Sunday Whirl – Surprised

Color burst surfaced in my mind. A punch to the throat mixed with wrapping chains. I simmered.

“What kind of nut?” I labeled him, as if it matters now.

Into the Blue

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

“Pine island only reachable by boat….. Or kayak” George’s voice peaks and finishes the pitch to get away. 

“You are serious?! It’s a long way for a first trip.” Bridget knows the look on his face. “Someone owes me…if I do this.” 

Bridget stares up at the Sun.  The waves of turquoise wash over her.  Her body rides the tide.

Her mind plays the conversion over and over again.

The scene of the two red kayaks on the beach. The soft wind plays on every sense. Smells of salt. Palm leaves flex and sing. Warm caress of the Sun. A weird sensation of blood in her mouth. 

George briefly smiles. A sharp point about the shoulder blade. Bridget falls. George looks down upon her. Then the water covers her. 

“A new start for us! I told you if i couldn’t have you… Noone would!” George smiles again.

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Outpost Wordle #166

Week 166

1. Foolish

2. Figment

3. Need

4. Circle

5. Jump

6. Myrmidon (n.)) a person who executeswithout question or scruple master’scommands. Also see mythology)

7. Entangle

8. Glint

9. Hood

10. Chocolate

11. Eccentric

12. Willowwacks (A wooded or uninhabited area. )

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

There is a foolish need to jump forth from my entangle hood of willowwacks. My thoughts circle on the eccentric glint of reason

 “Am I a myrmidon?”  I mumble. 

Figments of freedom dance like chocolate to a dieter.  When does one abandon their post.

Shallow Grave

My hand sweeps away the dirt from my face.  I’m lost in a daze.  Stars mix in with daylight.  My mind has been rattled by a series of events I can’t recall. 

The Sun has crawled high in the sky.  I’ve been here for hours. My eyes last seen starts in a black sky.  My ears heard voices. Ones I know but can’t place.  It seems a friendly hand played party to my unsuccessful demise.  

Lessons learned from a shallow grave.

Never be in one twice!

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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/

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. 
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Blessed Curse

“You must repeat your life! I’ll force you through another lifetime.  You’ll remember being powerless like a child! Everyone you knew will see you a stranger!” her words hiss as her eyes gets wider and brighter. “Cursed to be young with any old mind. Cursed to be orphaned! You’ll always remember me!

My eyes watch the world change.  I feel my body change. The world becomes taller about me.  The trees seem like monsters. The witch whom I still know nothing ofn stands above me.  Her face twisted in pleasure and her body curls to the right to look down upon at any angle.

“But I don’t understand. I’m young. Nothing hurts. The world is big and bold. You have blessed me to live knowing past mistakes.  I know not what I did to you. But I thank you.” I reach our with my little boy hand to shake her hand.

She is twice as angry with me now. Her hands curl in claw like fists.  Her complexion grows red.  Sharp teeth come out of hiding.

“So boy, you think this is better?! Where can you go? How will you eat? Who will look after you now!” Her face stays hideous.

“I have a lifetime to find out.” I smile with the innocence of youth.

She handed me the dream everyone thinks about, to have a second chance do live life all over again.