Wordle #165

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1. Shine

2. Clip

3. Abash (v)) to destroy the self-confidence, poise, or self-possession of;disconcert;make ashamed orembarrassed)

4. Read

5. Salvage

6. Celadon (n.)) a pale grey-green, any ofseveral Chinese porcelains having atranslucent, pale green glaze..)

7. Permeate

8. Sag

9. Nervous

10. Vacant

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.

Sunday Whirl – Sailing

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Nothing born upon the mean sea carrys.  Poor vessels beams shake. No more than a string of the balloon following the cares of the prick.

Where the Beasts Lie

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/

Wordle 164

Week 164

1. Climb

2. Vague

3. Sadness

4. Perish

5. Pangs

6. Nepenthe (n.)) A drug or drink, or the plant yielding it, mentioned by ancientwriters as having the power to bring forgetfulness of sorrow or trouble. anythinginducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, especially of sorrow ortrouble.)

7. Neolithic

8. Four

9. Offhand

10. Reappear

11. Sallow

12. Abdicate (v)) to renounce or relinquish a throne, right, power, claim,responsibility, or the like, especially in a formal manner )

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

Four distinctive hunger pangs reappear in a vague threat that I may perish. Sadness slowly climbs to abdicate these feelings. 

My own physician instincts kick in.  Sallow hands delve into neolithic cures.  Tall glass of nepenthe awaits. 

Written as part of a challenge called Wordle, details available at https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/wordle-164/

Loss of Face -Sunday Whirl

The skin off my face flees. Scorn brutally digs at what was once me. The need for cream provides no salve. I hold a storm until my inner poet releases the pain.

A Rope

From the trail the old tree looks lopsided.  A solitary branch separated from the green leafy mass to the right. String of biege hangs still upon it.

The afternoon Sun puts a premium on shade.  The old tree makes for a good stop between isles of scrub bush.  The winds that were so free in morning have retreated.  Sound is hiding along with it too.

Under the tree, footprints paint a picture of a tussle.  It appears two or three on one. They circle under a rope tied into circle.  No signs of anyone left here. The cool respite may feel strange but it breaks the heat.  My eyes grew a bit heavy from the ride.  As I’m alone, rest should be about quickly. 

Slumber slips away from me. Dreams stir of people. Strange dark men hunting and calling out. Its a struggle oddly muffled. My eyes open to darkness. 

Arms have me and I lunge forward. They aren’t speaking my language. It feels they are questioning me.  My throat grows tight. My mouth opens but i have no breath to yell.

“Boys, you got the wrong one!” A voice distant rings.  

My mind grows dark.

“Does he look like Gus?” the voice continues.

I fade to black

Color Loss – FFAW

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grand-Sud for our photo prompt!

Teddy surveys his ground.  He stands at the edge of the rainbow world. The shadow of gloom awaits him. The nexis of the color fade crisis lies ahead.

“Solo spots of color dot the landscape. The other world is so dark. Not even leaves for their trees!” his voice filled in disbelief.

His eyes look over dark clothes. His dull tone speaks “Best to fit in. Why they tell that I’ll never know.” 

In a flash he jumps down and descending stairs to the street.

Mr Crayola enters the dark world.  One idea on how tokeep the darkness from wiping out rainbow world.

Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer details available at https://lfffaw-challenge-week-of-july-11-2017/

Summertime

three line tales week 75: two bicycles in front of the ocean

photo by Meghan Yabsley on Unsplash
The two bikes peel decades from my life to when summer was an endless break.
Right here was where the obsession of Jenny started.
She smiled and took over her shirt and jumped into the water, it took me a minute to figure out to follow her. 
#3linetales

Eden Revisited – FfAW

His forked tongue flicks.  Tasting the world.  Looking down upon the many people scattering about like giant ants in concrete and glass hills.

“Look up young man!” Satan:s voice softly sings striking ears like lightning.

“Whoa! You’re a snake! It’s a talking snake! I got to post this.” Reuben snaps a pic. His thumbs open and create viral thread instantly.

“Reuben.  I’ll give you the most beautiful woman. You’ll live like a king.  Just did my bidding. What do you say?” Satan smiles his reptilian best “You know a million followers too!”

“I have 120k now.  60 likes on your pic alone. ” Reuben stares at the screen in his hand.  “There’s a new phone out.  I really don’t want to keep using this 6 month old phone.” 

Satan watches his victim walk off. 

“I thinking that Steve guy was my best find yet.’ Satan snaps his tail and looks for another garden.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Kecia Spartin. Thank you Kecia!

Written as part of a challenge calledFlash Fictionfor the Aspiring Writer, detailsavailable at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/07/03/fffaw-challenge-week-of-july-4-2017-2/

Wordle – Paper Leader

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1. Absolute

2. Precede

3. Blip

4. Cabal (n))  a small group of secret plotters, as against a government or personin authority. the plots and schemes of such a group; intrigue. a clique, as inartistic, literary, or theatrical circles.)

5. Paper

6. Asomatous (adj.)) Having no material body.)

7. Hum

8. Stand

9. Above

10. Item

11. Opaque

12. Fremdschämen (v)) To feel ashamed about something someone else has done. )

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

A small hum precedes a blip.  The cabal stands above an opaque item.  

“Upon this paper. the absolute power. Asomatous. No body to falter.” One voice rises.

Looking at them, I feel the sense of fremdschämen. They look so serious.

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