Sunday Whirl – Waiting for the Other Shoe

A small cringe closes upon me. Like a wild wolf cajoling me, your practice of heaping praise seems more than kind. My eyes close to hide the blight called twisted love.


FFAW – Home Fires

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

Allen stirs at the embers of the fire. The flames have grown weary, flickering hesitantly and disappear. The heat still reaches out on long fingers alternating with touches of chill. Undeterred, he fans at them to coax a little more life. Tiny ashen flurries dance around him barely visible in the night.

His face shows the taste of desperation. Lines set about his eyes seem to catch every shadow the palid glow can forge. The conflict of knowing the coldness of tomorrow’s ash and hopes that the flames return fight out within his head. The only response is continuous stirring.

“Seriously, you’re making any chance of talking impossible!” Allen tries to break through the hard exterior of his enraged wife you no avail.

Yet still he stirs the embers going the fire returns.

132 words

Wordless Wednesday


FFAW – Little Note of Contention

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

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said. Have you?!” The words swim in my head.

My eyes fishing for the source, catch my wife’s unpleasant scowl.

“Yes, I heard you the first time. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish what I’m doing.” My voice responses with little impute from me. I’m totally clueless of what the emergency currently is.

“It better get done!” She still has a snarl that would make a junkyard dog cower on. “You should write down the things that need done around here! How many times do I have to say it over and over and over again!”

I pull out a stack of post-it notes. I sigh and write down ‘make a list’.

It has become quite. I look up to see her walk over to read my note.

“Funny! That’s really funny mister!” She storms off stomping her feet.

148 words


Wordle – Calm Waters

Bonus Sam

The words for this week’s wordle were brought to you by Sam

1. Sweep

2. Void

3. Virtue

4. Tonal

5. Shimmer

6. Burgundy

7. Foot

8. Kingfisher

9. Hurry

10. Bridge

11. Nintendo

12. Grove

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

The tonal cry of the kingfisher reminds me of my place. While I may occupy the bridge, the shimmering waters contain his dinner. I try to keep losing him in the void of the pine grove. His call sweeps away the virtue of calm, hurrying me to be about foot. I glare at his burgundy bloomage. I resolve to find a hunting game on ninento as I leave.


Sunday Whirl – Hellhound

The sharp piercing of my right arm told my mind the snarling small dog was a problem. I flailed after I saw him. My car waited with a bar in the trunk. His haul of flesh will leave a scar. But soon I’ll treat him apart, casting him upon a hearth of his Hellhound brethren.


Sunday Whirl – The Music Lesson

Defenseless teeth feel like they are abut to shatter. The crescendo of the trumpet playing shrill excuse for the right note brings blood to the edges of my ears. Birds rattled by the electrifying noise bare their tail feathers leaving for land of milk and honey. The gravity of lack of talent starts to weight against the monetary gain.


FFAW – Day Dream

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa for our prompt!

The quiet water calls. Cool to the touch. The lazy stream calls. Its water caresses, draining away stress and worry. Surrendering isn’t an option.

A cataract calls from down stream. It tells takes of the water speeding up and jumping down unseen heights. The sound plays with my mind. I can feel the misty air rising. I imagine ferns and wildflowers reading fron the banks to receive its kiss. Rainbows ethereal in the sunbeams play hide and seek above.

Distant birds sing. Probably calling out to others to join them.

A blaring horn rattles me.

The same white truck is stuck in front of me. Four lanes dead stopped. Every once in awhile, we rush 200 feet to stop and wait some more. I think of waving back to the idiot with the horn. But I’m going to be with him for a bit longer.

Why do I live in the city anyway?

141 words


Wordless Wednesday


Sunday Whirl – Desert Walk

Sands follow the boundless wind. The sound of madness powers past me. The urge to shout battles memory of the taste of the desert. At least, I can miss hunger.