Written for MLMM Monday Wordle #455.
Our twelve prompt words are shown below.
Here’s where they took me. Thanks, Di!
Category: Wordle
Playing By The Numbers: A Dirk Malone Story
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #735. Our host is
Brenda Warren and these are our prompt words: hook,
sway, hearts, strip, chain, dizzy, sweep, you, stick, swell,
steam, and shock. Here’s where the prompts took me.
The Thursday Shift
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle #454.
Our twelve prompt words are shown below.
Here’s where they took me. Thanks, Di!
balance, try, flat, beauty, understand, hope,
give, peace, happy, thought, dedicate, and share
Santa’s Big Blunder
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle #453.
Our twelve prompt words are shown below.
Here’s where the prompts took me. Thanks, Di!
Shopper’s Lament
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle #452.
Our prompt words are: forget, reminder,
busy, time, passing, late, missed, find, out,
store, revolve, and schedule. Thanks, Di!
Here’s where the prompt words took me.
Broken Promises
Written for MLMM Monday Wordle #451.
Our prompt words this week are: banish,
sad, guilty, weak, push, cute, way, cheeky,
sweet, furry, trick, and battle. Thanks, Di!
Here’s where the prompt words took me.
The Family Way
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #732. Our
host is Brenda Warren and these are our words:
greed, tragedy, despair, presence, walk, calm,
strings, earth, all, spirit, vibrating, and heart.
Here’s where the prompt words took me.
A Fading Echo
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #731. Our
host is Brenda Warren and these are our words:
rooted, years, footsteps, creaks, look, stir,
hour, loop, clock, echo, before, and slips.
Here’s where the prompts took me.
Wordle: Shadow Man
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle 665
where we are to turn the word salad shown below
into a story or poem. Here is my story.
SHADOW MAN
It was a sense rather than actually seeing … his unmistakable silhouette inching closer to the back of my room. I used to have dreams where I would find myself stuck in a deep well and I would call out to anyone up on the surface for help. He would run to the well and drop a rope over the edge. I would climb up, elated to be rescued! My windswept hair was in a tangle and I reached out to pull him closer, to have him take me into his arms and trail warm kisses down my neck … but he was only a shadow and not a real man. I would awaken, saddened by the thought that my dreams would never come true. But tonight, as I recline on my bed tracing sketches of him on the sheet with my finger, I feel his presence in flesh and blood; I am eager to embrace my mysterious shadow man.
NAR©2024
This is “Golden Years” by David Bowie
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephant’s Trunk and The Rhythm Section and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 