Wednesday, January 24, 2007

3 Word Wednesday #20

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday.

Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. This is a writing exercise. It doesn't have to be perfect. The idea is to let your mind wander and write what it will. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.

Be sure to leave a comment if you participate.

This week's words are:
Fleece
Spark
Drift


Out here on the sea, my vessel a float. Beneath a painted sky with friendly clouds white as fleece. The sound of waves crashing more than enough to spark memories of you.

Knowing I should swim against the current. Closing my eyes, I begin to drift. Feeling every undulation of the ocean beneath me. Not caring where it takes me. Not wanting to wake up from this dream.

After awhile--a moment, an hour, a day or three--my vessel comes to rest. Opening my eyes, I find myself far downshore from where I started. The progress I had made, lost. And I begin to swim back out to sea, against the current. The salt in the water burning my eyes.

Water washes over footprints in the sand so no one knows I was ever there.

Too many days, I let the waves carry me where they will.

"The storms are raging on the rolling sea, down the highway of regret..."

21 comments:

  1. not well done... but done. Perhaps medium rare! *wink

    Have a great day!

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  2. She stepped out into the cold night air, zipping up her fleece as she made her way down the stairs. The walls of her apartment had started to close in on her after 3 days cooped up in bed. Was it depression that made her susceptible to the flu or was it just a lark? She thought back to the last phone conversation she had before the fever hit, before seclusion seemed the only remedy. He was cruel, as he was wont to be, spitting out manipulative jabs while claiming to have changed. It was evident, after two years apart, that little had shifted between them and the spark that once brought them together was no more than a distant, flickering beacon on some far off shore. How do two people once so in love drift so far apart? She wondered this as she walked briskly through the city streets trying to escape her own heart.

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  3. Wow, you must have been too busy watching 24!

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  4. Hiking through the back country wearing only a fleece jacket was stupid! It seemed like a good idea since the sun was out, but it went down hours ago. He was stuck. He had fallen through a snow drift after hiking for an hour. There wasn't anything that was dry to try to get a spark to light. What use was it to carry a flint if there was no dry wood?
    He had been shivering for a long time. Would anyone think to start looking for him? How long until the end? One never knows.

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  5. Kate: Hey, thanks for participating! I'll be by to check it out shortly.

    Sizzle: Yay! Sizzle's playing! I relate to this. When I'm hurt, I often withdraw and block everyone off.

    Hope you are feeling better today.

    Lass: Yes, watching it and writing about it, and then having a dream last night that I tied someone's hands behind their back :)

    Renee: I used to have a friend who I'd go camping with. He'd spend literally an hour trying to start a fire with a flint. Never did.

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  6. Tying someone's hands doesn't have to be a bad thing...

    This was incredibly sad and beautiful at the same time. As always, I had to go back and search out the words. It seems like the better something is written, the less likely the words are to find, in my opinion.

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  7. I don't know how you do it.
    Every week. You manage to astound.

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  8. ...in that very moment that she looked into his eyes - she knew he had drifted apart from her. He wasn't the person she fell in love with. The spark that once ignited their souls... extinguished. A fleece of clouds stole the warmth away from her sun-kissed skin as she turned her face away. Yet it was inside that she'd never felt so cold...

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  9. I saw the advertisement for "Dog Fleece Jackets" in Parade magazine last weekend, and thought, "ew, gross, that should be fleece dog jacket."
    Then, as is my want, I let my mind drift right along until my tea
    was cold, and it was hard to believe that there had ever been any
    spark under that teapot. Dog fleece jacket, fleece dog jacket, either way,
    it makes no doggone sense.

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  10. Oops, I meant to say, wonderful writing, Bone!

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  11. TC: Thanks. And. I've thought the same thing, Chica. I love reading thru something and then thinking, did they even use the three words :)

    Elizabeth: Thank you. Lots of caffeine and a little plagiarism go a long way :)

    Dea: The cold outside pales compared to the cold within. Thanks for participating.

    Actonbell: That made me smile. Thanks for participating :)

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  12. Here's my mini fictiion:

    We drove all day, winding over mountain roads, hoping to find the Golden Fleece. At night, we camped and talked about our journey and the joy we?d have at the end. As voices quieted, I watched a solitary spark drift upward, then fell asleep. Tomorrow, we?ll do it again. We?ll continue to search, but will never find it.

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  13. Well, as long as we're in agreement. :)

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  14. Ooo, wonderful post, Bone. As always.

    It reminds me of feeling helpless and weightless. Water has every ounce of control.

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  15. This was thoughtful and introspective to me. I enjoyed this side of your writing.

    I wish I could say I participated, but I didn't really have time. I just saw it this morning as last night was chock full o' nuts. Damn those nuts...

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  16. Sage: Haha. I like that Sage. I forgot all about the Golden Fleece. You can't get that at Old Navy.

    TC: Harmony is a good thing sometimes :)

    Blondie: Thanks. It can be so peaceful, yet so powerful.

    Zeus: Thank you. It's a little change from my usual minutiae :)

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  17. As it's about the only harmony I know of right now, I guess I'll have to take it. :)

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  18. Ah, thanks for the kind words on my blog :) You (and several others in the blogosphere) have really made my day :)
    I really like my public speaking class far more than I liked taking it online. My teacher is just awesome. I don't think I'll have any problems this time around!
    I would participate in the 3ww, but I'm not cvery creative, which is a problem: how to write the great American novel if you can't even make a paragraph with three words? ;)
    Have a great weekend.........

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  19. hey if i can write something...which is usually worth reading only through the intro...you can write something!!! If it sucks, it still got you thinking!

    Thanks for the story time!!! :)

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  20. TC: You don't sound like yourself :-/

    Jennifer: You're very welcome. And I don't see how you would take a public speaking class online :)

    Tag Along: That's right. You never know until you try. I'm assuming you participated :) I'll go right now and check it out.

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  21. Very nice.
    I'm so far behind on the 3WW. I shall make an effort to catch up this weekend.

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