Wordle #447

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Ping my phone, you damn flake! What’s the new plot twist?” Sarah yelled. “Le sigh, why do I always end up working with weirdos?” she wondered. Sarah grabbed the steering wheel hard and continued to mutter to herself as she pulled into the parking lot to meet with her boss. The press was already there. “I’ll need to tread lightly with them. Otherwise, the boss and I will have a fall-out.” Quickly she decided to turn around, making a break for it to avoid that possibility. “First, I’ll figure out how to phrase my response to avoid that from happening.”

 

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Wordle #446

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Blessings to you,” said the nun. I’d had enough; I decided to leave. Hearing the choir attempting to sing, me dealing with panic, and curled up in a ball on the floor of the church, well, it was time. There was a loud rip as I attempted to lift myself onto the pew. The nuns smiled awkwardly at the breathtaking view of my exposed lace bustier. Only one didn’t react. She seemed sick with a virus or was maybe just old and frail.        

Being as smooth as possible on my way out, I tossed a twenty into the offering box.

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Wordle #445

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Yesterday, just like today, the heat was oppressive. The sweat was seeping down my face like little tendrils of water. I made an effort to savor this popsicle, for now, knowing the chance to be able to ask for another would be a while. Eyeing the chain-link fence surrounding the jail, I was careful to conceal my sly wee smirk. This time tomorrow, I’ll be gone, I thought to myself.

“Hey, courageous storyteller, what’s this I hear you think you’re going to break out soon?” said the guard on duty with a broad grin on his face.

Damn. Someone snitched.

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Wordle #444

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With great effort, I held the brush like a tiny spear as I began to trace the design. One line after another laid down perfectly! My professor would be green with envy. I started to relish the compliments I would receive for my efforts. Chase my dreams, he said, and here I was doing it! I began to bite my lip to keep the excited child in me from emoting.

Oh, this gown will be so fine with Spider silk and embroidered lace! I’d say Oscar red carpet-worthy, this creation of mine! Wish I would be the one wearing it.

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Wordle #441

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I approached the station’s entrance sign with a token in hand. My mind whirlingI began to form a plan about what to do with Mother. But I became distracted and couldn’t help but gawk at the steamy mist across the street, wondering why there was yellow tape cordoning off the sidewalk. Slowly, I turned completely to face the scene. Oh my! There lay what looked like a chopped off arm in the doorway of the local bar. I watched the faces of those around me begin to cringe with disgust and fright. I imagined a rope doing the trick.

 

Wordle #440

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“Okay, start at the beginning,” said Detective Jones. “Where did you find this ring?”

“In the lounge,” saying it with a blink

Detective Jones proclaimed loudly, “Right, and I’m still the King of England!” He began to pump his fists agitatedly.

“Son, I do not need a crystal ball to predict what will happen here,” he said. “You’re acting like the lone wolf, but we know the fix you are in, so stop this stone-walling.”

“Officer, check the security tapes of the lounge. It happened just like I said. I saw a shimmer, then bent to pick up the ring.”

Wordle #439

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The Sunday Whirl

I looked slim in my new jeans. My swagger, like a wolf on the prowl, looking to get an itch scratched. Forget this chill social life — time to hit the club.

While walking, a loud hoot startled me right up against the building. An owl in the city? Strange, I thought as I detangled the brick stones ivy tendril from my arm.

The club was pulsing, and I was determined to remain here until the sun rose. I removed my cloak. Mr. Hunky locked eyes and yelled, “Merry New Year!” My chance for fun! I flew towards him. 

SCORE!!

Wordle #438

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Bored, I knotted the cloth strip into a bow. The music channel the cabbie was listening to was dull, but I guess “to each his own.” My taste was different, and it showed in my style.

I picked up the file on my client to burn time. “Annoying fly!” I uttered as I aimed for his butt. That’s when I noticed the window sign – PLEASE DO NOT KILL ANY LIVING THING. Thankfully, it continued to buzz around. I tried to disguise my anxiety as the driver swung around.

“How dare you swat at my Sugar Bell!” said the driver.

Wordle #437

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Amidst all this chaos, I felt hope. The accident meant Pop couldn’t hurt me anymore. Walking under the tree branches towards the hospital steps, I smiled. 

The hanging chart said he’d flat-lined once already; now, he’s comatose. Hopefully, he got his financial matters sorted out. Giving everyone their slice of the wealth pie won’t be easy in this family. I’ll need to stay to make sure it is all worked out. 

First, breakfast – a scrambled egg, and some coffee. How careless of me to neglect my needs. I guess I’m used to it being around takers all my life.

Wordle #436

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I have a story I’d like to tell. I made a promise to myself that I would survive. I grant you; it wasn’t easy. The only choice I had was to strip at the local men’s club after my boyfriend left me. I chose to trust him, but it was just a trap. Shame, though, because he checked all the boxes on my list. I know that doesn’t matter now. Sure would be great to wave a magic wand and change my sorry past. But I guess it’s good that I’m still here.

Thanks for listening and letting me share.