FFAW- They were French Fries

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“There’s a funny stone over here!” Derrick yells across Meadowhaven Gardens.

Julia grimaces his direction. She keeps thumbing through the guidebook. “What’s the point of reading about these people? You are jumping from place to place. These are real stories of what happened to these people. It’s so cool to think…”

“Hey, you got to see this one!” Derrick grows louder as if to wake the dead.

“Coming!” Julia finds row 15 in the book. “What’s the last name? …. Never mind I found it. Reginald Foster. He had heart attack while eating on Pier 9. His last words immortalized as ‘They were French fries!'”

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Sunday Whirl – Sudden Trip

My hand skims the turbulent surface of Lake August. The electric motor whines as the minutes slide from the clock. My heart races. My cargo needs hiding. Daylight doesn’t creeps in to my view, revealing a tiny shed in a rugged lawn.

Who knew too much lust and a pillow could end this way.

Wordle – Difference of Opinions

This week I am filling in – Wordle credit to Yves.

  1. pint
  2. chase
  3. fists
  4. cease
  5. sleeping bag
  6. octopus
  7. marooned
  8. metal
  9. breathless
  10. pennyworth
  11. wastrel (noun). a wasteful or good-for-nothing person.
  12. wanderjahr (noun). A year spent travelling abroad, typically immediately before or after a university or college course.

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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

“Wastrel?!” I stand breathless as my fists cease to clutch. “You, my dear are tighter than an octopus squeezing every pennyworth rather than chase fresh meat.”

“I’ll raise a pint to that metal you received from the wanderjahr spent marooned in your hometown.” She smiles in that way the ceases hope.

FFAW – Wardrobe malfunction

“I was a model for God’s sake!” She sneers at heart pathetic staff. “How could you let me go out wearing this? It says ‘I don’t care Do U?’ people will think I am a monster!”

The first lady throws the coat against the wall.

No one speaks. The eyes are locked on the floor it’ll be a long flight back.

She stands arms on hoops waiting for one of them to come tell her it’ll be alright. They don’t.

She reaches a glass of water. Her throat dry freedom the outside air.

Slowly the water freezes dripping ice over the side.

“No one say a word” whispers a staffer

111 words

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Wordle – Splitting Away

Week 194

1. Tangible

2. Alien

3. Duck

4. Enhance

5. Revert

6. Garnet

7. Possessive

8. Dissolution

9. Objurgate

10. Quickening

11. Possibility

12. Decathect (v)) to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss)

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

“What’s left?” I search for tangible signs of life here. “Maybe an alien, or possibility a duck in garnet….”

Reality reverts is possessive grip upon me. My trance state objurgates me for allowing it’s dissolution. My pulse quickening as anxiety enhances the importance of my next move.

“I decathect your thoughts! I’m done!” I wait for reality’s response.

Sunday Whirl – Self Image

I’m hiding in a close black corner called home. I belong here were I was put. I skip the laugh to be invisible.

And you call me a cardboard cutout.

Awkward Dream

I pull into the drug store parking lot. The drab brick building with giant windows far to high up to actually see in or out of. I notice a few brief and tan snakes. Then a few more. Behind the building the sea had risen into the edge ood the parking area. Upon its muddy waters ride more snakes.

I marvel at the sole figure outside. He is picking up said snakes by the head and throwing them back out to sea. His dedication to the cause far outweighing the results.

The sky rather overcast helps darken the scene of these legless beasts arriving upon these shores. I fancy the place of such large gatherings of snakes in tropical places. A lush white sand, being lapped by turquoise waters. Maybe a nice Pineapple Sangria in my hand.

Then it hits me, the guy is Scott! Which means nothing to me.

Then the alarm awakens me.

What an awkward dream.

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Wordle – Flashback

1. Rapid

2. Material

3. Beast

4. Sequence

5. Actual

6. Amaryllis

7. Offscreen

8. Untoward

9. Negative

10. Escapist

11. Neurochemical

12. I can’t find the last word if you see it let every know! If not go with Mellow

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 life runs like a rapid sequence of actual events. I sit offscreen. My escapist persona drinking in neurochemical beasts of so called freedom. I search for that keyhole but the bloom of untoward amaryllis is the only material witness.

Sunday Whirl – Not the Right Surprise

“Wait!” An animated voice like part of a loud laugh.

I check the Eagle’s Crawl bar for whom the drunk queen checking me out could be.

My heart thinks I have won some attention. But I realize this has become a family place. And there she is a barmaid waving me down.

Wordle – My Demons

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1. Parka

2. Raise

3. Security

4. Absorption

5. Offend

6. Nearby

7. Bewilder

8. Matchbook

9. Abrasion

10. Semicircle

11. Noticeable

12. Alice and Wonderland Syndrome

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_in_Wonderland_syndrome

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

“I’m a bit bewildered.” I raise my head from my parka hood. “Nearby, my empty matchbook appears offended by its burnt appearance. I needed you for security. Light, noticeable security issue for me.”

A semicircle of demons speak in quiet words. Abrasion is their language. They know my mind lives through absorption and they know it.

“You are in my hand!!” I shiver “Stop calling it Alice and Wonderland syndrome! You aren’t big enough to hurt me. I’m bigger than this room.”