I began to pour the whiskey; the drought detrimentally hits my psyche. My melancholy was a symbol of how low things had gotten.
Yet, the history of farming has shown us we could still get a sign that things would get better; maybe we will eventually have a week of rain where our crops would thrive, and we could slide into the red with our harvest. Our human rights end as we want to experience them, end with the constant onslaught of a tested life, bringing hardship to the people. Thankfully, the government helps us during these crises with subsidies.
Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #506
The incoming ethereal sounds almost felt like a game of pings bouncing off my glass psyche; I assumed it was playing tricks on me. With my stick in hand, each carefully laid tap on the ground produced reverberations that began to overshadow my conscious reality.
Oh, oh, my sugar must be getting low, was the last thought to myself which made any sense. The insulin shock to my system was giving wicked shots to my brain but numbing me nonetheless. I didn’t even feel the rock splitting open my head as the fleeting thoughts of reality bounded around my skull.
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix
My husband needed help in the pasture; graciously, I offered to lend a hand. There was a massive heap of cow shit needing mucking from the stall.
I thought I forgot my wedding ring. Nope, it had fallen off. Disgusted, I slowly began to dip my hand into the pile.
Yep, it’s the beginning of the month and I know that you were expecting a new tale. But I’m sorry, I must disappoint you, readers. Last week, I mentioned KDPs latest project – Kindle Vella, and I have decided to try my hand on this platform. All my future stories will debut there instead of this blog. I do hope you’ll consider supporting me in this new way, though!
As soon as I know, you’ll know when the program is LIVE!
Thanks for your continued love and support of my imagination!
There was a bounty on my disheveled head, and time was running out. Oh, to be back in college for the chase of knowledge instead, where placing parenthetical citations after each quote in essays was the most exciting experience of the day. Odds were I’d not live to see tomorrow, my escapades exposed and open for the world to see. His men would come for me despite this torrential rain. Shivering, with only a lit candle wick for warmth and light, the grounds beneath my feet shook—thunder unleashing havoc overhead.
I so wished I’d never gotten involved with the cartel.
Anyone who can’t have fun in Florida, well, something is wrong with them. Fun-loving girls and boys galore on Spring Break makes it an adventure! Cliques immediately spring up and unify at the beach and hotel pools.
Drama eventually unfolds, the police arrive, people lie hard, and some even run home to their mommas. The news which broke out in the middle of the day recently, a scandal, one could say, was unexpected though. No one, for a second, could believe it.
Apparently, one particular group from the Northeast used a spray tan before coming down to the sunny state.
We had to contain the risk of this getting out, or we faced a public catastrophe, like the psychic predicted would happen in her premonition. Silently and solemnly, the officers took their places behind the crime scene tape when the forensic team arrived.
The LAPD had seen several cases of torture previously, but none had created such widespread panic. A quick scan of all the officer’s faces told the Captain there would be no peace until they had apprehended this killer.
Forensics checked for traces of DNA on the remains, hoping for biological stories about the perp. There were none.
The auger pushed deeper into the dirt, and we watched as the workers lamented the sweat pouring off their bodies. With each swirling grind into the earth’s thickness, it was as if the gods were moaning. Deep rumbling sounds escaped while the darkness of the skies emerged—the signs of augur all around us, even as the women blessed the ground.
We watched as the women lay more offerings down on the ground near the workers. One beautiful young girl took off her lei and put it on the big digger, praying for protection.
Right then, red, hot lava spewed out.
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Saturday Mix