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Wednesday, June 27, 2007
3WW XLII
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. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.
Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.
This week's words are:
Envelope
Negligible
Resent
envelope conceals paper folded
carefully chosen words penned
addressed, stamped, postmarked
fate is sealed
parcel ripped open carelessly
heart torn asunder instantly
words in red ignored
handle with care
resent not the messenger
the adage surely shant apply
when messenger and author
are the same
amid the ruins, one soul remains
feeling unloved, negligible
pen outduels sword
yet again
"Who needs a knife, when you can take someone's life, with paper and pen..."
I have a good idea for these words, but alas no energy to do it. *sigh*
ReplyDeleteI just wrote mine - interesting combination of words this time, Bone, I wanted to do a story, but only time for a poem.
ReplyDeletehttp://meeaugraphie.com/2007/06/3ww-tae-kwon-do-test.html
I wrote it a few minutes back. Posting it unedited.
ReplyDeleteclick:
Abysm
or cut/paste:
http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2007/06/abysm-3ww.html
wow you are early today! =] I will have a go at this now! Funny I am not feeling terribly inspired... It may really suck today! lol
ReplyDeleteGood Gracious!
ReplyDeleteBone, your loyal followers are early bird catches the worm type of folks. I hate to say that though I'm loyal, I'm not that kind of kid. Mine shall be up late tonight or early tomorrow.
I can't wait to see what you do with these words, Sir Bone!
Hi y'all, this is Rose and I wrote a short poem based on the words. Bone, these are a great combination. :)
ReplyDeleteRose
xo
"Mail Call"
I'm just doing a happy dance there are no adverbs this week...
ReplyDelete(Ok, I would be doing a happy dance if I weren't in my office at work, but you get the point.)
Is this about the Post Office?
ReplyDeletehappy Wednesday - mine's up :)
ReplyDeletei stumbled upon this blog while surfing so i decided to join in with this post.
ReplyDeleteback to my blogspot blog...
ReplyDeletehttp://if-you-can-stop-traffic.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-winner-is.html
http://readingtoknow.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-word-wednesday_27.html
ReplyDeleteThis time mine doesn't really have an ending. My brain stopped functioning and the story just ended with a question mark. Who knows?
BTW, I'm quite enjoying this little exercise. This is a fun idea and I thank you for it!
I wrote a story that totally drained me. I will comment tonight
ReplyDeleteYou know, there's a reason why I don't do first person, present tense - I SUCK at it. lol
ReplyDeleteAh well, I gave it a shot.
Everyone doing okay?
Mine is up." Another episode in the Norbert and Smedley saga.
ReplyDeleteI'm going visiting now, but will probably end up hitting most of you later.
My first try is one that writers will likely be able to appreciate. Thanks for pointing me here, Karen!
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Found you by surfing Blog Explosion. This is a great idea, and I gave it a try.
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That was fun to do! See ya next week. :)
got two short ones:
ReplyDeleteclick here
lol ok so you are so gonna hate me...i did continue my story...but i didnt end it. ;)
ReplyDelete"Oh come on, the food I ate was basically negligible.'' said Willy to Billy.
ReplyDelete"I don't care, the algae you chewed off those rocks still counts as your meal for the day," replied Billy as he zoomed off.
Willy knew if he contnued to try to aruge with him it would probably only make things worse. So he just stared with anger at Billy's most visible part in the distance, his wiggly rear-end.
He stopped staring, when his friend Milly came zipping over, and said "You know what Milly, I think I resent Billy almost as much as I do fishermen".
"Ah, so he has got a another excuse to eat your flakes. As I've said before you need to explain your situation to the Goddess of Food. And since you seem to be to lily-livered to talk to her in person, I suggest you mail her a letter," said Milly.
"WHAT! How in the name of Dagon am I to get a waterproof stamp, piece of paper, pen and envelope in to this tank, let alone learn to use a pen with my fins and mail the letter," said Willy.
"Uh, yeah, ok forget I ever said that, then," said Milly.
The End
Those were weird conversations my balloon mollies could of had while I was sleeping.
Mine's up. It's haiku again. I actually had an idea for a story but I have the attention span of a gnat these days and can't seem to get stuff on paper without being seriously distracted.
ReplyDeleteWow, we had lots of participants again this week! Thanks to everyone for playing. I hope you get a chance to visit others. I plan to stop by and read everybody's on Friday.
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ReplyDeleteamid the ruins, one soul remains
ReplyDeletefeeling unloved, negligible
pen outduels sword
yet again
Wow,Bone, wow--this is so different than anything you have done
You scare me. Not you Bone, but the breadth of your talent
This is really good, Bone, in that "Man this is sad and depressing" good way O:)
ReplyDeleteI especially like the beginning, knowing how much work was put into it, how carefully something was written, only to be torn apart like nothing.
This is all very visual: I feel like I'm watching this scene from above... and then like it's happening to me.
Hi Bone,
ReplyDeleteThanks for commenting.
Your poem has an old-fashioned ring to it, as if surrounded by lace and velvet. Words belonging to a vanished age when love mattered.
Rose
xo
Bone, you should write poetry more often. You have such good hold over words.
ReplyDeleteThe first stanza sets the pace very well.
a typo: 'shant' should be 'shan't'
I look forward to more poems from you.
PS: Thanks for your comments.
Lurking,
ReplyDeleteI stop to
admire; a chill
edge. For an
adage among
the ruins brings
a bitter knife to
my heart
I'm both speechless and breathless.
ReplyDeleteYou've ripped my heart out.
Pia: Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou scare me. Not you Bone, but the breadth of your talent
Thanks for clarifying :)
TC: This is all very visual: I feel like I'm watching this scene from above... and then like it's happening to me.
Wow, I never expected to have that effect. Thanks!
Rose: Thank you. Thanks for returning to read my entry.
Gautami: Well, thank you. I don't do it often, but that is a very nice compliment. Thanks for pointing out the shan't.
Actonbell: Thank you much. Happy weekend to you, as well.
Genie: Wow. Nice poetic comment. Thanks for stepping out of the shadows.
Avery Laine: Thanks. Oh, and sorry for the harm to your and Genie's hearts.
Came back to see what you did with the words. Wow... Excellent. Thanks for your comment at my place. I really enjoyed both the reading and the writing using your words. Good idea. :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem, I you made those words 'fit' well, if that makes any sense at all :}
ReplyDeleteNice poem Bone!
ReplyDeletetalk about heart wrenching! wow that was great!
ReplyDeleteparcel ripped open carelessly
heart torn asunder instantly
words in red ignored
handle with care
I think this is my favorite stanza...
Manky: Thank you. And thanks for returning to read my entry, as I was a bit late posting it.
ReplyDeleteGirlFPS: Yep, it makes sense. Although I must say, negligible doesn't seem to flow very poetically to me :)
Sage: Thank you.
ATag: Thanks, Tagster. I kinda like the "handle with care" line.
I was not, Bone, expecting, "when messenger and author are the same. . . "
ReplyDeleteI know you don't like negligible, but so many feel writer's words are also negligible, so for me, it worked. I cannot wait to see what you write next.
Wow, I missed yours until just now when I came back to see if you had words up for today. I hope they are coming later...
ReplyDeleteWonderful job with yours. It was worth the return trip. The imagery is powerful.