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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Words for Wednesday




 



The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:


1. suburbia
2. concessions
3. morning
4. process
5. blackness
6. overkill

and/or:

1. instantly
2. matinee
3. regularly
4. whispering
5. kicked
6. height

Let the creativity begin!  😎





52 comments:

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    1. fishducky; my story always appears on Fridays.

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  2. I'm ready River, I'll show you my green boots at the same time :)

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    1. Jimmy; I'll be over a bit later.

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    2. Went there....read that.....now y'all go read it. Another great job Jimmy.

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  3. Time to buckle down and apply myself. Great selection.

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    1. only slightly confused; thank you.

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  4. Okay, here we go....
    Pushed ToThe Limit
    Jane paused for a moment beside the 'for sale' sign adorning the front lawn. It seemed in this marriage she was always making concessions to keep James happy. This latest attempt to keep the peace meant moving from her beloved city property to suburbia. Irritaated, she kicked the sign and instantly felt ashamed of herself. Still, this whole process of selling, house hunting and moving was getting her down. Now Hercules, her doberman/shepherd cross was being difficujlt, hiding in the blackness under the cedar hedge. Whispering softly to him in an effort to calm she lowered to a crouch and offered a treat...something Hercules regularly took from her hand was now being rudely ignored. Sighing, she rose to full height. Just then James approached looking pale and sickly. "Honey, I just heard. The deal on the new house fell through and we have to be out of here tomorrow. I don't know what to do."
    "Well I do. Herecules.....attack?" One command her dog NEVER ignored.

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    1. Wow, I'm glad that I am not that James.

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    2. Wow, Hercules attack seems a bit extreme, but I understand how Jane feels for sure. Wonder why the deal on the new house fell through? Is James a bit shifty with an ulterior motive?

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    3. Now who is dancing on the dark side. I love it. And somedays I would like a Hercules in my life.

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    4. James will have many regrets.

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    5. Wow. Brilliant, lady. You can only push some women so far...

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  5. Ok, I'll try:

    Suburbia makes too many concessions, always willing to follow the same bland process. It's overkill! The blackness of sameness breaks only for the morning, but will it ever come?

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    1. Sandi: I hope so. I really hope so. And that the morning is bright and beautiful.

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    2. Little boxes on the hillside
      Little boxes made of ticky tacky

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    3. Short and sweet, the morning will come and we will all be OK.

      Nice one Sandi.

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    4. Sandi; welcome to drifting and thank you for playing. I agree about the blandness of suburbia, all those new housing "estates" where every home is almost exactly the same. I agree with EC and Delores's comments too.

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    5. What a great job using the words efficiently! Not only that, but you made a great point with them, too.

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  6. Overkill. That's what it was. One small indiscretion and her life was ruined. No-one would attend the matinee performance of her life. No-one who had any choice anyway. Living in suburbia meant concessions. Compromises. Too many of them. Each morning Rachel woke knowing that her day was going to be just like yesterday. And the day before. Tomorrow? It was going to be just like today.
    The process of 'growing up and fitting in' was grinding her down. It wasn't blackness but greyness and beigeness. Ordinary. Dullsvillle. There had to be more to life. Just had to be.
    Mama said it wouldn't happen instantly but people would soon forget. Mama was wrong. Again. There was no sign of that. None. Nada. Zip. The whispering still went on.
    Too loud, and too colourful were criticisms she heard regularly.
    Rachel thought about it. And thought some more. And smiled. Drawing herself up to her full height and mentally kicking herself she strode out the door. Vermillion hair and six inch heels. Tight jeans and an even tighter corset. Earrings and bangles. Luscious red lipstick, green eyeliner and mascara. False eyelashes to flutter at will. .Being herself was the only thing she KNEW she could do better than anyone else. Loud, colourful and ALIVE.

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    1. Isn't it strange that we all seem to have a hard time being ourselves, when once we let go, being ourselves is the easiest thing to do, no matter what anyone thinks.

      I like what you did here EC

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    2. Well done EC :)
      Rachel is right to be herself, no matter how hard it may seem at times. What other people think isn't important and she will come to see that.

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    3. Brilliant, EC. I love your writing style.

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    1. A BLACKNESS darker than the deepest cavern INSTANTLY engulfed my being; it refuses to dissipate.

      From the terrible moment I learned of the inexplicable tragedy that struck the young family I’ve been trying to PROCESS the HEIGHT and depth of the sorrow felt by all concerned, particularly the two little girls, the daughters, who have had their mother callously ripped from their lives; for the young father who has lost his wife, the love of his life; the mother of his two children.

      A happy family, which once was four, and now, through no fault of their own is three; a loving family living in SUBURBIA where that MORNING, as usual, the sisters woke, full of life and vigour excited about what lay ahead.

      They chattered cheerfully across the breakfast table about the plans that were in place for the MATINEE performance by Makayla’s (the eldest girl) cheer-leader troupe. The exhibition was to be held in two days time, on the Saturday, at the local hall in the town centre.

      REGULARLY, the team of young girls practised in the hall, as well as at the local school’s oval. Faultlessly and confidently, they high-KICKED and twirled with the aplomb of professional dancers and gymnasts.

      Mackie, as she is fondly called had, only a few months earlier, travelled to the US with her cheer-leader troupe to compete in the land of cheerleaders. The local group of young girls from Coolum, on the Sunshine Coast, was placed fourth or fifth, the exact placing has momentarily slipped my mind. It was a grand achievement for the young girls.

      While the sisters giggled as they ate their breakfast, their mother took her husband, their father, aside.

