Adventure

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Inspired by BrewNSpew Cafe 8/12/19 Word Challenge

We were so grateful the sun finally began dipping behind the mountain range. The heat dissipated some even though it cast a hazy, burnt atmosphere around us. The clouds above us spread out an undulating, wavy pattern. Wrestling coyotes, wrangling with wild horses, evading snakes – what a daymare this had been!

As we lay on the riverbank, after escaping all those perils, we realized what a predicament this had become. Exhaustion was quickly setting in alongside the fear. Making matters even worse; all our gear and supplies had floated away. The situation had become life or death. What a nightmare.

Wordle #145

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Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Stinking supervisor, have to work second shift again. It’s like he has a grudge against me or something. And the recently posted schedule has me working the upcoming holiday too. Hogwash! I need some time off, damn it!

I could see the feral cat in the yard on the surveillance camera. Its tail gave a little wiggle as if to say hi. Feeling a tinge of homesickness, the separation from my kitty made me wish he were here now. Might have to sneak him in if these shifts continue. But my damn supervisor would probably be rigid and enforce the No Pets rule. I hate my job.

Ugh, I felt ill all of a sudden. Chills passed through my body, and I felt my bile gurgling up as nausea set in. I became light-headed and wobbly standing on my wedge heels. And then I purged, all over myself. As soon as the last bit had come up, I went to wash myself off.

I think my body is trying to tell me something.

 

 

Wordle #415

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

The spray tan had transferred to the wrap I was wearing. It had stained the material right below the scar on my chest where I had tied it. Oh well. Regardless, I still shimmy just fine as I turn the corner, walking sexy-like towards the lift.

I decided to call my mother at dawn. She had a fit when I told her about the stain. Hope she doesn’t try to choke me when I get home. She was evil like that. I call her a sham mom because real moms wouldn’t shell out beatings on their kids as she does.

Origins

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May I be conscious in the Multi-verse of my choice.

Cedric could see the desperation in Patrick’s eyes. He seemed visibly scared.

“I’ve gotta get out of here before he finds me! I’m sorry, Cedric, but I’m leaving now. Take care. 1995 awaits me.” Cedric’s brow arched.

“Patrick, you do realize time-travel isn’t possible?” whispered Cedric.

“Who said anything about time-travel? I go where it’s easiest to deal.”

Patrick became woke in body #2590. He and Cedric are eating ice cream at their favorite spot – Hanks – in Conneaut Lake, PA. All smiles as tongues lapped large vanilla custards nestled in sugar cones.

This was certainly a better day.

The Healer

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I needed my fix. The streets, crowded as ever, hummed of the usual pace of shuffling humans. Their faces gray and nondescript, matching the concrete of the city streets and buildings. I turned and crossed the street towards Central Park, hastening my stride.

“Ah, some green,” I uttered to myself as I approached the well-kept parcels of grass on either side of the walking paths. Even the air quality whooshed into my lungs more decently than breathing in a couple of blocks back. I was almost there.

“You wouldn’t believe my day!” I shouted when I spied my Zen buddy.