Wednesday Words for second week of November

Talent stretches across decades.

Last Wednesday brought some great writing!  It was, like, a gift.

This second week of November provides two sets of words and a sentence prompt. Choose one set, both sets, sentence prompt, just a few words--it is yours for the taking! See what you can make from them:

Wall, mail carrier, cool, flourish, wedding, creep

And/and or/Or

Poll, graduate, floor, message, break down, exclusive

The sentence prompt for this week:

Half the names on the list had already been crossed off.

Write!  Take a leap in the world of words!  Start with one word and let your fingers do the walking!

You may post on this comment space below, or post on your own site.  Please post back to this site so writers can find you!

Wednesday’s words are being posted on Tuesday, 11/10/2015, because tomorrow is Veterans’ Day. On November 11th, my own blog will be dedicated to remembering and honoring brave men and women who put themselves in harm’s way for their country.

The Rattlin' Can

Sometimes two worlds collide, and magic happens!

Irish songs and physics!  Good stuff.

The Irish song is actually "The Rattlin' Bog".  

Sung by "The Corries":

Wednesday Words...The Horse Came Home Alone

Wanna buy a castle?

Down a weedy avenue to lower Westonderry Woods stood an abandoned castle, tumbling down stone by stone.  But once, this castle had been filled with light, music, and laughter, along with copious amounts of alcohol.

Lord Brandon Larson,a charismatic bachelor, had inherited a massive fortune which opened many doors to him, including the world of high society.  Lord Larson swept newly debuted young ladies off their feet.  And, if his charm succeeded, he swept them onto their backs.

 Soon he was swimming in debt.  All of his creditors were folding up his mortgages and moving in on him.  Also, many outraged titled fathers of pregnant young debutantes were circling their carriages around him.

Seeing no escape and not being one to cower  before the angry men, Lord Larson hastily buried the ledger notebook under heavy Swood planks, and stormed to the stables to saddle the fastest horse there.  Off he thundered, applying a riding crop with a heavy hand.

The horse came back alone, a wise decision on Lord Larson’s part, probably the only one he had ever made.