Words for Wednesday

 

Charlotte's colour of the month is Steel Blue

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 in comments so that we can come over and read it and add a few encouraging words.

This week's words/prompts are supplied by messymimi and can be found on her blog as well as here on mine.

This week's words/prompts are:

1.attention  2.vague  3.orbit  4.game  5.think  6.insistence

and/or:

1.single  2.brand  3.barrel  4.bless  5.stake  6.cap

use either list or both, mix and match, just have fun

My own story will hopefully appear on this blog on Friday 28th


Comments

  1. Boas as palavras, mas creio essa semana não poderei participar! Deixo beijos, chica

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    1. chica; it isn't necessary to participate every week, just when you can. Thank you.

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  2. The attention I get from ESE is rather vague, it´s like a game, as if the super train was in orbit somewhere, a single brand to be I think - I will not give up insistence.

    I look forward to yours and hope soon to come up with something positive, too....

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    1. Iris; what a great way to use the words! I can't think of anything but Dolly Parton right now. Am going to watch a couple of her movies tonight.

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  3. Aquí et deixo el meu:
    Quan vaig arribar al bar, la Sílvia ja m'esperava. Duia una gorra i semblava una mica confosa.
    —No sé com explicar-t'ho —va dir.
    Sobre la taula hi havia un barrilet petit de fusta.
    —Què és això?
    —Un regal del meu avi. Abans de morir em va dir que l'obrís avui, però mai no em va explicar què hi havia dins. També va dir que l'havia de beneir i que la participació de la meva futura parella seria important.
    Vaig somriure.
    —Sembla un joc.
    Ella no va riure. Em va mirar amb atenció.
    —Per què jo? Si ni tan sols el vaig conèixer...
    —No ho sé. Però va insistir molt que hi fossis.
    A dins hi havia una fotografia, una carta i una pedra de color blau acer.
    La fotografia era difusa. S'hi veia un nen, sol, damunt una moto i a un carrer del mateix poble on estàvem, sota una llum que semblava descriure una òrbita.
    —Sembla un nen petit! —va exclamar la Sílvia.
    Vaig mirar-la amb atenció.
    La carta diu: "Si has arribat fins aquí, ja és hora que ho sàpigues"
    La Sílvia va girar la fotografia i va quedar totalment en silenci.
    —Què hi posa?
    Em va passar la foto.
    Al darrere hi havia una data d'aquell mateix dia, treinta anys enrere.
    I un nom.
    El meu.

    Gràcies!

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    1. Paula; thank you, this is intriguing, a mystery which needs more solving.

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