Friday, January 16, 2015

Use Your Words- January 2015

Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.

At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.

Your words are: 
crackling fire ~ snow tires ~  chalet ~ sparks ~ fool ~ fence
They were submitted by:    

This is a continuation of my "Talking Turkey" post from November's Use Your Words.

Live turkeys were something that they didn't see in this city. Partially because it is a city and partially because they were living under a dome. There was wildlife, but not a lot of it.

The dome's purpose, 15 years ago, had been an experiment; like one of those reality TV shows. However, the people living in the dome didn't want to leave once the experiment was over. The dome protected them and provided for them. They were able to work out a deal with the outside world to have them bring in the supplies that couldn't be produced inside the dome in exchange for organic supplies that could be produced inside the dome.

The girl watched the boy talking turkey and figured he was a fool. There was no need to catch a turkey, so why would he be trying to coax it out from under a bush? She finally asked him and he responded, "I wanted it for a pet!" 

A pet? She couldn't imagine that a turkey would make a good pet. Plus, the city had plenty of cats and dogs, she was sure he could have one of them. "How do you imagine to make a wild turkey a pet?" she asked.

"I don't know. But my parents tell me that I'm allergic to cats and dogs, so I thought that a turkey would be different."

She wished him the best and went to pick up their supplies. 

As she got back to her house, she walked through the picket fence's gate and headed for the porch and thought of the days before the dome. She was a child when her parents volunteered for the dome project, but she remembered things from outside the dome that they didn't experience inside. The weather was always a balmy 70 to 80 degrees. They didn't need coats, nor did they need air conditioned houses. It never snowed, so they didn't need snow tires to get around. In fact, they walked pretty much every where since there were few cars or trucks to be had. They never built crackling fires that would produce sparks in the fireplace in the living room of their chalet-type house. 

Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:                     Baking In A Tornado          Stacy Sews and Schools                Spatulas on Parade               The Bergham’s Life Chronicles                      Confessions of a part-time working mom                     Juicebox Confession                     Someone Else’s Genius                                          The Momisodes                            Battered Hope               Evil Joy Speaks                  


  1. Phew, I am glad that your story wouldn't

    a) BBQ the turkey over the crackling fire
    b) Run over the turkey with a car that is equipped with snow tyres

    Although both scenarios would have made for some serious sparks ;-)

  2. You know how much I love an ongoing story. I just hate waiting for the next installment. Hope it's coming soon.

  3. LOVE IT!!! I can't wait to see where you go with this!! GREAT job!!!

  4. The Wild Turkey Foundation would approve. (or as I like to call it - the WTF Foundation)

  5. Mmmmm this will be interesting -- do you have an ending planned?

    1. Um, no...I don't even know where it's going, lol!