I am so sorry this is late today, please don’t shoot paperclips at me.
Gummy bears are good shoot those.
Anyway, for those who are interested, here are today’s Words For Wednesday words. Can’t wait to see what you do with them. Feel free to either leave your tales in the comments, or leave us a link to your blog where we can find your stories!
- stars
- rain
- smell
- blood
- moon shadow
Or, if you prefer, here’s a picture that you could use as inspiration if the words above don’t do anything for your creative juices!
Splintered Realities 
Hey there…thanks for the words. I’ve still got my tin foil thinking cap so I’ll get on these right away.
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Quck and dirty take follows. Before I return to vacuuming and scrubbing guano from the veranda…
Claire knew it was in her blood. The stars and the moon called to her. Sang to her. The smell of rain-washed earth triggered a yearning to be free.
And stuck here, in the moon’s shadow, surrounded by paper clips and gummy bears, anchored byalgebra and physics classes her soul withered…
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Oh Claire, throw off the shackles of algebra and dance in the moon’s shadows.
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“..surrounded by paper clips and gummy bears”…I can just see it. Loved the quick and dirty….
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Hey there….here’s my effort for this week…. 🙂
“With the sound of Cat Steven’s “MOON SHADOW” drifting out from the homestead kitchen across the wide verandah, only a few determined STARS remained between the rapidly forming leaden clouds. RAIN was imminent. She would welcome The SMELL of the dust being laid.
She’d been born and bred in the harsh Australian outback. She’d never leave. It was in her BLOOD. She was used to droughts, but as she watched the clouds swirling above with the last fiery rays of the sun filtering through as it made its final farewell over the far horizon a feeling of contentment engulfed her. After the RAIN the once-parched land would come alive agai,n and once more the rivers and streams would be flowing.”
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Lee: How true it is. And the smell of rain-washed land always excites me.
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‘Tis true, EC.
Sorry about the typo…placing the comma in “again”….I’ll blame it on Shama…she was insisting on sitting up around my shoulder a neck while I was writing…said position is.a regular trick of hers!
To those not in the know, Shama is one of my two cats. 🙂
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Lee; I’ve lived in the outback and remember well how wonderful was the smell of fat raindrops splatting onto parched earth.
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Wow Lee, this was so good. “She would never leave it was in her blood”…wonderful writing.
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Carolyn, thank you. I’ve been out all day so don’t have much time left to work up a story. If I do one it will be on my blog on Friday 4th.http://river-driftingthroughlife.blogspot.com.au
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Done and dusted, my story is scheduled for Friday. I hope you’ll pop in and read it.
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I always do and can’t wait.
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Thank you Carolyn for some great words and picture. Here is my offering and it is also posted on my blog.
ALL FOR CHOCOLATE by Granny Annie
Laying in the grass
Gazing at the STARS
Stuffing my mouth
With Mars candy bars,
Sudden wet sprinkles
Caused me to refrain
And run inside from
The pouring RAIN.
No way could
I begin to quell
The candy desire…
The chocolate SMELL
So I ventured out
Into the rushing flood
Risking life and limb
Scratches bringing BLOOD
I was filled with fear
Fighting the undertow.
End of life felt like drifting
Softly on a MOON SHADOW.
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Deah by Chocolate…
Somedays the urge feels like it will kill me too. Love it.
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At least we know now that chocolate is good for us…especially dark chocolate.
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Death by chocolate would be a good way to go.
Adelaide used to have a cake shop called Death By Chocolate, my daughter’s engagement and wedding cakes came from there. Now the shop is called Cocolat and is just as popular.
Your poem is really great.
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I have heard of ‘Death By Chocolate” cake. It would be a dream come true. Thanks for your kind words on my poem.
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