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Wordle #432

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The Sunday Whirl

I stood right in the middle of it, shaking visibly. There was no hope of escaping the anger emanating from this rally. The hate was palpable. One side wanted his reign to continue; the other wanted him to resign. All the while, he continues to divide us further. Villain or just a genius disguise as he throws shade on those most vulnerable? How can they not see he is such a charlatan? I watched each side form a human chain to protect those behind them. Which one will shoot first?

Shame! Gang mentality is a stain on our country today.

Wordle #429

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

The true thick brew tastes salty. It needs more milk and caramel. Sipping this concoction, I begin wondering about these millennials like the college-educated barista behind the counter. As individuals, I’d say they are responding to the current climate as expected, and I even think appropriately. I’d do the same, and I’m a boomer. They come away resembling a champ in my book. I like spunk. Give those boomers their marching orders, I say! The younger generation has rights too, you know!

I hand the barista my business card. “Luscious drink, tiger!” I said with a wink.

Wordle #428

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

I nervously held my employee card up against the cover of the time clock, waiting for it to scan. Each passing second was fraught with intense silence. I knew this situation could get ugly if I didn’t get in quickly to manage the crisis. The company might launch a probe or, worse, schedule a hearing hoping to uncover any lies. It would be a foolish attempt to sully my reputation, probably forcing me to resign. I wonder if they saw the look of disgust on my face in the security video as I continued to wait for the buzz-in. 

Beep.

Wordle #427

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

“Let’s ask the team who came up with the design for the light probe to conduct the experiment, shall we?” Kurt said as he motioned with his hands towards the salt solution. The dime immersed inside had a nice shine to it as we all gazed over towards the glass beaker. “As you struggle to identify on which side you should chime in on, as a student or scientist, please remember this evidence is part of an ongoing crime scene investigation, not just valuable practice and research for your education. DO NOT contaminate anything with your grubby, inexperienced little hands!

Wordle #426

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Inspired by The Sunday Whirl

Barbara began to laugh. “You will rue the day you put me through this sham of a marriage!” She vowed to send this shallow shell of a man, this dense idiot packing. Barbara was about to spiral out of control but felt a robust icy draft behind her. She turned and immediately felt the wind cutting into her eyes something fierce. The rage turned to tears as she turned around again to sop them up. You’d think this would have been a signal to Mr. Numbnuts to do something sincere, but no. He just kept drinking his craft beer. Dumbass.

Damn Ghosts

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Inspired by BrewNSpew Cafe Weekly Prompt 10/14/19 – Supernatural

 

Samantha died on April 26, 2019. It was shocking to her family and friends. She hadn’t even been ill, seriously or otherwise. The coroner ruled it was natural causes. His department had run all kinds of tests to rule out foul play. Nothing was remotely shady. Samantha just expired. That seemed odd for she was only 25 years old. He obviously couldn’t figure out exactly why she had died. Amateur.

And then her supernatural apparition appeared to me.

How on earth did Samantha know that I would find the one thing that would kill her and not leave any clues?

Unbalanced

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There is bliss found in your open and welcoming arms.
It is possible this fairy tale is not a lie.
Time will tell, giving up your secrets, showing the truth.
The first crack in this loving picture makes an appearance.
Another blow delivered to the illusion of perfection in matrimony.
I’m tired of your strengthening love making me feel weak.
My building annoyance and your anger force a petty showdown.
Geez, here we go again, “another one bites the dust!”
Story of my life – first happy, then angry, now sad.
Time to pick up the pieces and find some balance.

 

Thanks for the inspiration, Von!

Wordle #423

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl

“What a stroke of luck,” spying my keys and finding a stamp too! I easily bent down to retrieve them, but my knees made me grunt and wail straightening up. The pain shot up quickly until I was level again. I held on tight to the side rail on the back stairs. Then a flash of fear coursed through my body, adding to my phobia of going down staircases. I pressed on, regardless. I couldn’t keep my waiting fans in the wind outside. The applause of the mass awaiting me overruled any fears.

I am a star, after all.

Wordle #421

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Inspired by Sunday Whirl

I saw smoke in the mirror and the electric stage in the back watching the people sway to the beat on the dance floor. Some might come to a clash what with all the elbowing going on in that tight group. My sexy waiter removed the cork, very sensual-like against the jazz sounds coming from the band. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. This jive turkey flashed a big grin, thinking he could pluck me away. I decided to empower or at least encourage him by flashing back my big fake grin. 

Then I gave him the finger.

With You Upon Awakening

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Carly wrapped up in my arms, breathing out delicate but lusty sweetness in my direction. Silk sheets aiding in the luxuriousness we were both feeling. We sidle up close and slide up and down one another as we are reaching out to touch all the magical wetness of forbidden areas.

Suddenly, Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house. It’s gloomy while it’s steamy hot; we’re trapped but not.

I won’t choose just one. I want them both and not only in my dreams.