FFAW – Somewhere Under the Rainbow

This week’s photo prompt is provided by @any1mark66

(Hey, that’s me & Big Bend National Park, Texas)

“There it is!! The end of the rainbow! There’s a pot of gold in that trailer!” Mickey screams and flails his left arm toward the aluminum leprechaun.

Dad looks up in the mirror and laughs “There aren’t leprechaun in Texas! You have to catch them to get the gold”

“There’s a green man in the field there! look!” Six year old defiance rings out. “Can we stop?!”

“We can look from the side of the road but no closer. Those fields are full of snakes.” Dad responds

As the car stops, the rain thins. A strange rustling crawls through the tufted grasses.

“See there are no people out here! Just us and some rain. It doesn’t even look occupied over there, Mickey.” Dad turns back to look at his son. A sudden sense of wonder comes as the roadway dries in front of his eyes.

“Daddy! He is waving to us!” Mickey tugs at his dad.

The sound of their car driving off goes unnoticed. Soon they will find out how the leprechaun gets his gold.

181 words


Wordle 183 – Path to Tomorrow

Week 173

1. Flame

2. Obedient

3. Dark

4. Earn a Page (to learn a valuable lesson)

5. Abrasive

6. Gravity

7. Complexion

8. Mercy

9. Harrow

10. Xaeax (to get drawn into useless circular logic from paradoxes; a state of confusion resulting from mind games)

11. Ability

12. Fetter

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 dark obedient flame enlightens the complexion of the my circumstances. Abrasive mercy fetters and harrows clear thought. Officially, I have earned a page. Unfortunately, it’s a map of xaeax. I keep telling myself how things will change if I keep doing the same thing over and over again.

Sunday Writing Prompt

“Use the talents you possess..” words spill into the room.

She fidgets, picking her nails. She was never a fan of the baggage she keeps. Personal baggage like mushrooms grow in the dark.

“the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sang best.” the little tv continues its motivational speech

Sunday Whirl – Jack Frost

I question the sanity of my shady game of chicken with January. The gravity of situation figures to assemble a list of things taken. Superstition of Jack Frost told in ice grains on my skin.

Wordle – Family Bonding

Week 172

1. Crackle

2. Bloodline

3. Lotus-eater ((n.)

a member of a people represented by Homer as living in a state of dreamy forgetfulness and idleness as a result of eating the fruit of the lotus plant.

4. Giddy

5. Memory

6. Dangerous

7. Akimbo

8. Satin

9. Hips

10. Fusillade ((n.) a series of shots fired or missiles thrown all at the same time or in quick succession.)

11. Bloom

12. Fasten

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

“Dangerous is a giddy memory!” he stands akimbo with his right hand fastened to the hip.

“I’ll throw a satin bloom of an uppercut to the Lotus-eater in the bloodline!” her hands rain a fusillade of pain upon her brother.

The crackle of his vinyl coat records the onslaught.

Sunday Whirl – Logic

The silver light tells that nothing exists as the middle seam holding this illusion together. Mighty rumors swing like vines ditching warnings of why and how. No wonder logic seats lost here.


Almost has a sister named if. The pair of little monsters run around teasing the world. As only the six to eight year old can understand, they mean not the harm they cause.

They play tag with the unsuspecting. A glimpse of her curling hair, maybe a thought of what color his ball cap was remains with you. Your thoughts jump the rail like a commuter train on the evening news. You are left bewildered to what happened. But as it was nothing really. It disappears into ether.

If has a brother, and he’s right outside your door. The chill of a sudden breeze. The flash of light off in the distance. He’s there waiting. And you can think about what it was… Almost

FFAW – Where are They Now?

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

“Where did they keep the live ones?” Cindy innocently questions.

“They all died off 65 million years ago.” Her dad looks over the sign next to the T-tex.

“How does every museum have one?” Cindy looks at the model “All those bones. No, they have whole islands with them.”

“Cindy. You really think they can hide an island of giant dinosaurs.” Her dad looks at her wondering about these crazy thoughts. “How would you even feed them?”

“People. They are everywhere.” Cindy looks dead at her stunned father. “And when they get sick and die..”

“Where did you get this idea from?” Her dad asks with hands planted on his hips.

“Mom. She says people disappear everyday.” Cindy smiles “They find things that living but look like fossils all the time.”

“An asteroid buried everything.” Her dad starts to explain.

“You believe to easy, Dad.” Cindy replies.

149 words

Wordle – Night before

Bonus X-Mas

1. Gifts

2. Oranges

3. Cloves

4. Glistering

5. Biting

6. Cinnamon

7. Rice Porridge

8. Family

9. Stress

10. Snowfall

11. Darkness

12. Candles

13. Ornaments

14. Fire

For this wordle I invite you to make your own wordle! This is my husband’s list. Your list can be as long as you want as personal was you want. Feel free to use the abo list though if you prefer.

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 candle’s fire spills into the darkness. Ornaments hang, glistering mimicking the snowfall outside. The family submits to stress and exhaustion of gift gathering. The air filled with scents of clove and orange biting back at the starts of cold. The morning will open a new world briefly.

Sunday Whirl – Caught in a Web

“Tina?” I question her feigning shock.

The word like a shard of broken glass on the tongue. Slippery, like the truth, time chains me to the moment. My mind runs for greener grass. But the screen I use for reason, fails to catch what I need to escape.