Wednesday's Words on a Friday, appearing on Saturday, because Friday is New Year's Day and all you readers will be sleeping in
On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems
This month the meme continues here, at Drifting Through Life.
Next month, January, I believe Jacqueline from Randomosity will be providing the words .
(Jacqueline has recently injured her hand, so we are not yet sure if she will still be providing the words).
Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.
Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know, in our comment boxes, so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
A town of old people, old buildings and old ways.
(I was going to start with: 'over and over, he joyously plunged the knife into his victim' but it's Christmas, so I changed the whole story)
here is the new story:
In a town of old people, old buildings and old ways, anything new and exciting was viewed with consternation by the folks that had lived there since the town was new. Not the original folks of course, but the descendants and their families. They had all become set in their ways, change was hard to accept.
New people had the potential to bring disaster, new ideas were considered fanciful and took years to be accepted. Even new paint on any of the buildings was frowned upon, especially if it was a different colour than the original had been. So people just hadn't bothered with repainting and for this reason Oldtown was beginning to look rather shabby. But nobody minded that, it was the way things had always been.
A recent whirlpool of activity had the ladies aid women gossiping furiously. As they crocheted blankets and baked breads for the needier elderly among them, they discussed Mr and Mrs Springer and the new idea they had introduced to the children of Oldtown.
Singing! In the park! At night!
With trepidation, the folks gathered at the Town Square on Christmas Eve to watch this new-fangled idea brought to them by the Springers who had come all the way from London, England.
As dusk fell, the Springers and a small crowd of children gathered inside the Rotunda. Bundled in heavy jackets resembling sleeping bags*, the children joyously sang songs appropriate to the season.
Mr and Mrs Springer, new owners of the High Street delicatessen, had brought carolling to Oldtown!
Not wanting to ruffle the feathers of safety-conscious parents the Springers had agreed to improvise with a torch for each child instead of candles.
*underlined sentence has been borrowed from a story on notalwaysright.com, but I wish I'd made it up.