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.concoction 2.premises 3.smoky 4.genuine 5.stronger 6.grease
Charlotte's colour of the month is Ocean Twilight
My story should appear on this blog on Friday 27th
**Next month's Words for Wednesday will be supplied by messymimi** on her blog.
I really love coming here to see what the word choice is and I'm thinking I would like to join in. I will check the other blogs to find out what the rules are. I'm looking forward to reading your story.
ReplyDeleteThe rules are easy: Look at the words, write anything, prose, ppoem ... use all the words, just one or even none.
DeletePublish, go here and throw a link to your blogpost, if you're not posting in the comments.
Read others' WfW and throw a comment if you feel so inclined.
Happy writing and reading.
My own WfW will go live tomorrow around 11 am I suppose.
DVArtist; as Charlotte says, there are no rules. It's just a fun thing.
DeleteDear River, sorry for hi-jacking, but I did not remember when you were supposed to get home, and thought DVArtist needed a reply.
DeleteCharlotte; hijacking is fine except for spammers and trolls.
DeleteI’ll be working on it, and I will provide the prompts on my blog next month, posting them at the end of my Tuesday meanderings so it will be early for your time.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I'll be working on them tomorrow after a good long sleep.
DeletePretty. Saw it at Debra's too. Fun stuff you guys.
ReplyDeleteThe Happy Whisk; thnak you, you could join if you wanted, but you don't have too.
DeleteThank you. Right now I'm trying to get to 27 Wordy Wordless Wednesdays and don't want to commit to more. Though I am starting to publish on other days which is fun. Thank you. I'll keep it in mind for down the road. Cheers, Ivy.
DeleteI will try to get something up by or on Friday.
ReplyDeleteDora: I'll check in then and see if you managed anything.
DeleteGood words, but then most words are :)
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; sometimes I have to think really hard to get the words and sometimes I open the dictionary at random and choose from there.
DeleteOur concoction - the few times we go out - is craft beer on the premises of Jürgen´s Brauerei, where we can walk to - it is actually a deep garage... Not at all smoky, though, but grease might be there from some cars. They only are open on Thursdays and Fridays, otherwise cars park there.
ReplyDeleteThey were a start-up over 10 years ago but stay in that place with the simple, cheap seating. They go to... tadaaa... Australia to taste craft beer there and find new ideas. they are genuine brewers and get stronger and stronger. Ingo is kinda "friends" with the "bosses", Max and Paul.
We have some of their beer in the fridge (since... oh... we should really drink them! Soon!)
P.S Pic of that was in yesterday´s post...
DeleteIris; a very wonderful use of the words. I'll be checking yesterday's posts (everybody's) tomorrow afetr a good long sleep. I haven't been home more than a couple of hours, we went to visit the twins so brother R could finally meet them and their Mum.
DeleteI am on time, well, it's Thursday already elsewhere. Here's my take on this week's prompts:
ReplyDeleteFiction: The Concoction.
Have a lovely day.
lissa; I'll be right over
DeleteI did it! Well, ish. Will read others after sleep myself. http://jeanieinparadise.blogspot.com/2026/03/why-did-young-miss-jeanie-cross-street.html
ReplyDeleteAnd I've finished my dream-story. Peter's Time Travel - the End.
ReplyDeleteAQUÍ teniu el meu.
ReplyDelete—Has provat ja el beuratge que preparen a les noves instal·lacions?— va preguntar ella, amb veu baixa i to tallant.
—Sí, ho vaig provar ahir a la nit. Té un aroma fumat, com si portés anys guardat en una bóta de fusta. A mi em va semblar més fort del que esperava, gairebé em picà a la gola —va respondre ell, mirant cap a l'horitzó tenyit d'un color crepuscle oceànic, com el de les marees ocultes sota la lluna.
—No és qualsevol barreja. Només els que tenen un coneixement genuí saben manipular aquests ingredients. El greix que sura a la superfície li dóna aquest toc més fort, gairebé perillós.
—Perillós o no, aquest món sempre busca alguna cosa que alteri la calma, una espurna que desperti allò que està amagat.
—I aquí estem!, atrapats en aquesta dansa invisible, on res no és tan simple com sembla i cada glop explica una història oculta sota capes de fum i misteri.
—De vegades, enmig de la rutina, petites coses com aquesta ens connecten amb allò essencial...
—Brindem llavors, per allò insondable i allò prohibit!
Moltes gràcies!