Words for Wednesday
It’s Wednesday!
And June!
Which means it is my
turn to provide you all with words to challenge your minds.
Write a story, write a
poem; the choice is yours.
Post it here in the
comments, or on your own blog, it doesn’t have to be today,
but please leave a note in the
comments here so we can all find you and read your creation.
Here are the words:
1. station
2. stranger
3. opportunity
4. release
5. notebook
6. heavens
and/or:
1. devastation
2. yacht
3. surrounds
4. security
5. touch
6. glow
and/or:
"much like gravy, the plot thickens"
go ahead! Have fun :)
go ahead! Have fun :)
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ReplyDeleteLeeJune 15, 2016 at 8:44 AM
ReplyDeleteIt would appear I'm first cab off the rank this week...
"HEAVENS! It had been an OPPORTUNITY of a lifetime. One she wouldn’t have turned down under any circumstances.
Having pleaded for a RELEASE from her newspaper job she grabbed her NOTEBOOK, threw it into her backpack as she ran out of the building.
There was no time to lose. The Sunlander was due to arrive at the railway STATION.
It was headed north and so must she. The highway was cut in a couple of places, and the airport at her destination was closed. She had no other choice but to use the train.
The DEVASTATION caused by the cyclone had been worrying enough, but MUCH LIKE GRAVY, THE PLOT THICKENS, she thought as she hailed a taxi. Something odd had happened. She must get to the crux of what was going on.
The subjects of her last in depth article who had many suspicions about their apparent wealthy lifestyle were missing.
They lived on their luxurious YACHT. The couple had disappeared, but their unharmed yacht remained moored in a safe harbour.
It and the other yachts in the secure marina had suffered no damage from the cyclone. Signs of a struggle and small traces of blood had been discovered on the couple’s yacht.
Adrenaline flowed through her veins as she ran along the station’s platform. She was oblivious to her SURROUNDS and the milling crowd. Feeling a TOUCH to her shoulder, she came to a sudden stop. Turning around she stiffened when she noticed the grim look on the face of the STRANGER standing close behind her. At first, the GLOW from his torch made him appear threatening.
She refused to allow herself to relax even when she saw his SECURITY badge. It could be a ploy, she told herself. Keep your wits about you! You know you’re onto a good story. No one is who or what they appear to be."
A reporter to her core... Great story.
DeleteGreat story! I hope she gets where she is going and finds the answers she is looking for. What a scoop for her paper!
DeleteShe was absolutely wise not to trust the uniform. You just never know. You create the drama well!
DeleteAgain, some great words and prompt! I will post my thoughts at my site on Friday!
ReplyDeleteSusan; I look forward to reading what you come up with :)
DeleteMy notebook holds pieces of me. Snippets of things I have thought, seen, wondered about... Dark things and beautiful things. Sometimes very personal things. Writing them down is often a release. Things kept hidden in the dark tend to fester and grow. ..
ReplyDeleteI knew I had it at the station. When I put my metro ticket back in my bag and saw its absence I panicked. And retraced my steps quickly.
I don't think the stranger taking the opportunity to flip through its pages knew what hit him. A screaming virago snatched the book from his hands all the while calling the wrath of the heavens down on him...
And if any of those curses come true he will be sorry. Very, very sorry.
I love it, EC!! :)
DeleteEC; I love this too!I can actually see you in my mind, tearing down the platform towards the man, grabbing the notebook and whacking him about the ears with it.
DeleteEC; I love it too! I can see you in my mind, rushing down the platform towards the man, grabbing the notebook and whacking him about the ears with it.
DeleteDefinitely deserved treatment. Never steal a writer's notebook or receive their wrath.
DeleteI will have to think about this.
ReplyDeleteMerle..........
Merle; please do think about it, we'd love to read your contribution whenever you're ready.
DeleteAfter the ( devastation) of war and other scenarios in the earlier part of my naval carreer. I was about to embark on a more sedate commission.
ReplyDeleteI felt a (glow) of satisfaction when I saw this Naval Ship without weaponry its (surrounds) within the dockyard being patrolled by armed sentries. A (touch) of mystery prevailed about this ship whish appeared to be more of a grey painted (Yacht) than a naval vessel.
But why all this (Security)?, I was soon to discover most of the business done aboard this hush hush vessel was top secret and mostly about the detection of submarines and more.
It was now becoming clear to me and the reason why I had to reveal a heap of information regarding myself and relatives past and present, even the political alliances of both myself and relatives present past and deseased and their whereabouts.
Although it really was not what I was expecting, fortunately it was to be my final ship I would serve on. and I would be free on pension and finaly be my own person.
Vest: I really like this. Great use of the words.
DeleteSounds like something my Navy spouse could have written. He loved retirement. Good job Vest!
DeleteVest; a good story and true too. A nice little piece of your history.
ReplyDeleteIf there was time I could think of a short story...hopefully soon I do get the time.
ReplyDeleteMargaret-whiteangel; whenever you're ready.
DeleteI will be back. Don't want to read everyone's great work until I have done mine because I will be influenced by their stories. I will post mine here and on my blog when it is done. River you have really given us some good, challenging words. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHere it is and it is posted on my blog.
ReplyDeleteFILL ER UP by Granny Annie
At the old time filling STATION
We were never a STRANGER
They filled our tanks for us
To keep us out of danger.
Then along came progress
Some saw as OPPORTUNITY
To cause us to pump our own gas
Doubling prices with impunity.
I used a NOTEBOOK to write
The instructions for my ease.
Still it took me ages to learn
How to push the gas cap RELEASE.
I forgot never to light a match.
It wasn't written, don't you see,
That fire and gasoline won't mix
Now HEAVEN'S home for me.
If and when you post your story on your own blog, will you comment on mine so I can visit you. I hope more bloggers will get involved with this. It is so much fun.
ReplyDeleteGranny Annie; I LOVE your poem, it's so cleverly done, but a bit sad about heaven now being home.
ReplyDeleteMy story will be on my blog tomorrow Friday 17th.
Thank you Ladies for being so nice to me. It is a rare occasion for me to receive a friendly response from so many clever and articulated persons.
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