Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Words for 17 January ... the prompts

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, and the words will come from events ~ past and present ~ on the calendar each week.

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 of the words, 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.



Image: WeHeartIt.com
birthday
robbery
earthquake
execution
Pooh
Paris
and/or

Hepburn
ferry
murder
rolling
ledger
Tobruk

44 comments:

  1. Not sure if I'm ready to come back to this yet but those are certainly some inviting prompts.

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  2. Great selection. I shall put on my tinfoil thinking cap.

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  3. Okay....here we go...
    The old accountant closed the final ledger for the day and, rolling his chair back from the desk, reached for the gift bag he had stashed under his desk at noon. A gift for his grandson's birthday, the Pooh bear would be received with joyous squeals, of this he was certain.

    He glanced across the street to where the jewellery store robbery took place the day before. The streets of Paris were no longer a safe and comforting place he mused. The episode had hit the public like an earthquake disrupting the peaceful flow of life in the community.

    The jeweller was a personal friend of his and while the man had not been murdered he had been badly injured. He would drop in to see him at the hospital before he took the ferry to his son's home in London. He had located a vintage movie poster of Catherine Hepburn, his friends all time favourite star, as a gift for the man he would in all likelihood never see again. That is, as long as things went as planned.

    Smiling grimly he fondled the Pooh bear and explored one more time the secret internal pouch that would be removed once he set foot on England's soil. He would not return to Paris and his dusty little office. No, never again, he thought. All in all, a well executed job. To bad about his old friend but, he would recover. No harm no foul. After the birthday party he would set sail for the Port of Tobruk and a glorious retirement.

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    1. Great twist. And hopefully his friend didn't recognise him.

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    2. Oh wow, an unexpected end to the story. I hope he escapes ;)

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    3. Excellent Delores! I hope his friend recovers fully.

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    4. Dirty works at the crossroads...and the jewellery store! Great story, Delores. :)

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  4. Pooh Bear and I have paid the fee and are In Paris at the Folies Bergère. Pooh writes the entrance charge carefully in his ledger in red ink, noting that it is highway robbery.
    Both Audrey and Katherine Hepburn are doing the can-can, though their execution is not good, while singing Happy Birthday to the Rats of Tobruk. The Rats all died years ago, but death's Ferry man allowed them back to see the tribute. They seem touched to have their sacrifice honoured, and are stamping their feet and applauding. The ferry man gets a call on his mobile and says 'Time's up boys. There has been an earthquake in Peru and my boat is needed'. The music ends as they leave. Looking at me, Pooh says I could murder a honey sandwich, and starts rolling towards the door. ..
    As I wake I think that perhaps less cheese at supper might make for a more restful night...

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    1. No more cheese for evening snacks around here, if this is what it leads to. Well written.

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    2. I loved your dream EC, it's the kind of weird dream I have after eating ice cream late at night.

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    3. What a dream! Very well done.

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    4. Now this one is certainly imaginative, EC! :)

      Good job!

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  5. I have mine up and ready, it is posted on my blog at this link WFW – Anywhere but there
    ,please drop by and tell me what you think.

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    1. great use of the prompts! and pass on that San Bernardino trip!

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    2. Not what I expected at all Jimmy - and great fun.

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  6. I'm ready as well. These words had me nonplussed for a while, as the connexting ponti between them eluded me. I still feel a bit dissatisfied with my story. You can find it here: 17- Januar

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    1. Oh, and I missed Tobruk as the 6th word in the last half. I wonder if I have to add it or not ...

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    2. no, you don't need to add it. I've been trying to get it up a line without deleting the picture.

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    3. I really enjoyed your tale. Put your dissatisfaction away.

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    4. A very good story, great use of the words.

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    5. Nicely done, the one missed word is not necessary for such a well written story.

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  7. A more challenging list for me this time. I'll have something on my blog by Friday. I hope.

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  8. I'm running a bit late today...but I finally have made it...

    "Only a few weeks earlier he’d celebrated his 18th BIRTHDAY. Little did he know at the time the tide of destruction that was rapidly ROLLING his way.

    It seemed like it was only yesterday young Ted HEPBURN had been reading the adventures of “Winnie, the POOH”, play-acting the adventures with his mates, Piglet, Eeyor, Kanga, Roo and Tigger.

    Like daylight ROBBERY, his innocence would callously be stolen - forever. It was as if a massive EARTHQUAKE had struck. There was no escape. His life was about to be upended.

    Life as Ted knew it would never again be the same.

    He was about to board a FERRY that would take him across the channel to France, and then, he would travel by train to PARIS.
    Ted was off to an unknown adventure; one not of his own making. Although “adventure”, perhaps, wasn’t the correct description of what lay ahead.

    Two months after kissing his girlfriend, Emma, farewell, the young man was caught up in the Siege of TOBRUK, a battle that lasted for 241 days...241 days of sheer MURDER... fought over terrain and day time temperatures Ted was not used to – however, his inner fortitude won through as he stood proudly alongside the Allied Forces, which included the Australian Rats of Tobruk.

    With unquestioning loyalty and EXECUTION they fought to the bitter end in defence of the North African campaign.

    In mid-May, 1945. at the end of World War 11, Ted was greeted at the Dover dock by his beloved Emma....a new beginning for the young lovers.

    It was time to balance the LEDGER....peace and happiness now had to feature utmost in their lives...."

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    1. This is lovely Lee. I hope that the rats of Tobruk all had an Emma to meet at the docks. Or an Emma to remember during that dreadful time.

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    2. wonderfully written! so happy he survived.

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  9. I have posted my story on my Blog the DAILY GAGGLE.

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    1. well done! I love the history review and the use of the prompts!

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  10. EC. Slightly macabre with deaths ferryman. But it flowed Nicely

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  11. E H. Get on with it , you are slacking, its just not like you .Waiting with bated breath.

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  12. Sorry, that did not work correctly. My story is at my place, and i wish i could figure out how to put an actual link in a comment.

    http://messymimismeanderings.blogspot.com/2018/01/cats-books-computer-hibernate-wordless.html

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    1. haha ~ it sounds like some of my weird dreams! great use of the prompt words!

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