My hand sweeps away the dirt from my face. I’m lost in a daze. Stars mix in with daylight. My mind has been rattled by a series of events I can’t recall.
The Sun has crawled high in the sky. I’ve been here for hours. My eyes last seen starts in a black sky. My ears heard voices. Ones I know but can’t place. It seems a friendly hand played party to my unsuccessful demise.
Lessons learned from a shallow grave.
Never be in one twice!
3. Abash (v)) to destroy the self-confidence, poise, or self-possession of;disconcert;make ashamed orembarrassed)
6. Celadon (n.)) a pale grey-green, any ofseveral Chinese porcelains having atranslucent, pale green glaze..)
11. Offal (the parts of the animal that are considered inedible, viscera, rubbish)
12. Trenchancy (adj.)) incisive or keen,as language or a person; caustic; cutting; vigorous; effective; energetic)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
Nervous to show sagging, unabashed i shine like salvaged celadon. Trechancy airs permeate the meeting. Vacant eyes and minds move clip by clip. Their fingers reading offal and entails for facts unseen.
Washed down in syrup
Another liquid fizz
Lingering need for more
The world versus me
They haven’t got a chance!
Teflon hero immune
To cause and others
Right by self-interest
Center attention resides
Places build up within others
Written on banner
Held hands high
Little Big Horn awaits
If you only know
Sharing isn’t caring
Leavening the field
Dragging you down here
Blame and hate
Chains keeping you down
Across all views
Problems involving everything
Excited drawing blood
Hoping pain caused
Damage little concern
One more million
One more collection
Things horridly glorious
Poor only want nothing
All that shines
All that glitters
Attention span withers
Dreams awash vision
Mind dances fancy thoughts
Incredible drowse embraces
My work drifts away
Soul joins the shadows
Flesh dripping taste
Candys last linger clings
Forbidden flavor always best
Touch builds memory
Desire creating scene
A long time ago there were eight capital sins, corrupted souls got lazy and combined aspects of a few. Besides 7 sounds better as deadly sins
Waking up in a former bedroom
Knowing the outline of rooms
Sounds of doors and floors
Time changes the world
perceptions alter the details
But home is home
The place you can always visit
The place dreams started
It’s trailhead lead many places
My feet return to a beginning
My mind clears layers of memories
Some threads still take me back
When a forest fire happens, then an inch of rain comes through we get a flash food. This is the area nine people perished in a flash flood. The first picture the water is about one foot wide. The box canyon is about 25 foot drop. If you have seen the video of a black debris wave, that was almost 1/2 mile and 2 feet deep. Then it came here at 40 mph. A place with no storm clouds or rain. 14 people in one family spending one afternoon in the water. Nine are gone, one still missing. Ten miles from my home in a place that’s normally peaceful and calm.
Link to story below.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!
“Mom tells me not to go there.” Rufus kicks a small stone watching it bounce down the street.
“You can’t go there. There are big kids up there. They’ll tear you apart!” Ralph truss taking sense to him.
“I’m going up there. Let’s both go up there. Its a real playground with swings.” Rufus stands and points up the hill.
“I’ll go halfway. But I’m not getting worked over by those big kids.” Ralph looks at his feet.
“Come on Ralphie. I’m going to the top. I’ll wave if no-one is up there. We can play like big kids!” Rufus smiles with a few missing teeth and runs up the stairs.
“Hey wait for me!” Ralph gets caught up and forgets to stop half way.
“See…. I …… told ….. you.” Rufus fights lack of breath to speak.
“There’s no-one here. There swings and slides and baseball diamonds. It’s all ours!” Ralph looks excited about the forbidden play ground. “I’m going to sit on merry-go-around till i can breath. Mom’s gonna kill is of she finds out we’re up here.”
“Don’t tell her then” Rufus replies
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-18-2017/