Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
River of Drifting Through Life has provided our prompts this week. Hope you will give it a try. The words are: companionship, extenuating, complaisant (do not confuse with complacent), nuns, competition, computer and/or bedevilment, concoction, splat, eaves, clutching, institute Here is my story
JOYFUL JELLO by Granny Annie
Marylee was the youngest child in a household of four other children. A large family did not guarantee her companionship. The extenuating circumstance of Marylee being born eight years after her fourth sibling practically made her an only child. She was very complaisant in her search for friendship.
The school Marylee attended was regimented. Each child had a place to sit in each classroom and reserved tables for lunch. Talking was not allowed and there was no recess. The nuns were strict. They encouraged competition among the students. Marylee was a prodigy on the computer. This made the teachers favor her. This made the other students dislike her.
It was not known that Marylee was also filled with bedevilment. She was determined that she would break up the boredom. She wanted her classmates to break free and find moments of fun together. Her popularity was just around the corner but not popularity with the nuns.
Marylee had learned a few things from her older siblings. She had heard stories of their antics and believed it was her turn. The concoction was pink goo made with strawberry gelatin, water and cornstarch. Clutching a hose hidden near her side, Marylee pointed it toward the eaves. She took a mighty breath and let it our blowing the sticky substance stored in the hose over and over. Splat! It covered the ceiling and walls of the noble institute.
Laughter and glee erupted and Marylee was surrounded by shocked students who delighted in her prank. Marylee was then pulled out of the class and marched to the office of the headmistress. It was all worth it. Now she knew everyone in school and years of plots and schemes were ahead under her leadership. Marylee was even happy as she scrubbed away all the pink blotches.
It is time for stories and poems using the word prompts. You may post on your own blog or in the comment section here or in River's comment section. August words have been provided by River of Drifting Through Life.
Here is my story for this week using the words dusk, apples, knitting, sauce, amethyst, window and itching, silk, gossamer, security, turbulent, exquisite.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE by Granny Annie
It was almost dusk when I saw a man walking over the hill. He was carrying apples tucked in his shirt. Immediately I dropped myknitting because I knew who this fellow was. He was my grandson and he had grandma's special homemade applecobbleron his mind. He could already taste it covered with my butter-cinnamonsauce.
The darkening sky was the backdrop that framed him. It appeared crystalline and the color of amethyst. I started counting his steps as I watched from the window.
If only I could run toward him but I was too feeble. My hands wereitchingto reach out and touch this young sailor. I had not seen him since his deployment to Yemen and tears puddled on my silkblouse then spread into a gossamer pattern.
Fear had surrounded me when I first heard that he would be gone for a year. It was a difficult time as I counted the hours, days and weeks. Now a sudden sense of security filled me, replacingturbulent thoughts with exquisite calm.
“Welcome home my dear, dear boy” I cried as he hugged me in a loving embrace.
And on a personal note, my grandson Dillon and his fiance Courtney visited me this week and we had a wonderful time. I was pleased to be one of their stops before he resumes law school and she resumes her masters work on Monday at OU.
Our friend River of Drifting Through Life has once again provided our prompts for Words For Wednesday. Be sure and go to her blog to read other stories in the comment section or to post your own story or poem.
Here is my story for this week using all 12 words provided: puffing, candles, confused, fishing, supreme, almost and eight, despicable, banner shave, flowers, frowning.
WHO SAID IT by Grany Annie
The journalists all tried to claim what they had written was not fake news. It is really just “puffing” they would insist. Anyone who read it knew better. It was all fake. The truth would not surface when the candles were blown out and only blackened wicks remained. The public could still be left confused and frightened.
Rachel was determined to find out the truth. She went fishing for information from persons named in the articles. She wanted to find the supreme leader of this libelous story. This reporter believed she was almost ready to arrive at an answer.
It was well after eight o'clock when the despicable hooded creature lunged toward Rachel. She reached up and grabbed the banner and pulled it down on the burly man. Quickly she made her escape and knew she had just had a very close shave. Could the truth really we worth endangering her life? She could stop but she carried on in her quest.
Soon the authorities captured the man as Rachel pointed the direction he had gone. They found the documents on him that proved the stories were all lies. This dedicated reporter was applauded and rewarded with bouquets of flowers. All were smiling except for the single, once popular, journalist who had been caught in his own trap. He sat in a corner frowning. He was under arrest for his attack on Rachel and would not be writing anymore untrue and scandalous stories.