      WHISPERING in his ear so the girls wouldn’t hear, she described Mackie’s colourful costume on which she’d hand-sewn hundreds of sparkling crystals and sequins. The crystals weren’t an OVERKILL, but they would be a huge surprise.

      Mackie had been pestering her mother for weeks about them, but her mother purposely kept mum about her plans. In the lead-up to the special day...the day of the important performance, no CONCESSIONS were given, no matter how much Mackie had pleaded and coerced.

      Her mother was looking forward to seeing Mackie’s elation and surprise when handed her new, colourful, glittering outfit.

      The special moment would never be.

      Arriving home from work that afternoon, the young mother pulled into her driveway. At the entrance to the property..at the fence-line of their property, she alighted from her car.

      What occurred next has changed the family’s life forever. Nothing will ever be the same again.

      A large truck,towing a mulching machine, came speeding along the street recklessly. The driver momentarily lost control. The truck mounted the footpath.

      At 5.10 pm, on Thursday, 27th July, 2017, Sharon the mother, was killed. Her two daughters, aged 11 and 9 years, were home at the time....inside their home.....


      (Sharon is/was my half-brother's stepdaughter. Sharon, the innocent victim who was going about her own life, minding her own business...having just arrived home from work...was tragically killed, being hit by a truck, driven by a brain-dead idiot, who after being tested was found to have alcohol and methamphetamine in his system.

      And I keep asking the reason why....

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    2. Why indeed Lee, my condolences.

      Excellent use of the words in a very serious and personal subject.

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    3. Thank you, Jimmy. I can't get my head around what has occurred. I've a hollowness within that just won't go away.

      It's so unfair...it's just not right...

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    4. Oh Lee. There are no words. Hurting for them, hurting with them.

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    5. Lee; I'm so sad reading this, tears are falling. This is one "why?" which will never be answered. I'm suddenly feeling very hollow :(

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    6. Such a sad story....sadder for being true. When WILL people learn to stay out of their vehicles when they are impaired?

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    7. I believe never, Delores. And being "in charge" of a large, heavy truck while impaired is stupidity and ignorance in the first degree.

      I just can't wrap my head around what has happened. I'm feeling sick to my stomach;, a feeling that won't go away.

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    8. This story was heartbreaking, and even more so when I realized it was also true. How horrid. My condolences to you.

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  8. Such creativity displayed in the comments. I wish I had the energy to get involved. Kudos to you and all those that do.

    Wishing you a nice week ahead, River.

    Gary :)

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    1. Gary; thank you for dropping in. Perhaps one day you will play.

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  9. Well, dang! It's Wednesday morning as I type this, and initially, when I saw your post, I thought, "Hey! Maybe I can jot these words down and see if I have time to write something with them to post here on or Sue's blog on Friday..." But some people have already written their pieces with the words! So now it's actually Wednesday's words on a Wednesday...?

    I may still try... for Friday. :)

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    1. It can be 'using Wednesday's Words' any old day of the week...even next week.

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    2. Susan; it doesn't matter when you use the words. We post them on Wednesday and a lot of people write something right away, but like Delores here says, that's not necessary. Any day will do. All that's necessary is to state you are using Wednesday's Words and link back to whoever is posting them for that month. In this case, me. Next month is Granny Annie. I always post my stories on a Friday.

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    3. Okeydoke. Thanks, guys. I've written something and will put it in the comments on River's next post. :)

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  10. I think I'll go away and try to use these six:
    instantly matinee regularly whispering kicked height

    Not sure how creative I'll be ...

    All the best Jan

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    1. Lowcarb team member; I'm looking forward to reading whatever you come up with.

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    2. Hi River ... I'm still working on my piece.
      Slightly off topic, I've left quite a few comments on Delores blog and they have to be approved, which I'm sure wasn't how her blog was.
      She may be away or having trouble with blogger, I don't know.
      Hoping you may be able to help somehow, of perhaps Delores will see this.

      Take Care, and thanks.

      All the best Jan

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    3. Lowcarb team member; I'm finding a lot of blogs now need approval before comments can be displayed, possibly they are moderating because of spammers.

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    1. Cindi Summerlin; thank you for joining us. I love your story and hope like hell she gets away.

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  13. Love seeing the creativity these words bring to help me expand my vocabulary. Such a wonderful idea. Hugs...RO

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    1. RO; there are wonderful stories every week. We'd be glad to have you join us.

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  14. I hated to miss this week. The words were all very thought provoking River. Good job. At least I got to read the ones here and will move to the ones posted for Jimmy and Cindy and for your Friday post. Lee's was good but oh so painful. Hope I can jump in again next week.

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  15. Finally I've come up with something !!!

    Steve quite regularly went to see the matinee. He usually enjoyed the shows and didn't mind people sometimes whispering about the film plot, if the whispers were kept low! In fact he'd only occasionally had to ask people to be quiet.

    However, this week was different. He'd instantly known there may be trouble when he'd asked the two young lads sitting behind him to stop whispering, their voices were far too loud and annoying others too!

    The next thing Steve felt was a bang on the back of his chair. One of the lads had clearly kicked it, and every now and again would kick it again.

    Steve waited patiently until the interval and then slowly rose to his full height, got out his policeman's ID card and asked the two lads for a quiet word outside.

    A short while later Steve returned to see the rest of the show. His quiet words with the lads had worked and there were two empty seats behind him ...

    All the best Jan

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    1. I love this Jan. And remember when it was true. Now? Not quite so sure.

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