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. shindig 

2. hootenanny 

3. shemozzle 

4. heiress 

5. banana 

6. barricade 

and/or: 

1. light 

2. tough 

3. coffee 

4. nightmare 

5. curved 

6. Christmas

use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.


Comments

  1. Me encanta la idea de jugar y divertirse de ustedes
    Vengo del Blog de Hijo de Elefante
    Dejo mis saludos para todos
    Muy buena semana
    Aqui mi aporte mezclando las palabras :



    "Después de una horrible pesadilla se levantó,
    encendió la luz y se preparó un café.
    Pensó que sería saludable acompañarlo con algunas rebanadas de plátano
    A las que agregó crema.
    Realmente había que poner manos a la obra ese dia
    Y levantar una barricada en el jardín
    Un muro bien duro y alto para evitar al vecino molesto
    Quien la perseguia al descubrir que ella era la única heredera de su abuelo
    Fallecido en la ultima fiesta de Navidad."

    Feliz noche para todos!

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    1. eli mendez: Thank you for joining us. After a nightmare I tend not to go the 'healthy route" and would be much more likely to think of chocolate rather than banana. Love your use of River's challenging prompts.

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    2. Elephant's Child; I'll need to translate online, but thank you for letting me know this is not a spam comment. my first thought is usually chocolate too, but I do love bananas.

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    3. While i had to look up several words, i did understand much of the story without it. After a nightmare, i am looking more for comfort food, also.

      It's a good story!

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    4. eli mendez; welcome to drifting and thank you for your story, which I like very much.

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    5. Feliz noche a tu tambien, eli mendez.
      Me gustó mucho tu historia, y ahora quiero un café tambien.

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    1. Susan Kane; I don't know what I was thinking when I chose these words.

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  3. Kat’s earworm of the day was ‘It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas’…
    Sadly she knew exactly where it came from. Christmas was hard work for some. The party to celebrate Doug’s retirement was much the same.
    It didn’t matter whether Doug called it a small(?) hootenanny or a shindig, the organisation of it was a complete nightmare. Organisation which would largely fall on her shoulders. Again. It drove her bananas that women are always the heiress to that unforgiving and demanding role.
    Formal or informal the gathered crowds were going to need food and drink. For entertainment he had demanded folk music – and it had to be first class. Tempting as it was to barricade herself in the bedroom, throw a curve ball his way and demand that HE did the tough work, she knew the result would be a complete shemozzle.
    She settled down with a large pot of coffee and her notebook, listing all the tasks which were essential to make the night a success. Many hands make light work and she was not going to do this on her own. If she could coerce enough people to help perhaps this time she could enjoy the party as well…

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    1. Elephant's Child: I like this very much and hope Kat does get to enjoy the party.

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    2. The celebrant needs to be given a chore or too, also, i think. Excellent use of the prompts.

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    3. Well written. I like your use of banana for going bananas. I hope the party will be fun for everybody.

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    4. As always, Sue, your submission is supreme.

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  4. Try this one:

    “We’re going to a real shindig tonight! Oh boy howdy. There’s going to be a hootenanny over at the heiress’ mansion.” Joe shouted as Annie shook her head. ‘Last time we went, there was one heck of a shemozzle when Joe tore through the barricade. A banana was there and, stuff happened.’ Another shindig, another disaster. Sigh.

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    1. Susan Kane: I love it. Some people attract shemmozzles don't they? Or perhaps create them.

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    2. Susan Kane; a shemozzle indeed but still sounds like fun was had. Great use of the words, thank you.

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    3. Sounds like chaos, fun but chaotic.

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    4. That's the kind of chaotic fun that my kids used to have.

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  5. Light is better than the darkness. Coffee is better than the Coke.

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    1. Bread&salt: I would agree with you - but sadly I can no longer drink coffee.

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    2. bread&salt; welcome to drifting. Coffee is definitely better than coke, but I use too much sugar so I'm not allowed to drink coffee now.

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    3. Here's to you, fellow coffee lover!

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  6. Like the second lot of words there River - time to prepare dinner for me..

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    1. Margaret D; Maybe someday you will join us with a story?

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  7. I will try to get to this today or tomorrow. My wife has me labouring in the garden and there is much to be done!

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    1. David M. Gascoigne; gardening is like housework, never finished.

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  8. It’s tough being an heiress at a shindig – some would call it a hootenanny – and trying to look stylish while eating a provocatively curved banana. It’s even worse when some klutz skipped – er, tripped -- the light fandango and spilled his coffee down the front of her glittering, sequined ball gown. It was a real shemozzle, a nightmare! Worse than last Christmas when the cops put up a barricade at her front door – so her guests couldn’t get into her party – because some poor nobody had been murdered.

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    1. Oh, she's a real pompous a**, isn't she. Lovely story.

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    2. Bish Denham: Smiling - while disliking your protagonist intensely.

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    3. Bish Denham; welcome to drifting. I like your story very much. I guess the heiress gets what she deserves.

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    4. Some people! You wrote a very good story, it's good to have you playing along!

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  9. Well, your list got me writing... ideas for a new picture book! Lol, loved the list - I'm a big fan of interesting words.

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    1. Oh, can we have a glimpse? This sounds interesting. River is very good at interesting words ;)

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    2. JEN Garret; welcome to drifting. A picture book? That does sound interesting, would love to see it some day.

