Wordle – Hanging Thoughts

Wordle 212

1. Please

2. Cloth

3. Branch

4. Perturbation

5. Dangle

6. Folly

7. Attractancy (n)) the capacity of, especially of a pheromone, to attract)

8. Bolt

9. Treasure

10. Proceed

11. Courtyard

12. Place

The scrap rose colored cloth dangles from the swinging branch. The courtyard, place of treasured folly, teases me to proceed. The razor of attractancy strikes like a bolt from the blue. The perturbation dances with the pleasing thrill of the chase.
My foot falls toward the inevitable.

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Wordle – Shut In

Week 199

Potatoes
Scrimshank ((v.) to avoid one’s obligations/duties; to shirk)
Malign
Review
Operation
Larder
Cellmate
Mail
Torporific (n.)) causing lethargy)
Negligible
Panting
Martyr
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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

My cellmate calls me a martyr. I review the larder’s contents, empty save small potatoes. I despise scrimshanking despite my obvious negligible position. I look over my shoulder at the much malign reflection staring back at me.

Restlessness in my lack of operation still leaves me panting. My thoughts mail letters of torporific passages. For want of motivation my home turned prison.

Wordle – Lasso Saloon

Bonus Wild West

Saloon
Cactus Wine ((n.) made with tequila and peyote)
Holster
Outlaw
Spurs
Lasso
Hang
Frontier
Victuals or Vittles (n.)) food supplies, provisions)
Churlish ((adj.) rude)
Gunslinger
Lawman
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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

The Lasso Saloon rumbles with a cacophony of voices and string music. My ears perk up at the jingle of spurs. I try to guess the identity. Is it outlaw, lawman or random gunslinger?

I pour another shot of cactus wine. I hang the glass up to drip dry. My right hand feels for my holster. I feign ignorance to the sound.

The slam of my vittles on the table makes me jump. The curlish wench storms away.

The old west fades to tourist trap. I sigh and pull good toward me.

Wordle – Paradise

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1. Clutch

2. Escalate

3. Propinquity (n)) nearness in place; proximity. Nearness of relation; kinship. Affinity of nature; similarity. Nearness in time.)

4. Swagger

5. Bikini

6. Hawaii

7. Waves

8. Sempiternal (everlasting, eternal)

9. Surf

10. Nene (a barred, gray-brown wild goose, state bird of Hawaii)

11. Driftwood

12. Orange

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 eyes lock upon your swagger. The bliss of Hawaii as glamorous as the tiny bikini clung to your hips. The draw is the sea, sung by waves, sempiternal ever escalating within the ear. The distant Nene clutch the orange rays of sunset to their song. I trip over driftwood as I take in the scene in.

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.

Kickball Incident

Week 181

1. Incident

2. Lend

3. Forgettery ((n.) a faculty or facility for forgetting; faulty memory)

4. External

5. Mesh

6. Demagogue ((n.) a person, especially an orator or political leader, who gains power and popularity by arousing the emotions, passions, and prejudices of the people.)

7. Hell

8. Fling

9. Effect

10. June

11. Decapitate

12. I can’t see the last word if you can let me know otherwise we will go with Pop

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 can you tell me of this…… incident? It seems as if you were hell bent on decapitating someone.” Randy uses his newly found demagogue voice, fitting of the effect of his team leader position.

“Dude, we were flinging the kick balls in that external mesh cage. A few bounced out.” I try lending reason to the conversation.

“Forgettery? Do you not know safety rules at Wally World?” Randy stands with both hands firmly planted on his hips. “It’s not June! It’s the Christmas rush…people are everywhere.”

I ponder my need for seasonal employment.

Randy turns away.

I can’t resist picking up one of the offending kickballs. I throw it and watch smiling as it pops him on the back of the head.

First Line Friday – An Ill Wind

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The autumn chill descended over the town and with it came rot and ruin. October’s breath plays in the streets. Dense blanket of fog keep the Sun at bay. Breezes swirl but lift nothing but a few leaves. The stiffling scent of certainly wasn’t moving away.

The Almira dogs stop their incessant howling. Sounds fail as silence takes a bite from the hustle and bustle of Suburbia. Wood creaks,slightly muffed like under a rug. Two mutts slowly back away from the fence made of chicken wire and old beams. Wood crumbles. Wire rusts through instantly. Tentatively they take their last steps.

Trees sway above. The fog moves a little further. The stench lingers. Upon the next house, another life falls.

The Devil May Care

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Written as part of a challenge, details below

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/03/writing-prompt-june-19-2016-its-in-the-details/comment-page-1/#comment-12919

There’s an inch.  Under the skin.  Deep.  Primal.  Consequences, meaningless.  Urges sweat out details.   Impulses.  Erratic behaviors, the real spice of life.

Harum-scarum.  I never knew my own name.   I knew my calling card.   I knew my path.   It burnt on path with two edges.  The heart knows why the mind runs slow.   Caution is brakes on lightenment.  Taste of fruit left on the vine is far too tempting. 

My mind finds its query.  Thought is the enemy of desire.  Reactions quick and decisive.  Even in flames. The attitude feeds the fragmented soul.  My ever present friend helps me out from the inside.

Cerberus – Tale Weaver #35

Tale Weaver# 35 – The Wicked Witch and her Animal Companion

Image: © Rose’s Garden

This week we incorporate the Fairy Tale into the Tale Weaver.

Weave a tale about the wicked witch and her animal companion.

It could be a dog, a bird, a cat in fact any animal that becomes her companion.

Here is a link to the first wicked witch prompt.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/08/06/tale-weaver-25-when-the-wicked-witch-visits/

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Please TAG your post: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Tale Weaver. Add your link to the MLMM image mr.linky. In case the tale weaver gremlins are at work, please link back to this post, as well.

It was a wonderfully cold day.   People’s breathe freeze s as it came out.   The grass crackles underfoot.  October was the season of the witch.  The wicked witch, at least.

The Sun hung on the air.   The air wouldn’t budge.  Locked in place by the cold.   Her heart didn’t beat as it froze when her last companions were taken away.   OZ, their silly rules about how many flying monkeys per square foot in a castle.  It wasn’t fair.   But she had turned the first dozen inspectors into toads.   Then they tazered her.

Now, things would be different.   She went over the rainbow.   A little foundation to cover the green.  No-one knew her.   The first animal shelter had a dog that just wouldn’t behave.   It’s nature was bad.   They called him evil.   The devil dog.   He was prefect.

She worked with his obedience classes.   That whip tail perfectly used to break things, slap the fleshy leg of people.  His scent rewarded to taste into lion meat.   All metal objects were to be destroyed when they move.   Beds self made from fang torn straw.   Feasts of tiny little dogs.   He was ready for her castle.

The first morning he is tied out came the cold.   It stayed. It lingered.   She loved it.   Her and her little dog too!  Cerberus.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerberus