Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Words for Wednesday 25 October 17 ~ the prompts

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Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. I joined in when Elephant's Child was hosting the prompts. This month I will be hosting.

Essentially the goal is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. 
What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, using all or some, or ignoring them. 

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. It would be wonderful if as many people as possible joined into this creative exercise. If you are posting on your own blog - please share the link to your blog post in the comments below so that we can come enjoy and applaud.


Keeping the spirit alive for one last week, the words chosen for prompts this week are from actor Vincent Price's movie titles.

I have to confess that the first time I saw him was in Pit and the Pendulum. It was shown at school when I was in the 6th grade in Scottsdale, AZ ~ about 1972 ~ and it absolutely terrified me. I sat next to a girl, Jan Creech [whose name I will always remember because of it] who only screamed at the NOT scary parts. So as I watched with my hands over my eyes, peeking between my fingers when I thought it was safe to look, I only saw the scary parts which gave me nightmares for weeks.

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1. Pendulum
2. Haunted
3. Seven
4. Wax
5. Raven
6. Scream

and/or

1. Tales
2. Fly
3. Tingler
4. Invisible
5. Usher
6. Diary

22 comments:

  1. Nice selection of words again Cindi, I posted mine on my blog, here's the link to it WFW - There you are

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  2. Fantastic words. This has been a great month. I shall no apply myself.

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  3. Movies in school? Scary movies for 6th graders? That doesn't sound like a good decision to me. Did your parents wonder why you had nightmares?
    I like the word choices. I'll have something on my blog on Friday 27th.

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    1. I don't remember telling my mom about the nightmares. My father was in Vietnam at the time and I think I tended to keep to myself most of the time. Like Hayden, I did a lot of hiding in libraries.

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  4. Dear Diary:
    Can you hear me scream with excitement? I am going, I am really going. Every nerve tingles. Next week I am going to fly to London!
    . 'England swings like a pendulum do
    Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
    Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
    The rosy-red cheeks of the little children…'
    I suppose I was about seven when my mother's tales of her home country first made me long to visit. I have been haunted by them ever since. Madam Tussaud's wax works, watching the ravens at the Tower of London, seeing the changing of the guard (with Christopher Robin and Alice in invisible attendance*).
    This trip is going to usher in my new life - one where dreams DO come true.

    *I grew up with the A.A. Milne poem, which reads in part:
    ' They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace -
    Christopher Robin went down with Alice.
    Alice is marrying one of the guard.
    "A soldier's life is terrible hard...'

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  5. Okay...here we go
    Andrew sat at the top of the stairs, his eyes fixed on the pendulum of the old clock in the lobby below. In his hands rested the leather bound diary of his great great grandfather, also an Andrew as were all the first born males, and already the fourth generation of Blackstone to live in Blackstone manor.
    For some reason Andrew always found himself in this exact position at seven pm. It never failed. He loved the tales in the collection of diaries his great great grandfather had kept over his lifetime. It was all there; stories of the raven haired beauty the older Andrew had married (the old man waxed poetic over her beauty), even the purchase price of the clock at the bottom of the stairs. That clock had marked the passage of time for every Andrew since that day it was first installed. It's ticking had helped usher in the arrival of four more Andrews including himself.
    Andrew sighed. Time seemed to stand still for him now. It seemed always to be seven pm and he seemed always to be sitting on the top step looking at the clock. He remembered when time seemed to fly past at break neck speed.
    He stood, and turning, found himself face to face with a young woman who let out a spine tingler of a scream and simply ran straight through him and down the stairs as if he was invisible.
    Stunned, he sat back down on the step and focused once more on the pendulum. Seven pm. How peculiar, he thought.
    "Andrew, Andrew! I swear this old shack is haunted. I saw him again, in the same place."
    "Never mind sweetheart. Look. Look what I found in the attic. A whole trunk full of old diaries written by my great, great, great, great (I think maybe one more great?) grandfather. I can't wait to read them."

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    1. I really love this. And wonder how many Andrew's are wandering about Blackstone manor still.

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    2. I love this and wonder what it was that has kept him there all these years ...

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    3. It would be frightening to be a ghost and not know it. You couldn't help scaring others then, too.;

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  6. It's been a fun month, Cindi...and it's been nice to meet you. Thank you for your hospitality. :)

    "I was introduced to the works of Edgar Allan Poe when in my early teens. A friend of mine would WAX on about the brilliance of Poe’s poetry and short stories day after day urging me to jump aboard the Poe train.

    The first poem I read was The RAVEN, which was followed promptly by Poe’s short story, The Pit and the PENDULUM.

    For the next SEVEN days I virtually became INVISIBLE from the outside world, particularly when I commenced reading the TINGLER, The House of USHER. It was followed immediately with The Tell-Tale Heart.

    One night while sitting quietly, reading by candle light, completely engrossed in the descriptive Poe poem, The HAUNTED Palace, suddenly I let out a piercing scream, loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood. My brother, full of mischief as usual, had silently crept up on me!

    A few years ago, when at Brisbane Airport waiting to FLY off to Singapore, to fill in time, I browsed the gift shop. To my joy, I came across a copy of The Works of Edgar Allan Poe Volume 1. Without hesitation, I bought it to keep me company during my flight.

    My love of the TALES written by Edgar Allan Poe remains to this day.

    His last poem, the heartbreakingly expressive Annabel Lee sits on my bedside table, permanently, next to my DIARY."

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    1. It has been a fun month, Lee, and thank you for participating! I love your use of the words this week!

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    2. Love this Lee. Books have been a saviour to me. Often.

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    3. Books are often the best company.

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  7. Mine is on my blog. Never one to keep it short and under a hundred words
    WFW can be found here
    Cathy

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    1. An excellent tale! I hope that you continue the story! I'm intrigued ...

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  8. Brilliant collection of excellent words my friend

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