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  10. I am so impressed with this lovely initiative, and how you all have kept it going! Looking forward to reading all the interesting takes.

    Good to have stumbled across your blog!

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    1. Purple Assassin; welcome to drifting. The meme has been going for several years now. Perhaps you will join us with a story one day? My own story will be on this blog on Friday 4th.

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  11. Vengo del blog de Elephant's Child y voy a hacer mi pequeña aportción, en mi idioma.

    La luz de los rayos de sol, penetraban ya por la ventana, en el momento en que se despertó.
    En ese momento se acordó de los horrores que soñó y que le impidió descansar serenamente, la pesadilla no se le iba tan fácilmente de su mente.

    No sería mala idea de tomar un café, para espabilarse, al mismo tiempo que lo acompañada con una tostada de pan duro, que había quedado del día anterior. Sacó la mantequilla para ponerlo al pan y tomó el café caliente aún nervioso.

    Para distraerse y no pensar más en ese sueño horrendo decidió subir al desván y ordenar las cosas que había guardadas en él.

    Todos los años por la Navidad, decoraba la casa con las figuras del portal de Belén. Allí estaba el Niño Jesús, la Virgén y el Niño y los Reyes Magos. También pastores encajados perfectamente en us cajas. y fue entonces cuando reparó en que uno de ellos que no estaba en el lugar que le correspondía. Era un viejo pastor con la espalda curvada, por el peso de la leña que había en sus espaldas.

    Al ver esta piezas, que tan buenos recuerdos les trajeron de su ñiñez, recobró el ánimo y decidió salir a la calle, para dar su paseo matinal.

    Saludos desde España

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    1. Gracias por darme una razón para practicar mi español.
      Me gustó mucho tu historia.

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    2. VENATANA DE FOTO: Thank you for joining us. I love your use of the words - and a walk often makes my mind clearer and happier too.

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    3. VENTANA DE FOTO; welcome to drifting and thank you for this interesting story. I also have my Christmas things all packed away in boxes for many years now, but I do not have the attic to keep them in. Coffee and toast late at night sometimes helps me too.

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    4. Muy bien! My Spanish is not very good, i understood some and looked up the rest.

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  12. Now I have written the first part of a new chapter in my continuing story of Susan and her world here: WfW, I'm going to read all your stories.

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    1. Charlotte; I'll be over to read you new chapter very soon.

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  13. Here's my not so great attempt.

    The Christmas star sent a spiky pattern of light across the ceiling. It was taking much longer to add the rest of the decorations after this nightmare of a Monday. I thought all those other days were tough, but today I didn't have a single thing that went well. It started with a cup of rotten coffee, so I should have known to stay home and pull the covers over my head. Instead, I pushed on, spilling half a cup of that tepid brew on my new curved sectional. Great! Then I'd no sooner arrived home than the divorce papers arrived.

    I paused in my tree decorating and read the legalese again. Then I took up a pen and with a few simple strokes, I ended fifteen years of marriage.

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    1. cleemckenzie: I so relate to having a day where going back to bed is the very best option. This is a sad tale, but I hope that her life is made better not worse by putting the last fifteen years behind her.

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    2. cleemckenzie; welcome to drifting. I agree there is nothing worse than bad coffee and going back to bed is a great idea. I hope she can quickly put the past fifteen years way back in a closed file in her memory, as I have done with my 23 years, although not all the memories were bad.

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    3. That was a bad day indeed. Well written, and may we hope for better ones ahead?

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    4. My hope, too, is that better times are coming. When you get to the worst, the only way to go is up.

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  14. Deirdre was HEIRESS to a fortune, a very large fortune in fact, based on BANANA plantations that had been in her family for several generations. And they had always done well. Others had preferred COFFEE but her great-grandfather had always said that fruit beats beverage every time. Turns out he was right.
    As CHRISTMAS approached, Deirdre felt like BARRICADING herself behind the spectacular oak front door and letting it pass unnoticed. It was always a SHEMOZZLE however well she planned, and it was not as though she had to do the work herself. She did the LIGHT stuff like choosing the menu, but the TOUGH work was left to the army of servants and hired caterers. Still, what seemed like a straight and narrow road to a fabulous SHINDIG always CURVED off track. Some called it a party, Deirdre called it a NIGHTMARE. But this year there was a glimmer of hope that it all might turn out very well. Given the revival of folk music of late she thought that a HOOTENANNY would be just the thing to please everyone, and she had a band in mind. There was one handsome fiddle player and fiddling of a different kind was what she had in mind. Her strings were ready to be plucked and he might just be the fellow to do it!

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    1. Perhaps this year marks a new beginning and a new Christmas tradition!

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  15. David M. Gascoigne: I tried to reply to your story but blogger flatly refused to let me. Trying again. I love your slightly riske (how I wish I knew how to add the accent) on the prompt. And hope that the plucking of her strings creates beautiful music. A whole orchestra of beautiful music.

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    1. David M. Gascoigne; thank you for this delightful, ever so slightly risque story. I don't know how to add accents either.

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    1. does the word need to be highlighted first? never mind, we know the meaning and that is enough.

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  17. It was tough drinking that light nightmare coffee. It curved it's way through my gut until... Merry Christmas!

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    1. Mike: Succinct as always. In this instance not short and sweet though.

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    2. I know. It's way to wordy.

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