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January 29, 2019

Words for Wednesday — Jan 30

This month, I am hosting Words for Wednesday. Words for Wednesday is started by Delores and now is hosted by various bloggers. The aim is to encourage you to write - a poem, a story, a song or whatever comes to you - using some or all of the prompts.

This week's prompts are (you may use the whole phrase or the words separately):
1. last day
2. zealot
3. homeward
4. listen
5. midnight
6. always

And/or:
1. start
2. wicked
3. holiday
4. castle
5. infinite
6. goodbye

You may write your piece in the comments or post it on your blog. If posting on your blog, please leave a direct link to the post so we can all visit you.

~ This is my last week hosting Words for Wednesday. For February prompts, visit River over here ~

24 comments:

  1. A great selection to finish off your month....a very romantic collection of words. thanks for January...it was a blast.

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    1. I do enjoy hosting wfw, though I do find people don't like it when I deviate from the usual list of words.

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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  2. Thank you so much for providing the prompts this month. I do hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.

    Where to start?
    She was born at midnight on the last day of the first month of the year. Since she preferred garnets to amethyst as far as she was concerned she was born in January. People, notably my father, tried to argue the point but she didn't listen. On this, as on so many other things she was a zealot - her way or the highway.
    Such a complicated woman; stubborn, a builder of castles in the air, a destroyer of other people's dreams, generous, charitable, infinitely creative, a wicked liar, a scientist and an artist.
    It is now nearly fifteen years since she moved to the infinite realms and we said our final goodbye. Regardless of where I am, on her birthday my thoughts always travel homeward. She is not forgotten. Never forgotten. And I suspect her birthday will always be a holy day.

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    1. Oh I love this EC! Well done!

      XO
      WWW

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    2. this is a complicated woman alright. have you read Matilda by Roald Dahl? you seems to be describing her, well, not completely but it just makes me think of her. great way to use the prompts.

      I did enjoy hosting but I kind of wish I have planned out more ahead of time and maybe I should have posted on tuesdays instead of wednesday for the international bloggers but it wasn't so bad.

      have a lovely day.

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  3. Thank you for this month's words, I'll get busy tomorrow and schedule the words for next month, as soon as I work out what they will be.
    I like EC's entry above me here. Born at midnight, so the labor began on the last day, so I'd say that makes her a January baby.

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  4. EC, some people celebrate when they want to, like the queen. Since she was queen of her own castle, she was able to do the same.

    Lissa, thank you so much for providing the words this month, your selections were wonderful.

    My story is here.

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  5. Okay....here we go...and I managed to use all the words this week..yippee!!!
    She stood on the parapet of the castle for a final time. It was the last day in Middle Misery. Tomorrow she would be homeward bound. She and Ivan had said their final goodbyes before wicked Aunt Elna sent him off to start his new life as a soldier in her armies.
    Listening closely for the clock to strike midnight in the tower she thought of how she and Ivan had always met beneath the clock tower and, turning, made her way back to her chambers.
    Home would seem like a holiday after this experience with Aunt Elnas brand of discipline for young ladies. The woman was a zealot when it came to punishment and she had been whipped an infinite number of times. Her father would be horrified to hear of it.
    A guard met her at the door of her chambers. “Follow me.”, was the gruff instruction.

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    1. Oh well done, I wonder where it's all going to go?

      XO
      WWW

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    2. sounds like a tantalizing tale. it's good that you used all the words, I usually never could.

      have a lovely day.

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    3. An interesting beginning. I hope more will follow.

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  6. Part 3 (and final) of my 3 part story based on your prompts is on my blog. Thank you so much for the encouragement and participation in providing these words.

    https://wisewebwoman.blogspot.com/2019/01/words-for-wednesday_30.html

    XO
    WWW


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  7. I really like this. Middle Misery is a wonderful name. I suspect another whipping (at the least) is on the cards.

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    1. And second instalment. Tomorrow I'll finish this chapter, pinky swear.

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    2. And as I promised. Third and last instalment is up.

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  9. Here is my piece, thanks for hosting Lissa.

    At 23 years old, Caleb was a physical fitness zealot. A proper workout had to always include a cardio portion. Many of his friends would only do the weights for muscle building. It was the last day of the month. Winter could not move on fast enough. Heading homeward at midnight he thought about how he had insisted his friend run on the treadmill for twenty minutes during today's workout. 'Always listen to me man, a healthy heart is more important than showing a well built body'. Somehow these guys didn't seem to care, he shook his head.

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    1. he truly love fitness, a perfect zealot, he is.

      thanks for joining us this week, have a lovely day.

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    2. He is indeed a zealot and no doubt drives his friends up the wall. Great use of the prompts.

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    3. Fitness zealots, well yes, that's the new kind, I suspect ... Good use of the prompts.

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  10. my take on the prompts is here

    I did try to cut the story down but I failed. you would think I write these stories ahead of time but you're wrong. even knowing the prompts in advance, I seem to write them the day after I posted the prompts - I don't even know why but at least, I can say I write them at about the same time as the other participants.

    thank you for letting me host words for wednesday, it really make me less lazy with my writing.

    have a lovely day.

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