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It's my month to provide the prompts for Words for Wednesday. Since it becomes Wednesday in some parts of the world while it is still Tuesday here, i am providing the prompts as of midnight, Canberra time (if i got it right), so you can work on them and post them when it's Wednesday where you are.
Feel free to post here in the comments, on my Wednesday post in the comments, or on your own blog. If you post on your blog, please leave us a link to follow so we can all come read your story.
This week's prompts are:
district
slippery
feast
stop
paper
recruit
and/or
concede
threaten
screen
gain
enhance
gasp
As an additional prompt you may wish to use, Charlotte(MotherOwl) has chosen Straw Yellow as the color of the month.
Please feel free to use some of the prompts, none of them, or all of them as you see fit. The point is to get the creative juices flowing in whatever manner your muse leads you.
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Lulu: "Our Dada saw the first word 'district' and immediately started talking about 'District 9', whatever that is."
ReplyDeleteJava Bean: "Ayyy, maybe it's from the Hunger Games or something!"
I found you from Charlotte's blog, good luck with the challenge. Wednesday's words are wonderful and I will definitely come back with a link, I've already started imagining the story!!
ReplyDeleteBona sort a tots! ;-)
ReplyDeleteAquí te'n deixo dos. ;-)
ReplyDelete[I]
Al districte 12, la senyora Margarida va decidir organitzar una festa per reclutar nous amics. Mentre cuinava, va relliscar sobre un paper on havia anotat la recepta i, en caure d'esquena, gairebé es va ofegar amb el riure. Al costat, un gat parat de color blanc i negre, amb el pelatge tacat de groc palla, mirava l'escena amb curiositat.
— No m'amenacis amb aquesta mirada, gat!— li va dir.
A la pantalla de l'ordinador, un programa sobre com millorar les finances personals parlava de “guanys”. Però la Margarida, enmig del caos, només pensava a no concedir més menjar a aquell felí.
Al final, el festí va ser tot un èxit, encara que l'únic que no va menjar va ser el gat... però ell havia trobat la seva manera d'introduir-se entre els convidats i deixar els pensaments de la Margarida en un no-res...
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En un districte oblidat, la senyora Lluïsa contemplava el relliscós camí de la seva vida. Casa seva, una barraca groga palla, era una muntanya de records i decepcions. L'atur havia arrasat casa seva, deixant-la atrapada en un paper que no havia demanat, però que li tocava assumir. Cada dia lluitava per reclutar forces davant les adversitats que amenaçaven d'ofegar-se en la desesperança. La seva ment viatjava cap a un festí de possibilitats: esdeveniments comunitaris, promocions a cartells de paper... La pantalla del vell televisor mostrava imatges del triomf aliè, mentre ella sospirava desitjant concedir als seus somnis l'oportunitat de millorar la seva realitat. Però en el fons, comprenia que l'únic guany que podria obtenir seria aprendre a sobreviure enmig de la tempesta.
Moltes gràcies!
Here are two. ;-)
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In district 12, Mrs. Marguerite decided to organize a party to recruit new friends. While cooking, she slipped on a piece of paper where she had written down the recipe and, falling backwards, almost choked with laughter. Next to her, a black and white cat, its fur stained with straw yellow, stood watching the scene with curiosity.
— Don't threaten me with that look, cat! — she said.
On the computer screen, a program on how to improve personal finances talked about "profits". But Marguerite, in the midst of the chaos, only thought of not giving that feline any more food.
In the end, the party was a success, although the only one who didn't eat was the cat... but he had found his way to introduce himself among the guests and leave Marguerite's thoughts in nothingness...
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In a forgotten district, Mrs. Lluïsa contemplated the slippery path of her life. Her home, a yellow straw shack, was a mountain of memories and disappointments. Unemployment had ravaged her home, leaving her trapped in a role she had not asked for, but which she had to assume. Every day she struggled to muster strength in the face of adversities that threatened to drown her in hopelessness. Her mind traveled to a feast of possibilities: community events, promotions on paper posters... The old television screen showed images of other people's triumphs, while she sighed, wishing she could give her dreams the chance to improve her reality. But deep down, she understood that the only gain she could obtain would be learning to survive in the midst of the storm.
Thank you very much!
Excellent use of the prompts, although the second is a sad reality for too many.
DeleteYour story is wonderful Sa lluna.
DeleteIn my language the name Margarita means the daisy plant!!
Mimi: Moltes gràcies per la traducció!
DeleteLa veritat es que sí, massa realitat hi ha en el segon.
Katerina: Moltes gràcies!
DeleteAquí és un nom de dona molt comú. ;-)
Hi Mimi. Thanks for the translation. The talented writer made good use of the words to invent a story.
ReplyDeleteI think that even surviving an ordinary life deserves a trophy.
Artmater: Moltes gràcies!
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