Somewhere – Stories by 5

Zephira draws up her mandolin. A few gentle strums of its strings lets loose the amora of fall leaves and vanilla. Her head lowers beyond sight. The air rushes by suddenly perishing dreams of Summer. Her words turn staccato like piano notes. I resist with all my might.

A distant cello joins in with her melody. The world bends to her. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll slip back to where I belong. The world is so small within the looking glass.

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.

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.

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/

Wordle – Paper Leader

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1. Absolute

2. Precede

3. Blip

4. Cabal (n))  a small group of secret plotters, as against a government or personin authority. the plots and schemes of such a group; intrigue. a clique, as inartistic, literary, or theatrical circles.)

5. Paper

6. Asomatous (adj.)) Having no material body.)

7. Hum

8. Stand

9. Above

10. Item

11. Opaque

12. Fremdschämen (v)) To feel ashamed about something someone else has done. )

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

A small hum precedes a blip.  The cabal stands above an opaque item.  

“Upon this paper. the absolute power. Asomatous. No body to falter.” One voice rises.

Looking at them, I feel the sense of fremdschämen. They look so serious.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/03/wordle-161-2/

Wordle #160 – First Impression

Wordle #160

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1. Mundane

2. Neat

3. Vent

4. Spine

5. Wrapper

6. La gaudiere (n.)) the glint of goodness inside people, which you can only find by sloshing them back and forth in your mind until everything dark and gray and common falls away, leaving behind a constellation at the bottom of the pan—a rare element trapped in exposed bedrock, washed there by a storm somewhere upstream.)

7. Nudge

8. Partial

9. Tentative

10. Backwards

11. Oppose

12. Smile

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 partial smile nudges me backwards. I’m tentative as my spine wrestles with mundane neat looks oppose to it being a wrapper. My mind vents thoughts of la gaudiere. The guy must be a sham.

Lost time

Week 159

1. Bite

2. Smooth

3. Open

4. Deserve

5. Paradox

6. Semaphorism (n.)) a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don’t go any further—an emphatic nod, a half-told anecdote, an enigmatic ‘I know the feeling’—which you place into conversations like those little flags that warn diggers of something buried underground: maybe a cable that secretly powers your house, maybe a fiberoptic link to some foreign country.)

7. Tension

8. Playhouse

9. Neptune

10. Stalemate

11. Muse

12. Thieves

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

Neptine’s playhouse deservedly bites at reality. Thrives smooth open ended tensions as muses play on intuitions.  I deceive myself on semaphorism.  Like it matters anyway.

Sweet as Nectarines – Wordle

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1. Blood

2. Despair

3. Woman

4. Seek

5. Seclusion

6. Willowy (adj.) Lithe, graceful, slender)

7. Beaten

8. Aware

9. Nectarine

10. Scaffold

11. Wolf

12. Mimeomia ((n.) the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype, even if you never intended to, even if it’s unfair, even if everyone else feels the same way—each of us trick-or-treating for money and respect and attention, wearing a safe and predictable costume because we’re tired of answering the question, “What are you supposed to be?”)

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

Moon beaten, a willow woman leaves her seclusion. Inside her blood beaten by despair induces a walk to the scaffold. Self aware of the will es surrounding her.  They see her mimeomia as sweet as nectarines.

Writtenas part of a challenge called Wordle, detailsavailable at https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/1475648297

What If – Encounters

I poke at the fire. Deep red and orange embers spit flames skyward.  As the flames grow thinner, the realization of more wood needs found. 

“Damn it! I should have did this before it got dark.” I see my heat source dwindling before my eyes.  

Dawn is several hours away.  My camp hid well with a pine grove.  I must venture forth to where the wild things roam.  My way guided by the worst flashlight ever and the pale glow of Eris. 

The Moon has long turned in for the night. The false silver light of Moon2 as it was called during its building.  Mankind’s solution to energy build a second Moon.  The crazy light show on its surface was beautiful until they told us it was pieces breaking off and streaming back to Earth.

My third spark has sailed overhead.  They tell us it’s just normal. No one has ever been hit by one of these pieces.  

“Who the hell would know I was hit it here?” I keep eyes open for anything out here.   We used to worry about coyotes and bears.  

This is the last crumb of avoiding civilization. The government will covert this to receiving station for that damn Eris. The greater good.  So we at told.

I leave my little corner for an arm full of wood.  Just enough to keep warm.  Just enough to give me the peace of wilderness. The woods have been cleaned of anything bigger than a twig. 

A light flashes in green behind me. A wave of heat. A sound like an exploding building.  My legs feel the ground shudder.

My vantage point is sparse trees in an island against open darkness.  I can see light from something below a ridge I was unaware of before.  Mechanical sounds whirl.  Static and broke words burst forth. None are clear.  I search for a path to get me closer.

A lonely motor winds.  I hear treads click and blacking. Voices rise but never clear the commotion. 

I walk through scrub oaks. I snap an occasional branch. I was walking by rolling feet to not annouce my presence.  A half mile hike takes less time when you stop breathing from fear of being heard.

“Billy!  The cage.  We need the cage out here now! They’re coming in from North in 130 seconds.” The deep voice crawls through the still night. 

My eyes reach the edge.   A pit that collapsed to reveal gated under ground.  Two cages ten feet tall with twice the length and width gleem in low light.  In one corner, a small grey man tends to something inside. 

A green glow blinds me. Whispers of wind spill on to me.  

“They’re real! Oh shit….They are real!” I try to stay quiet.  The scaly hand on my shoulder tells me I wasn’t quiet enough. 

“Billy! We got a peeper!” The thing attached yells out.

The small grey man looks up suddenly. He walks over to see my body hanging in the air.  His tall friend keeping me off the ground by hanging me like a towel.

“Put him on with the others. We need to get these humans off our planet.  I told you they hid like rats. They know it’s illegal but they still come out here.”

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/05/11/tale-weaver-119-what-if-11-05-17/

Photo Challenge -Tea leaves

I bask in her warmth.  My mind holds those moments that are special because they are our moments.   There is a certain calmness that stills my heart.  

The night drifts by.  Time is a ceiling fan counting by whoosh sounds.   Light stays at bay. 

My dreams morph.   Subtly I’m drawn away.  Her face warn and kind grows.   Her smile looks more relaxed.  I twist to better see whay keeps me whole.

The warmth returns. Strange white shiny walls curve up from below. I feel like am burning.  Parts of me break free and float off.  Her smile twists more profound.  

Being someone cup of tea is not always good