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.chips  2.herd  3.clamped  4.walk  5.over  6.cheese

Charlotte's colour of the month is Ocean Twilight


My story should appear on this blog on Friday 20th


Comments

  1. River has selected some fine words. Have a Happy St. Patrick's Day.

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  2. Since I´m officially old I don´t crave chips anymore (maybe you also call them crisps?) - I am over it! I still love cheese.
    And I feel quite clamped in a herd of people (or any being) but I walk, maybe not in Twilight and the Ocean is too far away now...

    Sorry, that is all I can come up with but isn´t it funny. I LOVED chips and now. I think months ago Ingo bought a bag and it sits "somewhere" still!

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    1. Iris; great use of the words. I don't crave chips anymore either, but I will have some if they are offered at a friends home. I love cheese too, but I think I eat too much of it.

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    2. Then I'm not officially old yet. Thanks :D Nice story.

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    3. River... then we are old - Charlotte... enjoy :-)

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    4. I still crave chips/crisps sometimes. Your story is good.

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    1. Margaret D; thank you. Now, what will you write with them?

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    1. Charlotte; I will read it after I get home from visiting with the twins.

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    1. Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3; will you join?

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  6. Aquí teniu el meu.

    El crepuscle oceànic projectava ombres allargades sobre el corriol, on un grup de joves s'aventuraven a recórrer el bosc. Rialles i patates fregides cruixien a les mans mentre caminaven. Tot i així, l'aire alegre aviat canviaria. Un xiuxiueig glaçat va emergir de la muntanya, van albirar de lluny un ramat d'ovelles que semblava guiar-los cap a una clariana. A mesura que s'acostaven a la foscor, un crit esquinçador va trencar el silenci. Tot va quedar subjectat en un instant. El formatge, fonent-se a les mans d'un d'ells, es convertí en un símbol de terror imminent. Una ombra fosca va lliscar entre els arbres i ja res no seria igual. El camí cap a la llum s'esvaí... De sobte, un silenci aclaparador els deixà immòbils, mentre uns ulls els miraven fixament. Els segons semblaren hores... Un gos d'atura negre sortí de darrere un arbre bordant-los i els pobres sortiren per cames del lloc. Tal fou l'ensurt que no en tornaren a parlar mai més.

    Thanks!

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  7. Just read it. Felt like I was there. You do great at these. Truly.

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  8. I'm a little late. I can't seem to write faster. Also my wi-fi keeps having a tantrum so not much participating this month. Thanks for all the prompts.

    My take on the prompts:
    Fiction: Fiction: Spirit in the Typewriter.

    Have a lovely day.

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