Sunday Whirl – Modern Problems

The stick sings as it slashes through the air. The promising cut flies passing the machine that strands all that data in digital netherland. I stare yearning for light in the darkness. My mind’s journey talks to me pitching ways to get even with technology.

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FFAW – outside my window

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you Jade!

The rocking chair slowly dips forward and snaps back. Over and over it repeats. Two dead eyes look upon Maple street. A hollow body creaks as chair moves.

“They are coming here…. THEY are coming HERE….” Gerald rouses the stale air about him. “Just let me BE!”

A beeping sound rattles the front of his stone house, shaking the windows. The big box truck lunges at the yard. It’s tires tear into green grass. The engine roars as the curb resists the weight of someone else’s memorabilia collection.

Gerald scoots the chair closer to the window. “Leave me be! It’s my home! Its still my … home!”

Two figures emerge from the truck. Their eyes wonder across the house built like a fortress.

“If it just looked as solid on the inside…” Hank speaks a bit louder than he thinks.

“It just needs some love.” Peggy wraps her arm about his waist.

“Old abandoned houses…..” He smiles briefly “Remember taking all that old stuff out….filling dumpsters.”

“Didn’t we throw out the rocking chair by that window?” She starts to pull away.
175 words

Season with No Reason

Easement
Ethereal
Exoteric ((adj.) suitable for or communicated to the general public: not belonging, limited, or pertaining to the inner or select circle, as of disciples or intimates: popular, simple, common place
Emulation ((n.) effort or desire to equal or excel others: jealous rivalry)
Edge
Elsewhere
Enough
Equipment
Entry
Erase
Exact
Evil

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

“Easement of any edge…” Raul pauses midthought. “Enough of a gap for evil to extract its ethereal control.”

“So exoteric ideas gain entry from afar, elsewhere to exact which emulsion?” Clyde plays along.
“The brain is the only equipment need to erase logic.” Raul is as tired of the political season as the partisan play that accompanys it.

FFAW- What’s Inside?

This week’s photo prompt is provided by wildverbs. Thank you Wildverbs!

The orange construction barrel appeared overnight. It immediately became a source of intrigue for the preteen set.

“It’s got a Griffin on it!” Andrew jumps his words out ahead of his bike. He isn’t waiting for others to scoop his news “I think I seen it move!”

“You’re an idiot!” Mack doesn’t turn to address him but stays locked on the other boys. “Ain’t nothing but a barrel.”

Gene leans to the side to look past Mack. “It’s heavy. I tried to push it in the road. It’s got something inside. These guys are scared to move it!”

“You losers can go play in the road. Michael & I are gonna watch old lady Myers beat you with her umbrella again!” Mack commands the group into submission.

“Let’s go Gene. I bet if we open it ….” Andrew catches his breath and turns toward the magical barrel “Something cool is inside.”

The boys watch Andrew rush across the street. He pushes the barrel over.

“Whoa!” Andrew’s final words

167 words

Sunday Whirl – Channeling

Voices become unhinged, bruising my listening ears. Vision fails to match what aches could push nerves to their edges. Nails on chalkboard could never blossom in such a manner. I wish I could remember numb or savor the quiet again.

Sadly the remote is lost

FFAW – Interesting Display

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yarnspinnerr. Thank you Yarnspinnerr

“None of them match?!” Joseph whispers to Joan.

She scans the rainbow display unfettered.

“The sizes aren’t even together.” Joseph continues.

She homes in a few different ones.

“I mean… This bizarre has all kinds stores.” His voice wavers. “I don’t get why we are here.”

She grabs two golden sandals from from different display boards.

“Are you even listening!” He looks at the side of her smiling face.

“The guy behind the counter is blind but not deaf.” She smiles the married woman smile that translates he is not with me.

92 words

Sunday Whirl – Sudden End

The sliver of chain shines. Her face wears disdain by design, while the rest of her dresses to the nines. Secretly, some feign shock but jealousy trains some for the crime afoot.

“My god.. ..she’s not breathing!” Someone tells. The reception grinds to a halt.

What’s on the Wall?

Welcome to Week 137 of Three Line Tales.

three line tales, week 137: an abandoned asylum
photo by Nathan Wright via Unsplash

“No one had been able to see the house since the previous owner passed away.” Sheila opens the door for the Bailey’s.

“What happened to them?” Bill ponders as the daylight enters.

“Sudden heart attack and he was relatively young.” Sheila answers.

FFAW – Dreary Start

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

The alarm can not remove the mental cobwebs. I shake myself and reach for caffeine inspired cure. My mood seems to melt into the dreary outside. A surely chill finds my back. This was the day of change I promised myself.

I am too old for sudden change. My mind is circumspect to my desire for new paths. Restlessness seems cozy in this grey slimy day. I stare at the door leading me to that sudden change. It seems further away than normal.

Heroic efforts get me upright.

“I have this in me, I know it. I’ll charge through that door” my pep talk does wonders for my weary soul.

I open the door. The grey spills into my face like a cold wet kiss. My energy tries to crash and burn. I realize I have forgotten to dress accordingly.

We will try this again.

145 words

Wordle – Shut In

Week 199

Potatoes
Scrimshank ((v.) to avoid one’s obligations/duties; to shirk)
Malign
Review
Operation
Larder
Cellmate
Mail
Torporific (n.)) causing lethargy)
Negligible
Panting
Martyr
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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

My cellmate calls me a martyr. I review the larder’s contents, empty save small potatoes. I despise scrimshanking despite my obvious negligible position. I look over my shoulder at the much malign reflection staring back at me.

Restlessness in my lack of operation still leaves me panting. My thoughts mail letters of torporific passages. For want of motivation my home turned prison.