AWAKE AND WORK, YE WRITERS

Posted on September 8, 2020 by oneta hayes

“A word fitly spoken is as apples of gold in pictures of silver.” Play a game with me, dear word lovers. Write a picturesque sentence with alliteration. For instance I might use this one as an opening line for a story. Does it grab you?

“She stood stone still as she seethed silently.”

Have fun with me. Come on “lit” lovers, give me some doozies. Of course, you might also go wildly overboard with “She stood stone still as she seethed silently certain Sam’s serenade was selected as a soul-song for Sally.”

May your muse amuse me.

Leave me your line in the comments.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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17 Responses to AWAKE AND WORK, YE WRITERS

  1. Frank Hubeny says:
    September 8, 2020 at 10:59 am

    Here’s one: “The wily west wind wound the wagon wondering what to do..

    Reply
  2. pranabaxom says:
    September 8, 2020 at 11:11 am

    Heaven helps hell heal hearts heartily as heaven huffs and hugs.

    Reply
  3. Dawn Marie says:
    September 8, 2020 at 3:21 pm

    How happy the hallowed halls will be; with the hapless heathens hopping to & fro inside them, back to school once more.

    Reply
  4. Faye says:
    September 8, 2020 at 8:00 pm

    Dancing on the darkness shards until sparks of light appear,

    Reply
  5. Lady Quixote/Linda Lee says:
    September 10, 2020 at 9:03 pm

    Long live lovely light. — Linda Lee

    Reply
    • oneta hayes says:
      September 10, 2020 at 10:15 pm

      Oh, yes. And so many ways to interpret that lovely light. The light at the end of the tunnel – recovery from illness; the light around God’s thrown – the light that sets in the window welcoming me home; more…

      Reply
  6. ghostmmnc says:
    September 15, 2020 at 2:03 pm

    Hi, Oneta! Just seeing this, but here’s one for the game:
    Diggity Dog dug down deep during dangerous dusty days, defying dungeons of doom. 🙂

    Reply

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