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The Criminal Cruncher: A superhero story

Sparks were flying as the legendary superhero raced through the streets in his sports car turned criminal catcher. The Criminal Cruncher was a spontaneous hero who could often be seen rising in the sky with a ring encircling him like the planet Saturn. The heat’s high temperature, which was emitted from the Cruncher’s car was a far cry from the temperature of the sun but it could still melt a criminal, landing him incapacitated instead of incarcerated. The Criminal Cruncher knew his powers were like magic and were what would make the future possible for the civilians in the city, though dressed in his black garb he was more ominous than hopeful. Somehow the Cruncher knew he had to find a way to rekindle the hope of the people or all of his work would be for nothing.

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Wordle 508

by bwarren

The child rose from the grassy area under the tree where he had been admiring the card from his schoolmate. He had seen a form in the sky that surprised him as it looked like a dragon rising up into the sky. There were dark clouds that looked like fire coming from the ferocious beast. The poor child was scared by the sight and began breathing heavily as the effervescent being drifted closer to the tree. He closed his eyes as if his lids formed a safe border between him and the monster. When he opened them again the sky sparkled off tiny raindrops like the finery in his mother’s jewelry box. He finally felt safe.

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Wordle 507

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There once was a time
when I believed
that true love came
in a virtual box
enveloped by a full spectrum
of feelings
where you found yourself lost
unable to breathe
in a world
where time does not exist
but now I am torn
because I bear a bruise
that pushes me to tweak
the bit of my life
now bundled with hurt
unable to remain enclosed
in a beam of your light
seeking the bandages
of your love.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 506

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The Message

She looked out the window as the rain poured from the sky. The past few weeks had been a terrible drought so the rain was very welcome. She believed in God, a god, and felt that the rain coming down on a night like today was a symbol of courage, some sort of sign that God had been listening to them. She thought of the history of her hometown and how the people who lived here still believed in faith. Not a week had gone by, nor had any resident ever let an occasion slide by, without giving thanks for all they had. In the end, wasn’t it an onslaught of prayer and belief by the people who taught the younger generations the rights and wrongs of life here?

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The Sunday Whirl

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It’s a vicious mix of drink
No justice til you’re done
Say cheers to those who think
You’ll never be the one.

It settles in your gut
even when you sway and weave
You climb down off your shelf
you brush dust off your sleeve.

It’s a line of chain events
which tell you who’s the boss
stuck in a sticky web
you’re surely meant for loss.

So you send a friendly wave
and call to those nearby
In a month or two
They won’t remember you didn’t try.

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The Sunday Whirl: The Cat gets scared!

The Cat sat there waiting by the light of the moon

He wanted the kids here, he wanted them soon.

He thought he saw something shine up in his eye

He heard something breathing, he heard something sigh.

From around a sharp corner a thing did appear

The cat heard a bark. He didn’t want to show fear.

It was almost the morning, time to look for the sound

It wasn’t a mean dog, not even a hound.

It was the kids for the Cat, they were playing a trick

Feeling no divine intervention, the Cat he felt sick.

The kids felt real sorry for scaring their buddy

Pasting on a fake smile even though feeling cruddy.

The Cat gasped real loud when he saw the kids cry

He thought they should open their minds and should try

To follow the Cat’s lead to have fun for the time

Just having fun and laughing isn’t a crime

So they went on together to enjoying their day

The kids and the Cat had games they would play.

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The Cat Plays Teacher

The Cat in the Hat was a master of stories
he knew what to tell the small kids.
He talked of a wall taller than a great giant
and how grownups just did what they did.

The black of his fur was incredibly soft
so the children would snuggle up close
Holding a hand or maybe his tail
Not knowing what it means to impose.

The Cat didn’t care that the kids wanted cuddles
as long as he sat ‘gainst the wall
He had a long night and awfully long morning
and didn’t want to risk that he’d fall.

He thought he could buy some good silver tape
and tape himself up straight and nice
Then after he read a few stories to them
would give them some valuable advice.

He’d tell both the kids that they shouldn’t forget
that bedtime is good for your brain
and he’d throw in a reason or two, maybe three
’bout how no sleep can make you insane.

The Cat would continue to tell both the kids
that a narrow path needs to expand
and leading a search or archeology dig
is like leading a great big brass band.

He’d give them both tips that were equally good
to impress both their parents with how
He looked like a cat but was so super smart
And that was the Cat’s cue to bow.

He’d thank the small kids and both of their folks
and leave without leaving a mess
Dad would be getting his slippers and cozy bathrobe
while Mom just stood in her dress.

The kids said goodnight and said all their prayers
to show their folks that they behaved
Then they snuck to the window to make sure the cat
turned around and remembered to wave.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 483

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Nonsense

When I listen to the wind
I hear sounds from my home
sounds so soft and tender
like big bubbles upon new foam.

The gratitude I hear right now
helps feed my hungry mind
there is no simple frill or vibe
no, nothing of that kind.

And so I lay upon my bed
of silver sheets and spread
while all the sounds around me
flow softly through my head.

And when I find my road is done
I will not mince a word
I finally put my finger on it
My family says I’m absurd.

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The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 482

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Being Creative

I took the fabric and made a slit
I tried to trace the design that fit

I printed the face right on the back
I didn’t want the crease to make a crack

I sewed on the lace to edge the sleeve
I tried tiptoeing softly as I started to leave

I still have my ideas of what to make
An infinite number of ideas at stake

I try to embrace those feelings I know
And complete my project before I go.

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Wordle 481

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Family, team, passing, owe, progress, rural, soul, back, power, act, joy, those

My Family

Welcome to my family
a family of fine friends
we are like a football team
where the game-play never ends.

We spend our time together
passing things we like along
we owe it ourselves right now
to show that we are all strong.

Progress that my family makes
is not a rural thing
its like a sort of city scape
with soul and lots of bling.

We have each others backs now
so empty power doesn’t win
the act of being like a team
brings joys to us within.

To those of you who understand
then welcome to my home
If you think that I am strange
Find a new place you can roam.

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