation.
DeleteLadies, thank you for the fine com(pli)ments.
DeleteAnd you, dear Sue: Fear not. ... Hm, on the other hand, come to think of it ... ;-)
I'm looking forward to your turn at the words! Very well worded.
DeleteAn I in spam jail?
ReplyDeleteBlogger is unpredictable these dayse - once again.
DeleteAm!
ReplyDeleteI am sure that River will release you.
DeleteThank you for the Words. My whinge ends well, and then all is well I hope.
ReplyDeleteMine has been published on my page here.
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