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 River and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
1.shipwreck 2.hook 3.unexpected 4.buttermilk 5.white-knuckled 6.buggy
Charlotte's colour of the month is Beauty Berry Purple if you wish to include it.
I´m sure not creative enough for this, but I look very much forward to your story!
ReplyDeleteIris; you are creative in other ways, I have no idea yet what to write.
DeleteMy story will be over here.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I'll be there to read it.
DeleteI read your story and loved it.
Deletemessymimi; I just read your excellent story and have to admit I'd be white knuckled too in that situation.
DeleteBon ús de les paraules, Mimi. ;-)
DeleteMy kitchen looked like a shipwreck. There was stuff everywhere with random laundry items on the hook where I normally hang my wok. There was unexpected congealing buttermilk all over the work surface. White-knuckled, I set to work on the clean up. A full can of bathroom paint had been poured over Baby Elsie's buggy - the colour being my very favourite beauty berry purple. This was to be the very last time I invited Iris Flavia round - she had made such a mess - or as we say in Adelaide, a "messymimi".
ReplyDeleteLove this tale. Reminds me of my own kitchen that is always a shipwreck. Great job Yorkshire Pudding.
DeleteLol. I loved this, and I know with the fall baking season coming up my kitchen will resemble a shipwreck!
DeleteVery inventive. Love it!
DeleteYorkshire Pudding; I love this!! Thank you.😁
DeleteÉs a dir, un autèntic caos. ;-)
DeleteBunny, her champion mule, was pulling the buggy. The sky above them was a Beauty Berry Purple. Belinda was white-knuckled as she grabbed the reins hoping Bunny would keep an even pace. The turn in the road was unexpected. As they made the corner the buttermilk all began to pour into the road. Belinda quickly grabbed the large hook on the side of the buggy and reached for a light pole. She was hoping to steady the cart. That was not acceptable and there was a large crash. Belinda and Bunny both were left standing in a pile of broken pieces that looked like a shipwreck.
ReplyDeleteOh no! Poor Belinda and Bunny, but at least they were left standing! - This is a great piece. I totally saw this scene like it happened in front of me. Wonderful description.
DeleteBad luck, Belinda. At least no-one was hurt.
DeleteGranny Annie; great story! I'm glad Belinda and Bunny were okay, but sorry about all the buttermilk.
DeleteBon ús de les paraules. Felicitats! ;-)
DeleteRiver, I'll be back to read your story and when I'm feeling brave enough I may contribute one of my own. : )
ReplyDeleteMagical Mystical Mimi; My story will be here tomorrow. I hope you can write something, you dont even have to use all the words, just the ones that speak to you.
DeleteIt can be found here with translation:
ReplyDeletehttps://elraconetdesalluna.blogspot.com/2025/09/el-naufragi.html
EL NAUFRAGI
El NAUFRAGI va ser INESPERAT. La tempesta va enfonsar el vaixell amb tanta ferocitat que el mariner amb prou feines va tenir temps de reaccionar. Entre les restes flotants, un sol supervivent va emergir, aferrant-se a un GANXO de fusta amb la mà fins que es quedaren ELS NUSOS DELS DITS BLANCS. Mentre el ressò de les onades ressonava inquietant, no s'esperava que aquell tros de fusta li oferís una esperança absurda. A la deriva, va trobar un vell i petit BUGUI pintat d'un MORAT esvaït, com un joc ja oblidat de la infantesa. A dins, hi havia un estrany pot que contenia SÈRUM DE LLET que semblava brillar sota la llum del sol. El silenci era aclaparador i alguna cosa a l'aire li deia que no estava sol. Una ombra es va moure entre les onades, assetjant el seu destí... La lluita per la supervivència tot just començava...
Thank you very much!
sa lluna; this is very good thank you for joining, I hope the shadow between the waves is a helpful dolphin and not a shark.
DeleteAs they drew closer to the music, they began to hear actual lyrics, although they didn't necessarily understand what the song was about.
ReplyDelete"Something about a ship wreck," mused Lyri, "but I'm not sure why any kind of a wreck would be something to sing about, and I don't know what a ship is."
"I think a ship is like a boat," Eldrin offered. "Bigger than a raft or a canoe, and much bigger than a boat. Something to go on the water, maybe a lake bigger than anything we've ever seen? Speaking of which, I was just looking at this creek and there seems to be some large trout in it. Lyri, do you have something I can use to make a hook, and I'll catch us some for dinner in case they aren't friendly?"
"Do you ever stop thinking of food, Eldrin?"
"No need to get testy. I was thinking for all of us."
"Which is quite unexpected, to be honest. I may have something you can use, just one moment. Thal, do you think we should stop here and wait while you and Kael go forward to see if they are friendly?"
"That's not a bad idea. You and El wait here, while Kael and I scout it out. Don't light a fire in any case until we know if we have to leave quickly."
"Oh, what I would give for some of your mother's buttermilk biscuits, Lyri, to have with some fresh trout!"
Thal rolled his eyes, "And keep El quiet if you can. We don't need to announce ourselves just yet, and all his talk about food is making my stomach growl."
"I'd love to shove a biscuit in his mouth if it would shut him up," Kael remarked under his breath. He clenched his fists until they were white-knuckled. The last few days together had made all of them just a little buggy with familiarity, and what he wouldn't give for some peace and quiet.