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.instruction 2.stupidity 3.ignorant 4.disregards 5.joined
and/or:
1.shy 2.not 3.means 4.from 5.destruction
use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.
My story will appear on this blog on Friday 17th October
When Donald was a little boy he was resistant to instruction. One of his teachers remarked upon his stupidity and the ignorant remarks he often made in class. This is what she wrote on his report sheet: "Donald disregards simple requests and his joined up writing is an indecipherable mess. A shy girl called Elsie who sat next to him was not happy by any means with his troublesome behaviour so her parents decided to save her from scholastic destruction by moving her to Walford Girls High School which was recently painted pumpkin orange."
ReplyDeleteYorkshire Pudding; very clever and you're right, I wouldn't be at all happy sitting next to such a lout. Thank you.
DeleteExcellent! I am sure you had not Donald Duck in your mind.
DeleteExcellent use of the prompts.
DeleteVery good one! LOL!
DeleteHe, he, he... molt bo!
DeleteHi River and Yorkshire Pudding ... I'm quite glad I didn't go to a school painted pumpkin orange ... but can quite see why Elsie's parents moved her to the new school. I'll be crafting a story and will post here in the next day or two ... Cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteHilary; I'm not in favour of orange painted schools either. I look forward to reading your story.
DeleteI’m working on it, will be back to link up.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I'm working on mine too
DeleteMy story will be over here.
DeleteHappy Writing to All !
ReplyDeleteThe Happy Whisk; thank you.
DeleteLooking around the world, following words by Ivan Krylov (1769–1844) come to my mind:
ReplyDeleteThe Ignorant disregards the instruction.
And if his stupidity is even joined by power
he does not shy away from any means of destruction.
Sean Jeating; this sounds like so many of our current world "leaders". Thank you.
DeleteBrilliant words, and true.
DeleteSad and true!
Delete;-) Excel·lent!
DeleteThe instruction I write at work right now kinda screams stupidity has hit - the customer is ignorant and insists of having the alphabet instead of numbers to refer to all the parts of the tram that might need replacement.
ReplyDeleteSince ä, ö, ü aren´t allowed I have to split the document in two and produce massive chaos.
By no means could I persuade numbers would be better. I joined my other customer but have to alter his work in a massive way that goes near to destruction of the original! He´s not shy - he will probably tell me off (kidding).
Sorry I only came up with another boring story from my life - but right now it´s hilarious! It´s a lot of in my eyes unnecessary work, but at least I have something for my presentation - not what they want to hear, though ;-)
Love the pirate ship. And look very much forward to your story!
Iris; it isn't at all boring. I hope that eventually the alphabet man will realise numbers are better.
DeleteBona història, no deixis que et renyin mai. ;-)
DeleteCongrats!! This customer is obviously member from the notorious Germanic tribe known as the ‘Verschlimmbesserer’ (those who claim to know all better and thus make things worse). ;-)
DeleteI think I've met this customer, aggravating as all get-out. Nice use of the words.
DeleteFiGURES ETÈRiES
ReplyDeleteA la penombra d'una nit apareix una fotografia inquietant, un grup de fantasmes es manifesta entre la boira espessa de la nit. Les seves etèries figures UNIDES en un cercle, semblen debatre sobre la DESTRUCCIÓ que han presenciat. Al centre, les parets d'un color TARONJA CARBASSA brillen tenebrosament, il·luminant els rostres pàl·lids. L'escena evoca una instrucció fosca: "No es pot IGNORAR el que no es veu", xiuxiueja un d'ells, mentre altres observen amb menyspreu, com si l'ESTUPIDESA del món dels vius fos el seu entreteniment més gran. Un espectre TÍMID, visiblement IGNORANT del seu propi passat, intenta alçar la veu, però el seu ressò es perd entre els MITJANS ombrívols. Però la imatge revela quelcom més profund: un vincle amb el passat, un ressò DE DESTRUCCIÓ que encara perdura. L'atmosfera tensa suggereix que NO hi ha marxa enrere, estan atrapats entre l'horror i l'oblit.
Aquí vos deixo el meu.
Moltes gràcies!
Both very, very good, this story and the very different one on your blog!
DeleteAferradetes, Paula.
Al meu blog encara no ha sortit, la pujaré un dia d'aquests i espero que t'agradi. ;-)
DeleteAferradetes, Sean.
Fortunately for the hotel and the restaurant, Alexander and his merry band of gnolls had moved on the next morning, but the damage to the restaurant's reputation was done. Now, 24 hours later, Alexander was meeting with gnoll chieftain in what would be the straw that broke the chieftain's less than patient back.
ReplyDelete"I should have known better than to think you would be able to follow my simple instructions. How difficult is it to find the next town with a large hotel when you have all night to search for one? Your stupidity and ignorance, and blatant disregard for my comfort just astounds me. If you think I'm going to lower my standards and join you and your diseased looking lot by sleeping on the forest floor, you are sadly mistaken!"
As previously mentioned, language was a barrier between Alexander and the gnolls when they first started communicating. But with time, the chieftain had quickly picked up the English language as he, and the other gnolls, were not as stupid and ignorant as they wanted Alexander to believe. It was to their advantage to keep him in the dark, literally and figuratively, when it came to who was the more intelligent race.
Now, the chieftain turned his back on Alexander and began to wave his arms and yell random insults about Alexander to his army as if he were relaying to them all that Alexander had said. The gnolls were not a shy race, and the moment was not lost to them that the anger of the human might finally mean that they would be feasting well that night.
Ignorant to the fact that the joke was now on him, and that he was far from any city or town that could save him from his self-created destruction, Alexander stood with his hands on his hips, nodding in oblivious agreement with whatever the chieftain was saying. Nodding that is, until he realized that the horde were surrounding him and his end was at hand.
In another 24 hours, the gnolls were still rubbing their swollen and distended bellies, laughing amongst themselves about the stupidity and ignorance of certain arrogant humans who failed to have any regard for others.
Giving up their pursuit of Kael, and all other wood elves, they made their way back to familiar forests, hauling behind them bones that had been stripped clean of all flesh, muscle, and tendons. They would reassemble them when they got home as a wind chime, hanging as a warning to others who might doubt their fighting skills and strength.
For his part, Alexander never did comprehend how they could have betrayed his trust, and to this day his ghost is rumored to haunt that portion of the woods.