Securing the beast’s loyalty would be a momentous feat, she thought as she entered its lair, but weeks of ruminating over every detail wouldn’t matter if she couldn’t choke back her screams…
Welcome to Five Word Weekly. Each Monday, five words will magically appear on Greg’s Blog at 5:00am Eastern Time (Canada/United States). Your task is to craft prose or poetry using any or all of the word prompts. How you participate is entirely up to you. Your work(s) can be a single piece, a series of stand-alone projects, or an epic serial. Let the words be the inspiration that takes you wherever your imagination leads.
baton | anticipation | magic | marching | float
Click here for rules and guidelines“Alright big man, where’s the fatnip?” Fluffy meowed, jonesing for a Christmas morning ride on the roomba.
Mr. Whiskers looked on from atop the curio, his tail flicking back and forth as he watched her frantically scramble from stocking to stocking looking for the meowie wowwie.
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This wibbleweed nip-trippin’ was becoming a problematic stain on the family name plus she was getting too close to his c-nip stash, it was time for an intervention.
Marc eyed the empty spot, but parking enforcement circled like a vulture sensing his desperation, waiting to swoop in and take whatever remained the moment his broke-ass pulled in.
He’d spent his last two and a quarter to acquire the morning coffee needed to calm his anxiety and provide the jolt of courage he needed to survive a 10:00am job interview; none of which would matter in six minutes.
As he pulled around the block again he could feel his lips curl, as luck would have it the spot was still empty and the pesky meter maid was nowhere in sight.
His right side signals flashed as he pulled past the spot, slipped the stick to reverse and began working the vehicle into the vacant space.
He was forced to slam on the brakes as he watched a convoluted movie scene unfold in his rearview; another car barged into his spot, front-end first, no signals, and horn blaring into the morning air like a divine “fuck you” screaming at him from the heavens.
Marc stepped through the storefront door at 13 minutes past ten, his interrogator, the same monster in high heels who had jumped from the demon vehicle and flipped him the bird stood at the front counter tapping her clipboard in annoyance as she waited for him to arrive.
Welcome to Five Word Weekly. Each Monday, five words will magically appear on Greg’s Blog at 5:00am Eastern Time (Canada/United States). Your task is to craft prose or poetry using any or all of the word prompts. How you participate is entirely up to you. Your work(s) can be a single piece, a series of stand-alone projects, or an epic serial. Let the words be the inspiration that takes you wherever your imagination leads.
sandy | tertiary | intrepid | lightning | bus
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Her fingers stroked the rough-hewn thirteenth-century leather cover. Ancora had outdone herself, Lilith thought.
She flipped until the hand-bound pages fell to the spell she sought. A grin formed as she skimmed the incantation. Lilith wanted to recite it but the bookseller had warned of dangerous consequences. Forbidden to ask for assurances she would need to manipulate the beast into believing it offered to protect her freely. Revenge would have to wait.
“Hey girlfriend, u make it home last night?”
“I did, no thanks 2 u!”
“Yeah, we bailed. You’d run off with that guy anyway.”
Amalie had been down this road before. Her friends insisted she was going about finding someone the wrong way. She was beginning to concur with their sentiment. The guys were always long gone before she woke up.
“Another vampire drinking from your fountain and bolting before sunrise?”
But this time it was different…
“Nope, still here 😊 and OMG it was ❤️ when he suggested brunch! Gotta run bitches…”
The shop’s bell rang as Lilith entered, high on thoughts of exacting justice.
Ancora was accomplished, a bibliopole with access to ancient texts. Her services came with risks, but she’d track down an early edition of “Spells and Curses.”
Welcome to Five Word Weekly. Each Monday, five words will magically appear on Greg’s Blog at 5:00am Eastern Time (Canada/United States). Your task is to craft prose or poetry using any or all of the word prompts. How you participate is entirely up to you. Your work(s) can be a single piece, a series of stand-alone projects, or an epic serial. Let the words be the inspiration that takes you wherever your imagination leads.
carnivore | pretentious | slight | ship | blind
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Abigail’s students gathered along the escarpment edge.
“I can see my home,” one student said pointing.
“Everything below, including your home, was once at the bottom of a great inland sea,” Abigail replied. “This outcropping was one point along a thalassic shoreline, nine times longer than today’s remnant lakes combined.
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