This meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Troubles led her
to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.
Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write. Each
week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases,
music or images.
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
And the more the merrier
goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please
tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along
and applaud.
This post goes live at 14.01 Tuesday my time, as will the coming three where I supply the prompts.
I have found out - hopefully correct - that 2 pm Tuesday my time is when Wednesday begins in Sydney, which I suspect is the easternmost place this mene has participants. If we have any partcipants east of Sydney, please do tell.
For today the prompt are:
Flames
Morning
Trip
A brood of chicken
Pancakes
Better
And/or
Rainbow
News
Garden
Bread
Small
Pudding
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, and mixing and matching is encouraged.
Thank you for providing the prompts this month, i will work on a story and be back to link it up.
SvarSletOnce it's Wednesday where i am, my story will be over here.
SletAnd I liked it!
SletHi Charlotte ... thanks for posting these - here's both mine ...
SvarSletFirst set:
The brood of chickens were hiding in the woodland away from the flaming morning; the family will collect the eggs from the hen house … and when the extended family came at the weekend they'd make lots of pancakes … life, at that stage, would be better.
Second set:
Oh the garden full of a rainbow range of wild flowers – yet that aroma of the small bread pudding gave us the news that lunch would be served soon.
Cheers to you Charlotte and to EC when she visits - Hilary
Two very nice vignettes, Hilary!
SletHilary Melton-Butcher: These are both charming snippets from lovely lives.
SletSmall is beautiful.
SletI was in my small garden looking at a rainbow when the news came that the bread pudding was ready.
SvarSletIt sounds like a wonderful place to be.
SletMike: It is a long time since I have had bread pudding - and now I am craving it. I always love rainbows too.
Sletthecontemplativecat here Bread pudding catches me.
SletSounds good.
SletSorry, yours in haste. I am just heading out the door for a medical appointment. Another one.
SvarSletI do love the early morning. Dawn does not have the drama of flames in the sky that sunset often displays, but it is beautiful. It is soft and gentle and the perfect antidote to the news of the day.
I like to spend it in the garden, where the growing light shows up the rainbow of colours I have planted. In an ideal world (and indeed a trip down memory lane) I would be greeted by a brood of chickens. There is little that is more soothing than contented ‘chooky’ noises. Better yet, they bring fresh golden yoked eggs with them. Eggs that make simple foods – pancakes, fresh bread or a small pudding taste like fine cuisine. And properly cooked they are just that.
This is a lovely use of the words, EC.
SletHi EC - gorgeous little vignette of life in the country ... love it - and I can scent the aroma from a homely kitchen - cheers Hilary
SletOhh, I can almost feel the dewey grass under my feet and hear the chicken calling to be let out. Wonderfully written. I hope the medical appointment goes well!
Sletwonderful visuals there!
SletThank you I shall get to work on these tomorrow.
SvarSletI'll read as soon as I see your post.
Sletthecontemplativecat here. Always fun to play with the words.
SvarSletThanks. I can't seem to find your blog? And I would like to read what you wrote.
SletI used both sets for this little portal fantasy:
SvarSlet=============
Cora dashed beneath the RAINBOW. Multicolored FLAMES frolicked around her, as she sprinted. She wanted to be away from the horrible daily NEWS. No matter what awaited her on the other side of this fantastic TRIP, it should be BETTER than every MORNING's litany of wars, famine, and heat waves. The mist in front of her parted at last, and a GARDEN emerged, lush and green: the promising escape. Among the short pink rosebushes, blooming like crazy, a BROOD OF CHICKEN wandered, picking at the BREAD crumbs in the grass. She glanced back, but the rainbow wasn't there anymore. Just a hedge studded with little fragrant creamy flowerettes. In the distance between the trees, she could glimpse a blue house with white trim. She didn't know what her future held, but the only things she missed from her past were her granny's PANCAKES and her aunt's PUDDING.
I love this!
SletOlga Godim: This is great - and I would love to read more about Cora. And yes, that is a hint/request.
SletOh, I'd like to go there as well! Well written.
SletIt sounds like a joyful adventure.
SletMy continuing story has been posted here on my blog.
SvarSletCindi: I have read it. And mourned.
SletWell written, and so sad.
SletI don't think I have ever used 'a brood of chicken' before in any kind of writing. These are good prompts. I'll think about them but I doubt I'll write anything but it's nice to think about it.
SvarSletHave a lovely day.
I really like these collective nouns for groups of animals. And I'd love to see where it took you. Thinking about the Words is nice and fine, but a bit lonely (if this is the right word), as we can't read what you think ;)
Slet