Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 

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 Charlotte and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. dates 2. plan 3. a wedge of geese 4. door 5. shovel 6. enemy 

and/or: 

1. huff and puff 2. clock 3. treasure 4. a knot of toads 5. invention 6. sure

also included is Charlotte's colour of the month: golden yellow 

Here is my story:

A knot of toads squatted in the corner of the field, staring balefully at all who passed. Imprisoned by Aaron, he of the golden yellow eyes, they were to remain there until the last wedge of geese had flown south for the summer. They had caused far too much trouble in fairyland this season and Aaron was sure a spell of immobilisation would be good for them, at the very least they would come to realise their plan to take over the fishing pond had made them the enemy of all who swam and fished there.

They had also buried the door into the grassy hillock under piles of mud this morning as they dug out wider sections of the pond. Teams of pixies and elves took turns with the shovel to clear the door, the huff and puff of their exertion could be heard for many miles. Fairies flitted between the trees bringing down dates for the teams to eat between digging shifts.

Aaron watched the diggers and wheels began to turn in his head. An invention was forming in his mind. Some kind of digging machine must be possible he thought. A treasure surely worth working towards, but not today. The last shovel full of dirt was thrown aside and the door to the interior was finally pulled open just as the clock inside struck six. ‘Hooray! Hooray!” shouted the diggers. “It’s dinnertime!” They hustled off to the pond where they pulled up buckets of water to clean themselves off before rushing to the tables where the gnomes (it was their turn) were setting out the daily feast.