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 Sean Jeating and can be found here
Charlotte's colour of the month is Pumpkin Orange
This week's words/prompts are:
1.hear 2.modern 3.influenza 4.physical 5.organs 6.original 7.pea 8.human 9.rather 10.size
a bit late so no need to hurry with your stories. Mine will be on this blog next Friday, October 3rd.
Look forward to reading your story, R.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; thank you. I'll have to get my thinking cap for these words.
DeleteThank you for bringing them. I'll see if something comes off it.
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; I look forward to reading it.
DeleteCharlotte; I look forward to reading it.
DeleteHuhhhh, dunno if I can come up with anything proper... but I look forward to yours, of course!
ReplyDeleteIris; I'll be working on mine tonight, today I visit with the twins.
DeleteI'm glad you're continuing the meme. Nothing springs to my mind, but I look forward to reading your story.
ReplyDeletejabblog; we'll keep going as long as we can.
DeleteI got your message, thanks. And thank you for posting the prompts.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.
lissa; I'll post November's prompts too when I get them.
DeleteMoltes gràcies!
ReplyDeleteEm sembla que t'has equivocat en posar l'enllaç d'en Sean Jeating...
I think you made a mistake in putting Sean Jeating's link...
DeleteForgive my English!
I think so too. I'll give it a shot here, and hope to get it rigth: Sean Jeating
DeleteTwelve pumpkin orange points, Charlotte. ;-)
Deletesa lluna; I probably did, and I am sorry, but Charlotte here has posted the correct one. i'll make a note of it, thank you.
DeleteGràcies a tots! ;-)
DeleteHappy Writing 🧡
ReplyDeleteThe Happy Whisk; thank you
Delete[Repeating here what I left on Sue's blog a couple of minutes ago]
ReplyDeleteDear All,
as Sue had asked me to send her my prompts at the beginning of September, I wasn't sure until yesterday night whether she had pre-scheduled them on the days when she was feeling a little better.
She hadn't.
That's why I was grateful when River kindly offered to present my prompts on her blog, as both we like the thought that Sue would have wanted us to keep Words for Wednesday alive.
Hopefully none of you will consider this tactless, even macabre, especially if funny posts were to be posted, possibly even before Sue's funeral.
I like the idea of Sue revelling among flowers, cats, kangaroos, and smiling at us.
Sean
Pel poc que la vaig conèixer, estic gairebé segura que la Sue ho voldria així.
DeleteSean Jeating; thank you. I also feel that Sue would like us to carry on.
DeleteWell, and here we go:
ReplyDeleteI hear influencers are a modern form of influenza that attacks less the organs and physical well-being, but rather shrinks the original size of a human brain to the size of a pumpkin-orange pea. ;-)
I el que ho hagi dit, té tota la raó. ;-)
DeleteBon ús de les paraules.
Enhorabona, Sean!
Sean Jeating; short and sweet, and sadly true I think. Well done.
DeleteYours is somewhat along the same lines as mine, which will post later today - proofreading needed - but you did way better. Thanks!
DeleteVery nicely done!
Delete@ sa lluna: Gràcies, Paula. ;-)
Delete@ River: What would Donna Hightower sing in 2025, as already in 1971 she sang: "This world today is a mess"?
@Charlotte: Interesting similarity,eh? ;-)
@ Mimi: Thank you, loveliest of all Mimis.
Sean Jeating; I have no idea who Donna Hightower is, I'll have to visit youtube.
DeleteI'll work on it and add it to the end of tomorrow's post perhaps, I'll link up whatever I decide to do.
ReplyDeleteThank you for helping us so much as this time.
Have we agreed Lissa will begin hosting next year, as she offered? Or is there another plan? I really want to see WfW continue if possible, even if my eyes are still all leaky every time I think about it.
messymimi; thank you. I have to work on mine too. an agreement has not been made yet as to who will host, not many who read here also read at Lissa's and she doesn't have an email link for people to send her their words. If she can work something out I am sure she will let us know, otherwise I am happy to keep doing it.
DeleteMy story this week is over here.
DeleteWriting like this makes my brain feel alive and messy all at once, and I can’t wait to see what others create too.
ReplyDeleteSeveral days after their near encounter with the spotted black caped elves, Lyri noticed that Thalion had been especially quiet since leaving that part of the forest. Finding him at the edge of a creek while she was gathering wood for their evening fire, she sat beside him.
ReplyDelete"Do you still hear Vondran's voice in your head or in your dreams?"
Thal continued looking at the water, watching tadpoles in the shallows. "No, and it is starting to worry me. What if all of it was just my imagination, and I've put our lives in danger?"
She put a hand on his arm to comfort him. "It hasn't been your imagination. Elder Elowin confirmed some of the things that he had told you before we left. You mustn't let doubt enter your thoughts, Thal. I know we've put a lot of pressure on you to lead us. Perhaps we should rest another day or two here."
