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.garrote 2.kisses 3.neck 4.philanthropist 5.pragmatism
and/or:
1. balconies 2.decadence 3.entertainment 4.genius 5.public
use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.
Charlotte's colour of the month is Carmine as seen above the text here.
My own story will hopefully appear on this blog on Friday 16th
Happy Writing and Happy January. Already whooshing past me.
ReplyDeleteThe Happy Whisk; thank you, I have no ideas at all for these words. January does seem to be in a hurry.
DeleteTo me they unfolded into a real story so easily, River, just scroll down it is all true...
DeleteI’ll work on it.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I'm going to have to work harder for this set of words.
DeleteI had mine scheduled and it didn't publish, and I just figured it out! It is over here.
DeleteMolt ben fet, Mimi.👏
Delete"Long live cruelty and decadence!"
ReplyDeleteJoan smirks as he counts once more the gold coins he's earned from renting out his balconies.
"Didn't I tell you there was no better place in this city to invest your money, darling?"
"You're a genius, Joan." Smiling, Joanita steps behind him and kisses his neck. "That's precisely why I married you."
"I knew from the start that no one would want to miss such spectacles."
"I wonder if the executioner handles the garrote any better today than he did the other day, darling?"
"I hope not! The longer the condemned person suffers, the more entertainment for the public."
"I love your pragmatism, Joan."
"And I love the sight of your breasts."
"Don't you want to attend the execution, Joan?"
"I find executions decadent. I'd rather be with you."
And with that, Joan, the philanthropist, pulls his wife onto his lap.
Sean Jeating; I like this very much, while still struggling how to use the words for myself.
DeleteScary! ;-) I hope no one does that in front our balconies!
DeleteSean: Per això mateix va el món com va. Si teniu balcons, amagueu-los! ;-)
DeleteAquest cop ens ho has posat ben complicat, hi pensaré...
Well done!
DeleteLadies, In the event of an execution, my balcony would unfortunately be too far away to rent out.
DeleteAll words and colour used. Thanks River and Sean.
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She chose one of the better balconies on the hotel. The one overlooking the ocean on the twelfth floor and the tiled patio below.
She waited patiently for her uncle Jacob to arrive. Like herself, he was full of pragmatism. A genius, he had made a fortune in the entertainment business, investing in successful shows. Wasting much of his money on starlets and sinful decadence. She had learned he was getting married to a vacuous blond sixty years his junior next month and as soon as he had done so was changing his will. The old story.
Once he arrived he bestowed the customary two kisses on each of her cheeks and she led him out to the small table on the balcony with the drinks ready.
She was wearing the carmine dress with sparkling earrings and he commented on that. He loved pretty women.
She kept topping up his whisky, in spite of his protests and hand waving. He was a small man, not used to drinking even when she said it was to congratulate him on his upcoming nuptials.
Once he was well and truly juiced, she led him to the balcony railing and swiftly threw the wire around his neck and garroted him. She removed the wire and it was easy to throw him over the railing and observe him with his head and twisted neck a bloody mess down below on the tiles.
Afterwards, she hid the wire in the toilet tank. His money was hers now. He had said so five years ago. How dare some trollop come along in and take it all.
Now it was time to scream as loud as she could and cry.
Wisewebwoman; well done! An ugly death for a philanderer though.
DeleteScary as well...
DeleteWisewebwoman: Una història molt vella, que malauradament encara es repeteix. Bon ús de les paraules.
DeleteA well written and scary story. She's probably better take that wire with her when she checks out of the hotel, all toilets break someday.
DeleteWhat a pleasure for my heart`'s dark side.
DeleteWould really have me thinking on those words. Well done for those who did it.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; they are challenging and I'd better get my thinking cap on.
DeleteNow this was easy!
ReplyDelete"I had a colleague not only me had the wish to garrote him - thankfully Ingo´s kisses prevented that. I didn´t even touch the dude´s neck.
