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Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Words For Wednesday

Here we are in February of 2017 already and here we go with Words For Wednesday.
Words for Wednesday is a selection of words intended to act as a writing prompt for you.  Use some or all of them or just allow them to spark an idea.  Prose, poetry, fiction or non fiction, it's all good.  Anyone can join in and there is no need to commit to participating every single week.  Leave your creation here in comments or on your own blog but do please let us know if you are participating on your own blog...we all want to read and to encourage you.
Here are this Wednesdays words:

grave
plaid
umbrella
sizzle
yesterday
extreme

and/or

blended
paste
jarring
waltz
rosemary
splendid

Good luck with these.

22 comments:

  1. blending jiving with waltzing can be quite jarring :)
    Where do you get these words from?

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    1. Out of my sick warped twisted little mind lol.

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    2. You beat me to it - I was also going to ask "Where do you get these words from?"

      They are quite a combination ...

      All the best Jan

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    3. Ah...but the answer didn't surprise you did it?

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  2. Here I go...my effort for this week's words.

    "The weather YESTERDAY had been GRAVE; and today was going to be no different it seemed.
    The EXTREME heat had been around for a few days...a few days too many for ROSEMARY’s liking.

    When she’d been given the colourful PLAID UMBRELLA for her birthday she’d laughed. The brightness of it was just not
    her usual style; but things had changed.

    At first she thought the colours to be very JARRING, but today the colours BLENDED with her outfit and her mood.
    As she did a cheerful WALTZ along the foyer of her apartment building she felt her normal conservative self fade away. A new, self-confident Rosemary had arrived.

    A weight had been lifted off her shoulders.. She was ready to face the SIZZLE of the relentless sun. She was ready to face the outside world.

    “Bring it on!” Smiling, she said out loud to all and sundry. She didn’t care who heard her.

    Nobody and nothing was going to alter her SPLENDID mood, not even the bitumen beneath her feet as she skipped across the street. Nobody and nothing was going to stop her!

    The excessive heat had turned the bitumen into a thick soft PASTE. The heels of Rosemary’s stilettos left their mark...just as she was going to leave her mark!

    “Look out world, here I come!” She spun the umbrella above her head. All eyes turned towards her."

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    1. This is great. I love her attitude. By the way, a plaid umbrella is going to show up in my effort which I have pre posted for tomorrow.

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    2. Oh Lee, I enjoyed this thank you.

      All the best Jan

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    3. Thanks Delores and Jan. :)

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    4. And I do believe Rosemary sounds a lot like Lee:-) Well done my friend.

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  3. She started adding the Rosemary flakes to the already blended paste, now she had to figure out a way to make the jarring process a little easy. Then it would make a splendid addition to the dinner after the Waltz.

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    1. Two sentences, six words. Fantastic.

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    2. I like how you used jarring - everyone reads these lists differently, don't they?!

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    3. Way to go Munir. Love your take on the words.

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  4. "In my youth (and I wasn't born yesterday, by the way), plaid pants made me sizzle. But I'll go to my grave without wearing them again. That may sound extreme, but there's an explanation: over the years my figure has gone from a figure eight to more of an inverted umbrella. Plaid pants! *snort* "

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    1. I agree Jenny_O..."Plaid pants! *snort*" LOL Loved this.

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    2. No....no more plaid pants. "Do thise pants make my butt look big? "Yes."

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  5. Here is my story. It is also posted on my blog.
    ENCLOSED by Granny Annie

    YESTERDAY the heat was EXTREME. The GRAVE seemed to SIZZLE. My PLAID UMBRELLA staved off the blazing sun.

    I remembered seeing ROSEMARY when she would WALTZ around a room glowing Her smooth steps never JARRING. She was SPLENDID .

    Now I had been forced to look at this boxed corpse. Her once lovely face appeared to be be covered in BLENDED pale PASTE.

    Committed to my memory and not the ground, this was not the woman I had loved.

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    1. Such a sad story but such a great use of the words.

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    2. Sad but also true. Has anyone EVER seen a corpse that looked natural? Good job with the prompts!

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  6. Again...well done, Annie. Well done everyonee! :)

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