Thal nodded, and Lyri left him to his thoughts and returned to where Eldrin and Kael were setting up makeshift lean-tos as they did every evening.
~*~*~
While the elves were sleeping on the ground for their part of the journey, Alexander was choosing more modern amenities for his portion. Five-star hotels were far and few between, but he would rather not settle for less so long as he was still able to meet with the gnoll's Chieftan each evening before he slept.
Now, Alexander and the elves traveled by day and the gnoll's by night. In the beginning, he had kept the same schedule as the gnolls and traveled at night. But sleep evaded him during the day, and after a particularly bad case of influenza which took all of his physical strength and left him bedridden for a week, he realized that he could no longer drive at night. He may have had gnoll DNA, but his body and organs were weakly human.
His original anger and desire to destroy Kael and all the wood elves had manifested into a small, pea-sized bilirubin pigment stone in his gallbladder, the color of pumpkin orange. For now, its presence was only an occasional twinge in his right side that went away after three or six shots of bourbon. But as the days passed without any sign of the elves, and Alexander's evening "nightcap" increasing in frequency during the day, there came another, as the original stone became larger.
There was now a race within Alexander's body that his mind was thus far unaware of. Would he die of an infection caused by the stones? Would he die of a heart attack from the stress of the journey? Or would the gnoll Chieftan finally have enough and make a meal of him?
The gnolls were already placing bids for his appendages, and bets for how much longer Alexander would live....
[This is an ongoing chapter a week story that began with the first Words for Wednesday for 2025 on 1 January. I'm hoping to continue it through 31 December, the last Wednesday of the year. To start from the beginning, click on the Words for Wednesday 2025 label to the right and it will pull up all of the weekly posts, beginning with the most recent. To start from the beginning, continue to click "Older Posts" at the bottom of the page until you get to 1 January 2025, then click "Newer Posts" to read the next date. You can thank Blogger for the inability to list them by chronological order under the labels.]
This sounds like a fun challenge. The weather seems to change to rain for the coming days, so I hope to pop over and read it all. Dropping down in the middle seems raterh confusing.
DeleteCindi; I like this excellent chapter.
DeleteI have written my achey-grumpy version of Words for Wednesday.
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; I'll be over in a minute.
DeleteAquí teniu el meu:
ReplyDeleteA la penombra d'un MODERN laboratori, l'olor de CARBASSA TARONJA es barrejava amb la fragància inquietant d'un desinfectant. El Dr. Salazar havia SENTIT A DIR que els ÒRGANS d'un HUMÀ podien ser millorats, però allò que estaven creant anava més enllà de la ciència. En observar, va veure a l'ombra un home de TALLA mitjana amb un físic notable que sostenia un pèsol a la mà. Una figura prima coberta d'una pell verdosa va emergir de l'ombra, el FÍSIC distorsionat per la manipulació genètica. "No sóc MÉS AVIAT el que esperaves", va xiuxiuejar amb un to esgarrifós, mentre un PÈSOL gegant es recargolava a la mà. Ara la GRIP era només un esbós d'un horror ORIGINAL, bategant per cada racó del laboratori.
Moltes gràcies!
Scary story, Giant pea in the hand of a Frankenstein's monster-type guy and a thing to make the flu look innocent ... If I get you rigth.
DeleteAlso I don't quite get the sentence: "I am not the RATHER that you expected" seems not meaningful to me. Please enlighten me, I'm sorry that my Catalan is not good enough (I studied Spanish half a lifetime ago, and we had some linguistic theory, using Catalan for the developement of sounds).
Significa en castellano: "No soy más bien lo que esperabas", es decir no es lo que estaba esperando. En catalán "Més bé" y "Més aviat" es lo mismo.
DeleteMy English isn't very good, and when I translate words, it may not be correct. Sorry!
Gracias, ahora comprendo.
DeleteAnd I offer a translation. Please correct me:
DeleteIn the dim MODERN laboratory, the scent of ORANGE PUMPKIN mixed with the disturbing fragrance of disinfectant. Dr. Salazar had HEARD that a HUMAN'S ORGANS could be enhanced, but what they were creating was beyond science. As he watched, he saw a medium-SIZED man with a remarkable physique standing in the shadows holding a pea in his hand. A thin figure covered in greenish skin emerged from the shadows, his PHYSICAL form distorted by genetic manipulation. "I'm not AS GOOD AS you expected," he whispered in a chilling tone, while a giant PEA squirmed in his hand. Now the INFLUENZA was just a whisp of an ORIGINAL horror, throbbing in every corner of the laboratory.
sa lluna; a creepy story of how things can go so wrong when scientists try to meddle where they shouldn't.
DeleteCharlotte; thank you for the translation.
Charlotte: Gràcies per la traducció.
DeleteRiver: Tens raó, no sé com acabarem.
I'm a bit late but I got some writing done. I tried to make it short but it somehow became long. My take on the prompts is here: Fiction: How to save 127 people with a lot of trying
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.