Ingo hence is a philanthropist and lives pragmatism.
The balconies here are no sign of decadence though the neighbour right across provides entertainment since weeks with his bright shining orange-Carmine star for the public - he is a nice genius, I shouted a "thank you" over last year and he shouted back, "I let it on two more weeks for you!" - and he does also this year. In the dark I always enter the living room, see it and smile in joy!"
We've probably all had those colleagues, let's hope we all have an Ingo somewhere to prevent us.
DeleteIris; I have had a colleague I would like to garrote too, thank you to Ingo who calmed you down. There's no decadence here either. I have seen that light on your blog and it is very nice.
DeleteYes, I hope everyone has an Ingo in such a case. The star was still on this morning!
DeleteFar too many colleagues I would have like to garrotte in my time. Excellent take on the words.
DeleteXO
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Here's mine:
ReplyDeleteEn una tarda qualsevol, ella es trobava sola a casa; el sol es filtrava a través dels BALCONS, il·luminant un ambient que traspuava una barreja de CARMÍ i DECADÈNCIA, mirava per la finestra mentre la seva ment divagava entre records i desitjos. El soroll dels cotxes es convertia en un murmuri llunyà que colpejava els seus pensaments, recordant-li la brutalitat del món exterior. Va somriure en recordar els PETONS furtius que havia compartit amb el seu amant en aquells balcons... ell era incapaç d'entendre els seus anhels més profunds...
En aquell instant girà el COLL cap a la biblioteca, la seva mirada es posà sobre un vell GARROT, un record dels seus dies al teatre, on interpretava una FILÀNTROPA que canviava vides amb només un parell de petons. Amb un sonor sospir, es va deixar caure al sofà.
—L'entreteniment està sobrevalorat—, va pensar.
Però el PRAGMATISME li deia que, de fet, el veritable espectacle era el de la seva vida quotidiana. Va mirar el buit i es va imaginar com un gran GENI davant del seu PÚBLIC, disposada a relatar les històries que teixia a la seva ment.
Els sorolls de l'exterior la distreien, sorolls d'una ciutat vibrant mentre ella se sumia al seu món de fantasies. Girà el coll per aconseguir un llibre, la seva salvació davant del tedi.
—Avui només necessito això—, va murmurar, sentint la calma que li produïa submergir-se en una altra realitat.
La solitud, encara que feixuga, es convertia en un espai d'introspecció. I així, entre rialles i llàgrimes, va trobar el seu ENTRETENIMENT, un recordatori que l'amor no sempre resol la solitud.
Moltes gràcies!
Very well done!
Deletesa lluna; I echo Mimi, this is very well done. Thank you.
DeleteMimi i River: Moltes gràcies als dos!
DeleteI hope to have a story up the 16th, which would be your 17th
ReplyDeleteDora; I hope to have a story by tomorrow but haven't even started yet. I have been out all day visiting the twins who are very lively.
DeleteI have a tough time with Sean Jeating's words this month. I find them too grown-up/modern ... something for my Unicorn Farm stories. I do not rightly know what to do ...
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; I often have a otugh time with Sean Jeatings words. I need to stretch my brain, which doesn't like being stretched.
DeletePublic decadence on balconies for entertainment is a genius idea.
ReplyDeleteMike; well done as ever, short and to the point.
DeleteMike: Molt bé! 🤭👏
DeleteExcellent job
ReplyDeletethecontemplativecat here. How about this?
ReplyDeleteSen. Keifer, as he moved around balconies, blowing kisses to some of the wealthy who gave millions to his elections campaign. Keifer had always been, a philanthropist; he believed it supporting the entertainment with hopes for decadence.
Keifer felt kisses on his neck, Sheila whispered some genius words that stopped Sen. Keith. He waved enthusiastically, virtually skipping off the balcony, as Sheila giggled all the way. Another entertainment awaiting out of the public eye. Good times!