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.
My words are:
beholden ~ tumultuous ~ loaded ~ fuzzy ~ multiplicative ~ hidden
It was submitted by: https://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com
24 Months! For 24 months I’ve created a story of pure fiction out of the words I receive each month in our Use Your Words challenge put on by our fearless leader Karen from Baking in a tornado. Want to be a part of the fun? Just let me know in the comments below and I’ll steer you in the right direction (or just click on the Use Your Words image in the sidebar!
This will be the last episode of this story and even though I feel I have taken these characters as far as I can take them I will dearly miss every single one. Just as this group has become a family they’ve become a part of my family and I think of them as friends even if only imaginary. Next month, I’ll be starting a whole new story next month and I hope you’ll stick around for this next group of characters.
Links To Parts 1-23:
“I guess I do,” Joe said feeling just a little nervous.
“You guess?!? You guess?!?” Emmy said the outrage turning her face purple. “He’s not asking if you want bacon with your eggs, you big dolt. He’s asking if you take me ME EMMY! as your lawfully wedded wife and you say “I guess”? Who does that!
“Only you would start an argument in the middle of our weddin’,” Joe said his frustration clearly visible on his face. “I do! I do! I do! There, are you happy now? I DO!!”
“Oh the love I feel,” she said waving her hand in front of her face as if it were a fan.
“Who said anything about love?” Joe said finally losing his temper.
The look on her face was one he hoped to never see again. The pain that little sentence caused her will haunt Joe to his grave. He didn’t really mean it the way it came out she just brought out the worst in him and it left him feeling unmanly and stupid.
Emmy pulled herself up straight, “you’re right, who spoke of love. This is a business deal.”
The hurt that statement made took his breath away but he could never let her see. Somehow they seemed to hurt each other every time they opened their mouths.
After the wedding, only attended by the five of them those that remained with the wagon trail give their own version of a wedding reception. If Emmy noticed that Joe drank heavily she didn’t say anything. If he noticed that she wasn’t her usual over the top self he kept it to himself.
Matt stood up and hit his fork against his tin cup. “Quiet down! I want to say something!” He waited a few minutes for everyone to settle down before continuing.
“A few months and many, many miles have brought us all together as friends and family. I’m excited to start this chapter of our lives with all of you. We’ll build a town together just as we’ve built these bonds and it will be strong just as we’ve become stronger together. It’s not going to be easy. There will be years where it will be tumultuous, But, I would be beholden to all of you for the new life that we would be building together.”
“We’re here to celebrate the second marriage from the wagon train and hope that over the years this group will remain multiplicative. Also, just so that Emmy & Joe don’t have all of the fun I have another announcement. Come spring Grace and I will be sprouting our own garden and we want to share the excitement with all of you! We’re having a baby!”
Their fellow travelers went crazy at this good news. They all loved Grace and Matt. They were all there when their love affair started so many months ago. They were excited to see their family grow and they knew that this was only the beginning of what would become of the rest of their lives.
The fiddlers played until late into the night as everyone danced. They drank whiskey straight out of bottles and tin cups and Grace had created a beautiful cake. With a small groom and bride made out of sticks adorning the top. Emmy had worn Grace’s wedding dress and they vowed that the next generation would as well.
Everyone woke the next morning a little fuzzy. The men had gotten loaded and the women had helped them to their beds late into the night. Emmy had hidden out in Grace’s & Matt’s wagon so he was left to pass out next to the groom who still sat in his place of honor.
The next day after the land was acquired and supplies had been purchased and loaded back on the wagons they prepared to head out to create a community that would grow year after year. The years won’t be easy, but they’ll be happy, and isn’t that all anyone can ask from in life?
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado https://bakinginatornado.com/
On the Border https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
Part-time Working Hockey Mom https://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
What TF Sarah https://crazymamallama.blogspot.com/