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
This week's words/prompts are:
1.visited 2.chewing 3.nudging 4.saw 5.point
and/or:
1.side 2.honey 3.companion 4.silent 5.loudly
If you write a story or poem on your own blog, please leave a comment so we can visit and read it. Stories or poems may also be left on this website.
My own story will appear on this blog on Friday 10th.
I wrote a story
ReplyDeleteJohn Going Gently; thank you, I'll come on over.
DeleteJohn Going Gently; where did you publish it?
DeleteI'm working on it.
ReplyDeleteMy story will be over here.
Deletemessymimi; looking forward to reading it.
Deletemessymimi; I read it and loved it. Thank you.
DeleteGod words, but my mind has gone a blank.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; my mind is blank too, but I'm sure it will wake up just as I'm falling asleep tonight.
DeleteDoes not ring a bell, but I look forward to Friday - "of course"! :-)
ReplyDeleteIris; I'm hoping to continue the shipwreck story.
DeleteWhen I first visited Elsie's pad in Adelaide I was nervously chewing gum. My wife kept nudging me until we saw our hostess emerge with the sharp point of a kitchen knife aimed at my side.
ReplyDelete"What do you want honey?" she growled. "And who's yer companion?"
I was silent, trembling with fear but then Elsie laughed loudly, "I was only kidding ye pommie bastard! Come on in cobber! Let's crack a few tinnies!"
The corners of my mouth have not returned from their expedition to my earlobes, yet.
DeleteYorkshire Pudding; I laughed so hard! Thank you, I love it.
DeleteOhh good, thanks for the laugh.
DeleteOnce visiting the famous glassblowers of Waterford. At one point, I saw a Yankee woman – dolled up in pumpkin orange and chewing gum – nudging her bored-looking male companion in the side and asking loudly, ‘Hey, honey, why don't they do it by machinery?’
ReplyDeleteSean Jeating; nicely done. I've seen videos of glass blowing, it's very impressive hard work.
DeleteThose tourists and their toe-curling questions, well done.
DeleteSempre hi ha gent que no saben què fer per quedar en ridícul.
DeleteA Campanet en tenim uns que ho fan molt bé, m'hi hagués quedat hores mirant-los.
sa lluna; There are people like that everywhere I think.
DeleteThank you all.
DeleteAn interesting group of words to write from.
ReplyDeleteDVArtist; it is an interesting selection.
DeleteNice words, my mind went blank looking at them. I ended up not looking, just writing Words for Wednesday.
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; my mind was blank yesterday, but I have an idea or two today.
DeleteI will try to participate too !
ReplyDeleteOh, please do. It's fun!
DeleteIngrid; yes please, we would like that.
DeleteAlexander was about to order room service at the latest luxury hotel he managed to find in his journey to find Kael and the other wood elves when he decided it was high time that he actually visited the three-star Michelin ranked restaurant in this particular hotel for a change. Room service was all well and good, but that night he was in good spirits and felt deserving of being served rather than serving himself.
ReplyDeleteAs much as he put on airs to be some sort of well-educated aristocrat, Alexander's table manners were more similar to his gnoll heritage. Chewing with his mouth open, with food falling out, he was ignorant to the other guests of the restaurant nudging each other or requesting to be moved to another table away from him. The maître d'hôtel saw what was happening as guests would point to him or laugh on the side and watched like a hawk to be sure that none of his waiters were mocking Alexander.
It would be just like the inspectors who "dish out" the Michelin stars to put a honey bait of a repulsive diner to test the restaurant's staff into making a mistake that could cost them their ranking. Distracted by the sight of Alexander eating, he didn't see one of their wealthiest and most prestigious guests arrive with a companion on each arm, and six other notably famous friends. They stood silent, waiting for the maître d' to acknowledge them, before they saw what he was glowering at. Their eyes widened at the spectacle Alexander was making of his meal before their host for the evening loudly exclaimed that perhaps it was time they find a new place to eat if the restaurant had lowered its standards to allow pigs to dine.
The maître d' spun his head so quickly, they heard his neck crack, and he blushed a deep red, apologizing profusely for Alexander and offering to seat them in a private room. But the damage was done, and the nine were already out the door, with several of the women posting to social media their disgust and disappointment as his words fell in the air. This would be worse than an anonymous Michelin inspector, the maître d' thought as he tried to think of the last time he had to look for a job and whether or not his resume had been updated in the past two decades.
[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.]
Oh Alexander, what trouble you cause without thinking, without knowing. I feel very sorry for that head waiter. Excellent chapter Cindi.
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ReplyDeleteEra un dia SILENCIÓS a la SERRA, on els arbres MASTEGAVEN el vent i els niguls es passejaven com si haguessin VISITAT un spa. El meu COMPANY, un peix TARONJA CARBASSA, va decidir que era hora de donar-me una EMPENTA cap a l'aventura.
—¡Anem-nos!, va dir EN VEU ALTA, tot i que no tenia boca.
Ens vam trobar amb un PUNT al COSTAT d'un pi que semblava estar amagat darrere d'un toll de MEL.
—Què fem aquí?, vaig preguntar mentre mirava el meu peix amb menyspreu.
Ell, sense immutar-se, em va picar l'ullet i es va llançar cap a la MEL. Va ser llavors que vaig comprendre que "havíem d'enraonar amb la lluna". I així, amb cada mos, ens elevarem en un vol absurd cap a allò desconegut.
Aquí vos deixo el meu.
Moltes gràcies!
sa lluna; this is very interesting, thank you.
DeleteMoltes gràcies!
DeleteI'm late again but at least I got some writing done. My take on the prompts is here: Fiction: Ghosts in the Laundromat.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the prompts.
Have a lovely day.
lissa; there are no time limits here, late is as good as early.
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