Wordle #482

The slit in her dress made me want to trace down it with my finger—the exotic print and her lovely figure so inviting. Her angelic face and demeanor hinted as much as the edge of my sinewy flesh brushed along the white lace of her evening wear. I began to listen to her softly sighing in the still room as her back started to arch. Our bodies are drawn into an infinite embrace. Wild, feverish fumblings in that moment hastily demanded a connection, one with an intense pitch.

Her husband’s insistent knock on the bathroom door sadly interrupted our desires.

Wordle #481

As a family, our country is a winning teampassing on what we owe to our future. When we actively choose to seek progress for the cities and the rural lands, it is for the good of our soul and others’ lives. Let us become the compassionate ones, the kinder ones. Let us choose to foster growth—giving back power to those deserving of it. May an act or two or ten thousand of kindness and justice bring joy and betterment to those who require it and who have earned it from the suffering endured.

May we all feel at peace.

The Tomb

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Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #53 & VJ’s Weekly Challenge #118 – Frost

There was a chill in the air, a steely eeriness half exposed by the flame on the torch. Each nerve ending in my body standing ready as an ethereal frost escaped my lips. I felt as though a scream would soon erupt from the depths of my being.

The flame flickered wildly as cold gusts of wind licked the back of my neck. I felt a presence.

“Who disturbs my domain?” The screech of the crypt keeper assaulted me unexpectedly. I lost control of my senses, my bladder too.

Thank goodness it was dark and I was wearing black pants. 

#Whatdoyousee

Wordle #477

Dennis made a grim discovery. His eyes widened and remained unblinking, misting up, forcing a tear to dribble down his face. A heavy groan filled with pity and disgust escaped his lips. He knew he would simply acquiesce because he was now an accomplice to the horrific scene. Dennis wanted to bawl loudly, almost wailing his anguish, but instead, he forced himself to shrug off his intense feelings and silently lament his situation. He knew he couldn’t ruffle the organization’s feathers if he made it known they butchered their enemies.

Inevitably, Dennis forced himself to inhale deeply to calm down.

Wordle #476

“This is a risk with the power on,” the captain said, visibly shaking.

“Look, we have a contract with Air Lingus, not you. This plane won’t make the flight on time otherwise.” 

“I highly doubt it will be a catastrophe; they can replace the jet,” the captain says calmly.”

“Yes, but they will strip me of my bonus. It’s not like you are going to die if you get on board the jet with the juice on.”

With his gaze cast down, continuing his work, the electrician looked like the victim of an assault. “This isn’t a crisis right now!”

Wordle #473

Like a scene right out of On Golden Pond, her face displayed joy, hearing the loon in the distance! She tried to flex her ear in the magical sound’s direction, her forehead developing a tense crease line as she strained to hear. The calls began to fade.

‘Le sigh,’ she uttered, gazing at the gardens in full bloom. She was glad to be present here. Thankfully, the job didn’t put a wrinkle in her plans.

With the moon her companion, seeing it reflect on the pond, she pondered how to overcome her sorrow. Time hadn’t given her near enough relief.

Wordle #472

You see, he has a unique ability to crinkle and turn my words into something which resembles a failure on my part. He only considers himself a delight with his sarcastic jokes until I call out his crappy shit. Then to complete the scenario, his jaw becomes clenched as he proceeds to scoff at what I say about him. Watch him as he begins to fold his arms like a big baby, try to flex and contort himself into being something better than he’s showing the world. Then shuts down like I’m the crazy one.

I see the real you.

Wordle #471

What was that scent? The elite’s entire vanguard made scrunched up strange faces too. 

There was a large serving platter of cornbread in the middle of the buffet! Glancing over at the chef, I watched his amused reaction.

“How could you, Pierre?” My accent thick, and my anger palpable. 

Smiling, he said calmly, “I’m on a personal journey, a power trip, I suppose.”  

I took a deep breath. “For the love of money, I swear I will send you to the moon! How dare you impact my chances with this crowd?”

I turned, a captive audience had gathered behind me.

Wordle #470

Fingers hanging in the water, trailing the flow as he rowed the boat. We stopped, and Jesse began to feed me grapes. He was such a flirt! He had arranged the boat trip before the coming big freeze. I do believe he was trying to forge a relationship with me or fill me with giddiness! Jesse was succeeding with the latter.

Suddenly, I jumped excitedly! Fish were biting on the fibers on the fringe of my shirt. Guess that will teach me to hang my arm in the water. With pole in hand, we proceeded to follow and finish them!

Reblog – Carotid Wine

She’d had enough.

His end was near, didn’t know it though. He was clueless.

Her knuckles tightened around the elegantly shaped wine glass. Instinct and rage fueled the glass crashing into the side of the table. Only one crescent-shaped shard fell away.

It was the perfect edge to damage a pulsing artery.

She gracefully, furiously, lunged for the side of his throat. His vital organ cut wide-open. A rhythmic stream began pumping out, gushing blood down and out over his body. With stunned horror, he gripped his throat to stop the bleeding.

She watched, fascinated, as he was dying.

Originally published on IWH May 20, 2018