3WW CCLXVII


Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.

Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky (but please, link to the exact post, not your blog, by clicking on the exact post title and paste it to Mr. Linky below). As  always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.

But I invite everyone to check back often to read and  comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community for writers who clamor for feedback.

This week's words:

Draft; noun: A preliminary version of a piece of writing; a plan, sketch or rough drawing; compulsory recruitment for military service; a current of cool air in a room or other confined space; verb: Prepare a preliminary version; pull or draw; adjective: Denoting beer or other drink that is kept in and served from a barrel or tank rather than from a bottle or can.

Locate; verb: Discover the exact place or position of; place within a particular context; establish oneself or one's business in a specified place.

Serenity; noun: The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled.

21 comments:

rallentanda said...

Thank you Thom for another great set of words!
Thom knows his words
They always merge together
to form smal gems.

Laurie Kolp said...

Happy Wednesday everyone!

Dandelion Girl said...

I do love Wednesdays! Thanks Thom. Happy poem today :)

Daydreamertoo said...

Thanks once again.

Sheilagh Lee said...

two parts today one part the Goblin King and the next the conclusion

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

First chapter of my new serial, Points of Departure.

zouxzoux said...

It's been a long time since I've participate, Thom. It's good to be back!

Ellecee said...

I am really enjoying this, Thom. So glad I found you. With a little help from your friends :-)

Di Eats the Elephant said...

A short poem about The Joys of Writing, or as quilters know it, "As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip." Also, check out "Caught" from last week if you haven't yet, please. I posted late and would love to get more feedback. Thanks to all who visit!!

M. A. S. said...

I missed Three Word Wednesday.

shail said...

Back after a long time :)

http://shailsnest.com/2012/04/12/the-draft/

Daily Panic said...

I used to write for my brother, now I write to him. It's been a year since he died and I miss him.

Here is my draft, while I locate my thoughts and find serenity.

Thanks, Thom

Angel said...

Finally remembered to link my story here. Was so rushed yesterday that I wrote it but didn't come here and post. UGH!

Kim Nelson said...

Thanks, Thom. Took me a bit, but finally fini!

EJ said...

Thanks again for some great words, this was fun.

Marita Abraham said...

These three words gave me a lot to think about. I took some time framing my poem.

The Shot Dispenser said...

Oh this was so much fun. My 1st time here. Pretty neat collection, that! :) Super excited to be a part of it now :D

Sharp Little Pencil said...

I knew the words "serenity" and "draft" would lead me to some old friends. Thanks for the prompt, and peace to all. Amy

Spider42 said...

Hi, this seemed interesting and I saw it on a fellow bloggers post this week so decided to try it and have combined it with another weekly writing challenge - hope that's alright.
Really looking forward to feedback and congrats on finding an interesting writing prompt system. No clues or sentences to inspire, just words to work into it.
Cheers.

Rae Trigg said...

I haven't done this in a long while; I know I'm a week late. Thank you for continuing to post prompts.

Deirdre O. said...

A draft comes into the room. Suddenly, I am overwhelmed by a wave of calm. A small voice in the back of my head says, just rest your head and go to sleep. Breathe in and out…in and out…in and out… I know I’m forgetting something. Something important. I attempt to locate my surroundings, but to no avail. I hear the small voice in the back of my head again. Don’t you just want to go to sleep? Aren’t you tired? But I know I have to resist. I’m surrounded by white. The walls are padded, like marshmallows. I try to stand up, but I feel dizzy and I can’t support my own weight. The serenity tries to overtake me again. But this time, I give in. Why was I resisting, anyway? A weight is lifted from my shoulders, and, as I drift off into unconsciousness, the small voice in the back of my head hisses one single word: hamartithia.


And yes, hamartithia is a real word.