Wordle #457


The graduate strode confidently across the podium, careful to concentrate on her walk, not one misstep in those high heels. She reeked of true elegance, no denying it: a class act, that one. 

I began to inflate the cushion. One last breath out, and it was ready to go. The Pranksters Extraordinaire Club would soon sing my praises. I had as good as won the bet to fly around the world. My eye had been on this prize trip for a long time.

Princess smiled at me and sat down. The phony fart blasted loudly. I smiled; she died. Delicious!

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Reblog – Gradations of reality by Sadje

Sadje shares multiple truths in this piece. Enjoy! 🙂

Keep it alive

Argue all you want, you cannot argue against reality

There are shades and hues of it, all true

Sometimes there is a preview available, but often

It strikes us unaware and catches us unprepared

If we mistake one angle of the story for absolute truth

We often lose our focus away from the real picture

The gradations of real life have to be watched as a whole

My world needs me to be aware of every nuance

The danger of living in the valley of make-believe

Can take me away from the advantage point

Ending up as a loser instead of being on the top

In response to the following prompts;




Argue, Danger, Mistake



Discover prompt;


Word of the day Challenge;


Tuesday Writing Prompt;

My world







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The Chieftain


Mike Martin had a reputation for being a hard boss. Not just your run-of-the-mill difficult but the exceptionally prickish kind. The people who worked for him took a lot of abuse – along with condescension, irrational demands, and a gross amount of unwillingness to compromise.

Quitting him meant you wore a badge of honor and ended up in the “I survived Mike Martin” Club! No more taking his shit, and your life would return to sanity once more.

Hurray! He just lost another employee. Poor unable-to-take-no-for-an answer Mike, pretty soon he’ll be an empire of one fending for himself.


Freya Pickard




dark-lit seas
measuring infinity’s length
traversing star held territory;


wrapped up in velvet darkness
bright stars blinking past


sharp solar light flares
slants between blue, wooded worlds;
distant universe


the wideness of stars
agoraphobia chokes
no central anchor


world – keep moving



Freya Pickard is the Author of The Kaerling series, an epic fantasy set in the world of Nirunen. She writes mainly fantasy tales, with some poetry thrown in. She has published 13 e-books and 6 paperbacks and finds her inspiration in the ocean, beautifully written books, and vinyl music. You can find her poetry at Pure Haiku.





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Reblog – Between us both we made it whole by Candice Louisa Daquin

This is one of my favorites of my dear friend, Candice! Here’s to it gripping you to your core. 🙂



Lean in, listen, I will only say it once

the shame, prevents a repeat

I must learn, not to be the person I have

my love, I’m not the girl you think I am

I don’t know where she went

I just stepped out for a moment & everything was gone

she might have gotten old, lost her way

that’s what happened when you keep

getting in the way of yourself

i’ve been waiting years for the sun to rise

remember how I used to be such a good dancer?

it was the tempo we inherited in each others grace

we turned like sundials who responded to moonlight

it hurts to think of those times

your hands entwined in mine like forest branches

creating crowns from winter flowers

piano keys winding down, ebony and ivory shivering

as opposites tripping velvet usher of hope

connection is such a rare place to…

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Wordle #456


Water droplets on the goblet trickled elegantly down the sand-etched Lady Liberty logo. There’s that word again—one spoken so often nowadays. Usually, by the ignorant, trigger happy, ready for the chance to kill something with their guns type people. Everyone else around doing the delicate dance of feeling frightened and acting normal when they meet them up close or see them approaching in the distance. Should we shy away or approach confidently? It’s a feeling of trying to breathe normally while feeling afraid, likely about to die. And why do they always try to make us feel like the loser?


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