Wordle #199

Wordle 199

1. Floorboards
2. Creep
3. Morose
4. Stain
5. Dip
6. Saw
7. Singularity
8. Knight
9. Neck
10. Soar
11. Yo-yo
12. Claw

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Evil Knight

As I creep down the dark hallway, I pray the floorboards do not creek and give my location away. When I first saw the knight enter the great hallway, my first reaction was to dip into a crevice to keep myself hidden. I have heard that His Lord is morose and will try to break the neck of anyone who mistreats him. He solely believes in singularity, with his own self being the center of the universe.  

My feelings go back and forth like a yo-yo on a string. Do I present myself and take the consequences or do I remain hidden? My thoughts are soaring, and I feel like my heart is trying to claw its way out of my body. The deep stain of all the woodwork helps me remain unseen while I decide what my options are.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle #198

Wordle 198

Rhathymia- carefree behavior; light-heartedness.
Future
Wipe
Black
Body
Twist
Here
Slump
Lust
Modelesque
Illustrate
Sway

Written for mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/wordle-198/

me, now

When I think about the future 

I often want to wipe out some memories 

Of days that were black 

Where my mind felt twisted 

Because I am here now 

My rhathymia has disappeared 

I feel like each day I am in a slump 

Modelsque for the grieving 

Unable to illustrate the depth of pain 

My body swaying with the waves 

Which have now defined my days

My lust is not sexual

My need for peace is my desire

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

MlMM Wordle 197

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Here are our words
Vox Populi- the voice of the people; popular opinion.
Asleep
Fade
Stumble
Reject
Field
Meteor
Eerie
Never
Blood Orange
Blame
Place

In poppy Fields

Under the light of the Blood Orange moon, she walked, although still asleep, into the open field of poppies. She did not stumble in this place, for she knew it well. If she were awake, it would seem so eerie, but she never fully woke up.  

The villagers blamed the girl for the meteor that fell from the sky, landing in this place of Opium and dreams. Their vox populi was that of rejection and would surely take its toll on her fragility as their hatred could not fade.   

  • ©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Wordle #195

Written for mindlovemiserysmenagerie: https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2020/06/24/wordle-195/

Wordle 195

Mom’s Birdbath

Betsy threw back the covers when she heard the bell. It was Lizzy’s bell on her bike. Lizzy was her best friend and had gotten a new ten-speed bike for her birthday. She insisted it still needed a bell, like a little kid’s bike. But Betsy was tired of laying here, so she welcomed the sound. 

Betsy was a pretty girl but born very fragile with many health issues. She tried to live as happily as she could, even though everything always hurt. It wasn’t just her joints though. She sometimes felt this burn underneath her skin that felt like fire. Despite her troubles, Betsy was sweet as sugar, with her golden curls and bright blue eyes.  

Before Betsy could get out the back door, she heard a crash.

“What in the world was that?” she asked aloud.

Swinging open the door she sees the Augean situation. Her best friend Lizzy had been trying to do a cartwheel in the front of the house but landed on mom’s bird bath instead.  

“Lizzy, what happened?” Betsy called out as she ran to Lizzy. 

Lizzy turned to look at Betsy. Lizzy furrowed her brow, at first wondering why Betsy looked so worried but then turned her attention back to her butt in the watery bath. Luckily Lizzy had risibility, making her laugh at her own carelessness. Betsy leaned over to give her best friend a hand to get up and out of the water. Both girls laughed and laughed.  

©2020 CBialczak Fiction

Fandango’s Friday Flashback

I posted this originally on January 26, 2020. I only went 6 months back because I haven’t hit the one year mark yet!

THE SUNDAY WHIRL: WORDLE 440

Jack’s Ring

From the top of the stone wall, Jack could see the crystal in the rock formation shimmering in the sunlight. The shining rock seemed to blink in the sun as the clouds moved slowly across the sky, blocking sunlight at small intervals. Jack could just imagine taking a piece of that crystal and mounting it on a beautiful gold ring for his soon to be fiancé.  

