Words for Wednesday
Essentially the aim 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, or treating them with ignore... We can use some or all of the prompts.
Some of us put our creation in comments on this post, and others post on their own blog. It would be great for if as many people as possible to join into this fun meme. If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
Elephant's Child has done a great job keeping this going and making sure someone is assigned to post words each month. January is my month so...
This week's prompts are:
Earl wiped away the raindrops beading on his blue vintage bug and gallantly opened the door for Enid.
"She's a beauty, Earl." Enid drawled.
They were off to a celebration dinner at Eli's Rice and Shrimp Shop in honour of Earls new musical set to open that very night.
"If all goes well, we'll have a real celebration later tonight. Earl was fairly bubbling with excitement.
"The preview went well this afternoon." Enid said. "I warrant you'll be New York's golden boy tomorrow morning. I'm just glad you took my advice and turned that humdrum story into a musical instead of a play."
"I'll be happier when I read what the experts publish in the Times tomorrow."
Earl steered expertly through the human wall crossing 24th against the light. "I'm so nervous I don't know if I can even eat."
LOVE THE RAINDROPS ON THE VINTAGE BLUE BUG. GREAT STORY OSC (DELORES). HOPE EARL GETS AN ADEQUATE REWARD. g.a.
Here I go! I hope you enjoy it!
"Her three adult children sat around the kitchen table, not for a meal, but for a private PREVIEW of sorts of the PLAY their mother had written.
What was written on those pages before them was something to which she’d dedicated the past four years of her life, blocking out almost all else. Their eagerness was palpable.
Even the two large bowls of freshly-netted SHRIMP packed in ice sitting in the fridge couldn’t drag their attention away from the exciting event that was about to unfold.
Only the expectation of being the first to witness the culmination of their mother’s dream, her perseverance and her unfailing commitment; to be reading the results of her long hours of hard work could WARRANT such dedicated attention from the seafood-loving trio. Finally, it was all about to be exposed.
The theme of the STORY had been a closely guarded secret until this exciting moment.
Droplets of rain like small grains of RICE ran down the windows, remnants of the light rain that had fallen earlier. The final rays of the sun peeping through the dissipating clouds added a GOLDEN BEAUTY to the memorable momentous occasion.
The play was based on a series of HUMAN frailties and inner strengths.
“I want your unbiased ADVICE,” the mother asked of her children. “Please! Please! Don’t hold back! I need you to be honest. Give constructive criticism. If you think I should alter something, tell me. I promise I won’t be offended or angry. If I want to PUBLISH this, and by God, I do - eventually, if it’s successful in its present format, I believe it could be turned into a stage MUSICAL. And, you three, with your song-writing talents, could just be the new Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice, Stephen Sondheim and Richard Rodgers combined!”
WONDERFUL LEE. I HOPE THE MOTHER'S PLAY PROPERLY DEPICTED THE HUMAN FRAILTIES AND INNER STRENGTHS. HOW DO YOU COME UP WITH THIS STUFF? GREAT. g.a.
Louvregirl said...My attempt (with the second batch of words) :)
She toyed lovingly with her bowl of shrimp curry. The sweat drops pooled on the side of her bowl; large droplets that seemed to form as if out of the thin air...Drip, drip they went down the perfectly blue side. Each drop a piece of advice. Each drop a story, a new meaning. Life, in motion. There is so much you cannot predict, about life.
She caught her breath and sobbed. When she was done, she looked around. (Good, it seemed to her that no one had noticed.)
Where was human beauty? She had tried to capture it.
Alas, as it is (with most things)...it is fleeting. She felt blue. She heard herself sigh a rather big, broad sigh.
Her attention tic-tic-turned back to her rather human story and to see if her bowl had any rice in it. She loved rice. Her mother used to make it.
Just as she thought...that her (own) (rather meager) life sucking story was all but done and that the last note was written, he sat down...
HOORAY LG. GREAT JOB AND WAY OFF THE TRACK OF A MUSICAL OR PLAY. JUST A "LIFE SUCKING STORY". LOL. LOVED IT SO MUCH. BRAVO TO YOU!