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 and read it.
This month the words/prompts are supplied by and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
(this is a sentence I read somewhere but don't remember where so I hope the author forgives me for borrowing it without crediting, which I would do if I could)
"with that single statement, he steamrollered my happiness right into the ground"
I hope this doesn't stymie your creativeness....what am I saying? You are all so clever 😃👌
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I had waited for this phone call for a very long time.
ReplyDelete‘The sale has gone through’, and with that simple statement, he steamrollered my happiness right into the ground.
Firmly into the ground, to form a solid and permanent foundation for continued happiness. Five acres of fertile ground by the river are mine. Mine to live on, to fulfil my dreams and to build a sustainable future. It has been a long, long time in coming, but the first day of the rest of my life started with that call.
😊 a nice take!
DeleteYes,...an imaginative take...good one, EC. :)
DeleteWonderful! As hard as i tried, i could not turn this into a positive. Instead, my words are story i think every parent can relate to.
DeleteElephant's Child; a happiness foundation! I like it :)
DeleteOh, you got something positive out of this. Well done indeed!
DeleteI love the positive spin. Well done.
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“I’m sorry, love. We don’t have any chocolate ice cream left. Actually, we don’t have any ice cream. You’ll have to come back tomorrow. I’m sorry!”
ReplyDeleteWith that single statement, he steamrollered my happiness right into the ground.
Disappointed, I walked back home, my unspent pocket-money clasped in my hand.
Aw, shucks and goshdarnit. Better luck tomorrow, because a day without ice cream when you have the money for it is a sore disappointment.
DeleteThat would have been a VERY sad walk home. I hope that they do have icecream tomorrow.
DeleteLee; no ice cream at all?? That's a bit like the Pub with no beer, very sad. I hope she gets her icecream tomorrow and I hope it's chocolate.
DeleteNo ice cream is certainly a catastrophe in a small person's world.
DeleteI have felt that way about an absence of vanilla bean icecream.
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I was thrilled. The audition was brilliant. I hit the high notes AND the low notes without hesitation. I knew the part was mine. Eighteen. Full of excitement, clutching the contract, I raced into the kitchen. Come Mum! Come! I called to her as I ran to the dining room where Dad was finishing his intense scouring of the Evening Echo.
ReplyDeleteDad! Mum! I got the part! I made the announcement, beaming from ear to ear, showing them the contract.
Dad shook the paper and looked up at me. Why was he so angry? Mum sucked back her smile and left the room.
I will never, he said, pay to see my daughter on the stage. Never. And perused the last page of the paper.
With that single statement, he steamrollered my happiness right into the ground.
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Wisewebwoman: This is so very sad. And entirely believable. I hope (rather a lot) that your character finds a way to defy him.
DeleteWWW; that would certainly steamroller my happiness into the ground. I hope at least she takes the part and her mother goes to watch.
DeleteWhy are parents sometimes so stupid? I don't get it.
Delete"I'm gay..." With that single statement, he steamrolled my happiness right into the ground.
ReplyDelete(How I felt when I found out Ricky Martin was gay.) :(
Magical Mystical Mimi; you must have loved him a lot.
DeleteMagical Mystical Mimi: I suspect that more than one person has felt this particular pain... which is indeed very sad.
DeleteShort and well written.
DeleteOh goodness, Lots of sad things to say about that quote.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; it is a very sad quote. I don't know yet what I'll do with it.
DeleteReminds me of a professor who tried to do that ("your statics are wrong").
ReplyDeleteI left "real Architecture" and happily ended up in IT. I should thank him (but I might slap him in the face, so... I leave it at this!).
Now I too have wrestled with this sentence. Giving a blacker twist to my continuing story here Words for Wednesday
ReplyDeleteI post this comment only hesitantly. Please read with a positive attitude - and remember, if you find some words harsh, that I am after all not a native speaker. It is meant as a gentle reminder, the stress being on gentle:
ReplyDeleteMay I ask the participants in this WfW challenge to consider leaving a comment to other peoples' works - also the ones posting on their own blog?
As the text of this challenge states: "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." I think "read it" should be supplemented by "and say a few words".
I love writing, and I can see that some of you have been to my blog and read what I wrote. I do not ask for praise, or even lots of word. A simple "Fine" or "Well done" or "Weak chapter" would suffice. :) Thank you in advance.
Not harsh at all. This meme is made by the people who participate. And applauding and supporting others is part of that. A big part.
DeleteCharlotte; I shall add the supplement from next week.
DeleteI was nearly down the aisle on my father's arm when I saw him grimace and slightly shake his head. "What is it?" I whispered, my eyes never leaving the altar.
ReplyDelete"I can't-you can't-what I mean is-" his pace slowed even beyond dramatic down-the-aisle slowness. "He's just like your ex. Maybe you can't see it but I can't let you do this. Let's turn around right now." His whispers slashed through my dress of white and I felt naked with insight. My breath caught and I lurched to a stop before self-consciously tip toeing forward with one eye on the door. Was this really happening? A pebble of doubt seemed now a boulder pinning me to the ground. I was a runaway bride in the making.
So much fun! Thank you!
HBF: Oooh. There is definitely more to this story (hint hint). And why, oh why did he wait until the eleventh hour (and I find myself hoping that the almost bride turns around with him.
DeleteHBF; welcome to drifting. I like your story and also agree with EC in hoping she turns away, and why did no one point out the resemblance to her earlier.
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