He started down the embankment, fixing his vision on the stone. Once he was able to chip off his portion, he would check to make sure it was clear enough and would still fit in the setting. He knew the tone of the gold would accent the gem and was sure Pam would love it.  

After leaving the jeweler, Jack headed toward the hotel’s lounge, knowing Pam was waiting for him. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Pam in her tight black dress and matching black pumps with the stiletto heels. He was so lucky to have this beautiful woman and was excited to ask her to take his hand in marriage.  

©2020 CBialczak

Time for Parole – Sunday Whirl: Wordle 445

Time for Parole

It wasn’t until yesterday that I thought about my brother. He had been in jail for the past eight years and no matter how many times he called to ask for a visit or for money, I couldn’t forget that he was a storyteller, someone who could not be trusted, someone who found excuses for all of the wrongs he has made. No matter how I have tried to separate my life from his, his mistakes continue to affect me like invasive parasites, like tendrils of a weed wanting to ruin a perfect lawn.  

So now I sit and read my letter, telling me that his time for parole was coming. I know I must be courageous and hold onto my values, not his. The heat I feel in my gut is the fear of what is to come. If he is to get out of jail, what chain of events is going to lead him to my door again?  

For today I will savor my drama-free life, loving the wee things that make me so happy, the first buds of spring, the chirping of the birds, and the smell of the spring rain. I will ignore that sly fox that is about to emerge from his den and enjoy my bit of freedom.  

©2020 CBialczak

Written for Sunday Whirl: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/02/29/wordle-445/

Learn to Relax

Written for MLMM Wordle #169 https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/13680591/posts/2601211837

If you need a winner 
Phronesis you shall need 
Blink just once 
Roll your eyes 
It’s different than greed. 

But if you want some silence 
Then shrink into your skin 
Bite your tongue 
Hold your hand 
Breath deep to begin.  

Think of only feathers 
light as cotton balls 
Find a source 
Hunker down 
Peace and quiet calls.  

parade of silence comes now 
to hoist you into peace 
Grab a pillow 
And a pad, 
A blanket made of fleece. 

If you think you need it 
Some smelly oil works 
to calm your mind 
cleanse your soul 
A few smells have some quirks. 

Does this idea baffle you? 
Make you wonder why 
various means 
different ways 
The best things you can try.  

So go ahead and try it 
there’s nothing you can lose 
close your eyes 
breathe real deep 
The worst you’ll do is snooze.  

©2020 CBialczak

The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 440

Jack’s Ring

From the top of the stone wall, Jack could see the crystal in the rock formation shimmering in the sunlight. The shining rock seemed to blink in the sun as the clouds moved slowly across the sky, blocking sunlight at small intervals. Jack could just imagine taking a piece of that crystal and mounting it on a beautiful gold ring for his soon to be fiancé.  

He started down the embankment, fixing his vision on the stone. Once he was able to chip off his portion, he would check to make sure it was clear enough and would still fit in the setting. He knew the tone of the gold would accent the gem and was sure Pam would love it.  

After leaving the jeweler, Jack headed toward the hotel’s lounge, knowing Pam was waiting for him. He could not believe his eyes when he saw Pam in her tight black dress and matching black pumps with the stiletto heels. He was so lucky to have this beautiful woman and was excited to ask her to take his hand in marriage.  

©2020 CBialczak

Wordle #164

Mythy’s Strawberry Patch

Once upon a time there was a woman who the townsfolk called a Mythomanepenned Mythy for short, as she was known for her outrageous stories. It was so well known that she even called herself Mythy. Well it was a new morning and Mythy knew she would have to spend the day picking the most perfect strawberries for her well-known jam. She would make a batch, load it in her wide wagon, and swivel through the busy streets selling her product.  

Mythy set out this morning to get her berries. She left the front door and started walking down the walkway, as if she were a model on a runway. She used the lightest steps, so as not to hurt any insects crawling along in their little clusters. Within moments Mythy was at her strawberry patch where the lightest strawberriesperfect in shape and size, grew. After a few hours of picking Mythy felt like her day had been cheated by busy work. Euchred, she sat down amongst her prize strawberries and cried. She knew she would never complete her jam today.  

©2020 CBialczak

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