Wednesday, October 24, 2007
3 Word Wednesday LVIII
Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) 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. I'll also attempt to write something using the same words.
Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.
This week's words are:
Care
Unexpected
Weekend
Jason stood on the familiar plastic green doormat with the white and yellow flower. He wasn't sure how long doormats typically lasted, but this one had to be up there in the all-time doormat longevity rankings. Finally, the door opened and there stood Keith, with a sheepish look Jason had seen at least twenty times before.
"Uh oh. What is it?" Jason squinted, expecting the worst.
"I... uh... I can't go," Keith stammered.
"What? Why not? We've had this planned for weeks."
"I kinda promised Lauren I'd... take care of her cat," Keith replied almost ashamedly.
"What? When? She dumped you!"
"Well, something unexpected came up and she had to go out of town for the weekend."
"What came up?"
"Ski trip," Keith looked at his feet and mumbled so quietly that Jason didn't understand him.
"What?"
"She went on a ski trip."
"Oh my gaaaaaaa!" Jason slapped his hand to his forehead, covering his eyes and shaking his head in disbelief. He let his hand fall away before continuing. "You need help."
"What?" Keith asked innocently. "She needed someone. Besides you and Troy can still go."
"I can't go with Troy."
"Why not?"
"He's your friend. We don't have anything to talk about."
"So?"
"You don't understand. It's... hard to explain. We need like a third-party mediator to hang out."
"Oh yeah, and I'm the one who needs help," Keith said sarcastically.
"You do."
"Well, you're welcome to hang out here with me and Princess."
Jason looked down to see a long-haired white cat had come to nuzzle itself against Keith's leg.
"No thanks. I think I'll go home and advertise for some new friends."
Stepping on the plastic green doormat again as he left, the symbolism wasn't lost on him.
"I wrote her off for the tenth time today, and practiced all the things I would say. But she came over. I lost my nerve. I took her back and made her dessert..."
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This is something different from what I usually write.
click trapezoid of rigid austere
or cut/paste:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2007/10/trapezoid-of-rigid-austere-3ww.html
-Charles
"and never looked back"
http://greengrassramblings.blogspot.com/2007/10/3ww-care-unexpected-weekend.html
I have a sore throat and will probably not be able to read blogs today
My story was written in advance and I added the words which probably would have been easier any other time
click here
3WW
Three Days of Fire
Care Unexpected Weekend
Rock Bottom
My poem a pleiades, and you can go to this post, by copying and pasting:
http://mariacristina.wordpress.com/2007/10/24/weary-are-you-weary-of-my-pleiades/
I'll try to link:
weary
Nature's pilgrim
http://a-mus-ing.blogspot.com/2007/10/drama-queens.html
http://scrunchydumpling.blogspot.com/2007/10/three-word-wednesday.html
Broken Silence
The First One
Man, you have more reading to do that an English teacher:)
Seasonable Rebel
Longing
So, once again:
THE RAGPICKER'S WEEKEND
3ww
I'll be around to read everyone's, hopefully yet tonight, but if not tonight, then tomorrow :)
3WW poem
Michelle
Also, Bone, if I might pimp my blog out for a moment, I'd like to invite anyone who likes to Haiki over the my blog tomorrow for the Thursday Haiku Smackdown.
Weekend Lover
I am thinking deeply about that "why".
I think the worst part is that sometimes we even KNOW we're being a doormat, and still can't seem to get away from that behavior.
Interesting look at the whole "friend of a friend" syndrome, Bone: it's a tough one to overcome. There are some people you just don't hang out with unless that third party is there :)
Very natural dialogue, and a most human situation. Your story proves the psycological adage that people treat us as we let them treat us. I'm still workin' on that one.
No thanks. I think I'll go home and advertise for some new friends."
I would say that. I have said that. Really good dialogue. Felt as if I were there
Jo: Thanks. I probably should have tried developing that part of the story a bit more.
Gautami: Ah, I'm not smart enough to answer that question. I guess we just keep hoping something will change?
TC: I think I may try delving into the whole "friend of a friend" thing a little deeper at some point in the future.
Christine: Thank you! I was really practicing my dialogue in this one. I need all I can get.
Pia: Thanks. It's something I would say, too. Not seriously, of course. Well maybe 10% seriously :)
PS: Now let me figure where the other comment should go? I lost track of the pages I read!
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http://pieceofpie.wordpress.com/category/3ww/
Have a nice night.
Michelle
http://havingwrit.blogspot.com/2007/10/sales-pitch.html
Your dialogue was dead on, the concept was original and your characters were believable. It makes me wonder if you know a Keith.
I know I do. ;)
Possibly Good, Albeit Annoying Advice
Oh my goodness I think I've got around everyone before the weekend!!
No thanks. I think I'll go home and advertise for some new friends."
And I love the song you chose to use this week.
I think a lot of people tend to be a bit like that with the people they love. No matter how many times they tell themselves "never again", just one look, one smile and the tide turns. Good one Bone.
Shephard: Thanks for returning to read my entry.
Actonbell: Thanks! I suppose you're right, but I've definitely seen it go both ways.
Littlewing & Sister AE: Thanks for participating.
Michelle Johnson: Thank you. Yep, it sometimes seems to take eight or ten attempts before it's really over :)
Avery Laine: Yep, I know a Keith or two. Heck, I've probably been a Keith a time or two. Sigh.
Pen and the sword: Thank you :)
Lissa: Thanks!
Tumblewords: Awww, that's very nice of you to say. Thanks much!
Mad Kane: Thank you, and thanks for participating again this week.
Truefaith: Thanks. And you've done better than me. I think I still have a handful to read.
Writerwoman: Thank you! I'm a big proponent of pointing out my favorite lines in a piece :)
Ther: Yep. I think it's a situation we've all seen before, probably several times.
Pia Savage: Haha. I had to go back and see what I'd replied to you. Very funny, Savage.
just remember to wipe your feet...
Here's mine for LVIII:
JESUS AT THE SHAMROCK TAVERN
Tag: Thanks! I was wondering if anyone would recognize the song.
Richard Wells: Thanks for participating. And I echo your thoughts. Thanks to everyone who helps make this a little writing community.
Marcia: Yeah, the friend got it. The guy who was cat-sitting never did.