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 jabblog and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
1.tapestry 2.machine 3.apple 4.bathroom 5.broomstick 6.lightning
and/or:
1. recipe 2.order 3.wasp 4.explain 5.never 6.imagine
use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.
my story will appear on this blog on Friday15th
Acabei de fazer minha participaação e aqui trago o link dela:
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beijos, tudoi de bom,chica
Thank you, I will come and read.
DeleteYou would never imagine what Mr. Wasp intended to order after returning from the "Recipe Machine's" bathroom.
ReplyDeleteSimply an apple.
But suddenly there was a lightning, and riding on a broomstick he got swallowed by the tapestry on the wall.
Explain!
Sean Jeating; oh no! A cursed apple! and perhaps an enchanted tapestry too. Very nicely done.
DeleteI wonder if he was in a type of wonderland and had an adventure.
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DeleteSean: No sé perquè, però he pensat amb el quadre de Magritte. ;-)
DeleteRiver: I still can't explain what forces were at work there. It all happened too fast for me.
DeleteMimi: Hmm, indeed, perhaps the tapestry was an enchanted mirror. I shall ask Alice.
Paula: Are you sure Mr. Wasp is / was "The Son of a Man"? ;-)
I’m working on it.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I'm looking forward to what you come up with.
DeleteGood words to work with
ReplyDeleteDVArtist; they are aren't they?
Delete"I asked, 'Mum, may I paint a plum-tree?` - as we had no apple tree in the garden but such one. `Yes, of course`, was her answer. I was 4 or 5 years old and ... till now I sometimes miss the important part....
ReplyDeleteI painted it on the wall. The tapestry was ruined and despite I´d asked it stuck there till I was 14!!!!
I´d never imagine(d) my Mum could be like a machine-strict!
Quite a recipe to teach your child??? I should´ve explain(ed) but I was too young, it was clear to me, where the painting will go..."
Sadly this is a true story and weee... it is embarrassing to have friends over and you have a painting of a kid there.
Today I can laugh about it and also... I had a fire-truck as bed - how bad can it get?
Oh, my! Yes, you have to be clear when instructing children. They can get some odd ideas in their heads.
DeleteP.S. Looking forward to yours!!!
ReplyDeleteIris; I am laughing at you painting the tapestry. the twins love painting but know already they should only paint on paper unless I take them outside with huge brushes and buckets of water, then they paint the house, the fence anything they want because it is just water. I think a fire-truck bed is better for a boy, but if that's all they had, at least you had a place to sleep. Great Grandson B has a car bed.
DeleteIt was announced I get a baby-Brother and was asked to chose a bed he will get later, hence... fire-truck. It was for him but stuck with me forever. You could de-assemble it (is that a word?) so I had my wardrobe with a fat "112" on it ... my childhood, huh? ;-)
DeleteI think it was never put into place for him :-(
It was a great concept! You could even do your homework in there and you slept on top.
You saw my bad sketch here ages ago... It was a cool "bed"!
It was a cool bed, not the same as my great grandson who has only the car with no "upstairs" part. I have a picture somewhere and I will find it and email it to you.
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ReplyDeleteThe Jablog Tapestry had been made on a machine. I was sure of it. Munching on an apple in the bathroom, I thought about the corner scene where a witch on a broomstick was negotiating streaks of lightning. It was as if Janice had been following a recipe for her design, stitching to order. The doubt was like a wasp in my brain - buzzing around. It's hard to explain but previously I could never imagine that Janice would stoop so low as to put out a machined wall hanging while still insisting that the embroidery was hand done over many winter nights in her remote cottage in Berkshire, England. Such outrageous fakery!
ReplyDeleteYorkshire Pudding; well done, I like it.
DeleteNice use of the prompts!
DeleteI was sitting on the verandah eating an APPLE contemplating doing some TAPESTRY work which I really enjoy. Lost in my thoughts this MACHINE of some kind drove past and put me in the present, it had what looked like a BROOMSTICK out the back of it. It became rather eerie all of a sudden the clouds were black and in the distance I heard thunder followed by LIGHTENING. Then all of a sudden I remembered I had left the tap running in the BATHROOM, when I got there water had just started to flow over the bath. What a relief.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; well done with the words. I'm glad the water was turned off in time to prevent major flooding.
Delete😉
DeleteSadly, I missed again. I did write something but unable to finish it but the prompts/words are very inspiring. I'll try again next week.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.
Sota un cel encapotat, una noia caminava precipitada sota la pluja que queia com un tapís gris sobre la ciutat. Perduda entre carrers que no reconeixia, els seus passos retrunyien contra el paviment mentre intentava desxifrar un rètol daurat que no la identificava. La pressa per arribar a casa era palpable, la seva ment repassava la recepta que havia deixat oblidada a la cuina, al costat d'una poma solitària sobre la taula.
ReplyDeleteUn llampec va il·luminar el cel gris reflectint en un toll la silueta d'una màquina expenedora trencada. La seva ment s'ennuvolà mentre intentava explicar la seva situació a algú invisible, com si una vespa brunzís dins del seu cap. "No m'imaginaria mai haver d'explicar això", va pensar.
En entrar a l'edifici, va buscar el bany per sacsejar les gotes d'aigua, recolzant-se momentàniament en un pal d'una escombra al costat de la porta. Mentre esperava l'ascensor, va intentar explicar-se a si mateixa com havia perdut el camí i el seu desconcert per no trobar ni un rètol en la seva pròpia llengua, sense imaginar que aquella comanda urgent l'havia portat a un lloc tan desconegut com a seu.
Finalment, amb determinació, va seguir endavant cap al seu destí, amb la jaqueta xopa i la motxilla a l'espatlla, només somiava arribar a casa seva, esperant-la, seca i càlida.
Moltes gràcies!
Eis a minha participação
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Um grande abraço
Verena