The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over as a moveable feast with many participants supplying the Words.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by Sean Jeatings and can be found at River's blog Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
For Wednesday 11 we have:
Visions
Red
Tiger
Desperate
Tibet
Moon
Tibet does not fit in.
June noticed that the local papers had a photo from a martial arts tournament, on its front page. The local club, called The Woodland Tigers, had done well.
June had trained Martial arts for a long time, she had only ever made it to the orange belt, she always saw this colour as red, but she had liked the training, and taken pride in her proficiency.
When she moved to the big city she felt insecure working in the tough milieu of bars and night clubs. She was very decent, only working in the wardrobe, but it was still a late night job, involving being in the streets with a lot of drunk people. Martial arts gave her the confidence and serenity she wanted.
Suddenly she remembered the sapling-staff she had cut when she went to look at the big tree, it was probably still standing under the eaves of the shed, where she had placed it. Silently she unlocked the door and got the sapling, and a saw and a drawknife from the shed. This she brought into the kitchen, and spent the next hour de-barking and whittling away at the sapling, turning it into a crude, but serviceable staff.
While working she thought back on how she had first met Dennis in a dark alleyway. He had been in a desperate situation. Three young gang members had picked him as their victim. Dennis was strong, but three versus one was unfair. It had activated her sense of justice, and unthinking she had sprung to his aid. Together they had overcome the three youngsters, and left unharmed. Dennis had treated her to a cocktail in a fancy place of his, and before morning dawned, they had shared their first, shy kiss. The rest went fairly fast. She knew next to nothing of his background, and was left aghast when he finally dared reveal his story. It had shocked her, but her love had been unperturbed.
He had started training MA with her, and soon surpassed her, as he was young and strong and had been into fitness for a long time. The children were late in coming, even though they wanted them, but she had kept on training almost until their birth and began again soon after. Both kids had also joined the junior teams.
June went upstairs, as the room there was larger and not as cluttered as the downstairs living room. She pushed the big table up against the wall and had an adequately big free space. Training was strange, familiar, yet new. Muscles protested, sinews creaked, but she persisted. Tomorrow she'd get some training with her staff in the garden. Later she could make a quintain or maybe just a sand sack to spar with - or just buy one. She had the money now. In a couple of weeks, maybe a month, she would probably join the local MA club, unless their training was at some ungodly hour. She sat down with a glass of water and read the article. It seemed like she would fit in.
After having drunk her water she made some soft, stretching exercises, limbering the stiffened muscles. She felt stiff and old, but chided herself. She was not old, and biking and training would make her strong and agile once again.
She missed Dennis. Always -- it felt like always -- she has had him for a sparring partner, mentally and physically.
The dark night and the moon silhouetted by the trees and the mullioned window made her think of Mulan. ... "Mysterious as the dark side of the moon ... be a man!" And she had a vison of herself and the club members flying with their staffs raised just like Mulan and the soldiers in the movie. This made her laugh and broke her sad spell.
When Delores closed her blog forever due to other problems, Elephant's Child (Sue) took over the role of coordinator.
Now, after Sue's demise, River has taken the mantle of coordinator upon her shoulders.
No matter what, how, where or who the aim of the words is to encourage us to write. Poems, stories, subtitles, tales, jokes, haiku, crosswords, puns, ... you're the boss.
Use all Words, some Words, one Word, or even none of them if that makes your creative juices flow. Anything goes, only please nothing rude or vulgar.
This month the words are given by Sean Jeatings and can be found at River's blog Drifting through Life
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please leave a comment on River's blog, then we can come along and read it and add a few encouraging words.
It is also a challenge, where the old saying "The more the merrier" holds true.
Please, remember to follow the links, go back and read other peoples' stories. And please leave a comment after reading. Challenges like this one thrives on interaction, feedback and encouragement. And we ALL need encouragement.
For Wednesday 11 we have:
Visions
Tibet
Tibet does not fit in.
June noticed that the local papers had a photo from a martial arts tournament, on its front page. The local club, called The Woodland Tigers, had done well.
June had trained Martial arts for a long time, she had only ever made it to the orange belt, she always saw this colour as red, but she had liked the training, and taken pride in her proficiency.
When she moved to the big city she felt insecure working in the tough milieu of bars and night clubs. She was very decent, only working in the wardrobe, but it was still a late night job, involving being in the streets with a lot of drunk people. Martial arts gave her the confidence and serenity she wanted.
Suddenly she remembered the sapling-staff she had cut when she went to look at the big tree, it was probably still standing under the eaves of the shed, where she had placed it. Silently she unlocked the door and got the sapling, and a saw and a drawknife from the shed. This she brought into the kitchen, and spent the next hour de-barking and whittling away at the sapling, turning it into a crude, but serviceable staff.
While working she thought back on how she had first met Dennis in a dark alleyway. He had been in a desperate situation. Three young gang members had picked him as their victim. Dennis was strong, but three versus one was unfair. It had activated her sense of justice, and unthinking she had sprung to his aid. Together they had overcome the three youngsters, and left unharmed. Dennis had treated her to a cocktail in a fancy place of his, and before morning dawned, they had shared their first, shy kiss. The rest went fairly fast. She knew next to nothing of his background, and was left aghast when he finally dared reveal his story. It had shocked her, but her love had been unperturbed.
He had started training MA with her, and soon surpassed her, as he was young and strong and had been into fitness for a long time. The children were late in coming, even though they wanted them, but she had kept on training almost until their birth and began again soon after. Both kids had also joined the junior teams.
June went upstairs, as the room there was larger and not as cluttered as the downstairs living room. She pushed the big table up against the wall and had an adequately big free space. Training was strange, familiar, yet new. Muscles protested, sinews creaked, but she persisted. Tomorrow she'd get some training with her staff in the garden. Later she could make a quintain or maybe just a sand sack to spar with - or just buy one. She had the money now. In a couple of weeks, maybe a month, she would probably join the local MA club, unless their training was at some ungodly hour. She sat down with a glass of water and read the article. It seemed like she would fit in.
After having drunk her water she made some soft, stretching exercises, limbering the stiffened muscles. She felt stiff and old, but chided herself. She was not old, and biking and training would make her strong and agile once again.
She missed Dennis. Always -- it felt like always -- she has had him for a sparring partner, mentally and physically.
The dark night and the moon silhouetted by the trees and the mullioned window made her think of Mulan. ... "Mysterious as the dark side of the moon ... be a man!" And she had a vison of herself and the club members flying with their staffs raised just like Mulan and the soldiers in the movie. This made her laugh and broke her sad spell.
... to be continued, Words and time permitting
