1. Elderberry
2. Climate
3. Atrabilious (gloomy; morose; melancholy; morbid.irritable; bad-tempered; splenetic.)
4.License
5. Singe
6. Dream
7. Obstruct
8. Cerise (moderate to deep red)
9. Fugitive
10. Hesitation
11. Random
12.Length
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
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I know that most of the participants at this point write poetry for the prompts and probably aren’t interested in prose, but in case you want to see it, I created a new chapter for Fetch based on this prompt at peppersfetch dot blogspot dot com
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Can you send me the link I would love too! Every style is welcome XD
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oh this was fun and fitted well the inclement weather we are having here – happy summer solstice!
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Thank you, you too! We have temperamental weather it is nice now but the rain will be back again soon
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[…] My hesitations imbue me like a dream, the mythical fugitive-atrabilious. I am a tenement singed by a foreign climate and fingers steeped in elderberry wine. I have known only the obstructions random and superfluous. I follow your gaze, the terrible lengths, the proverbial extractions and I wonder if I too possess a certain gravity, a gravity that incites shadows instead of men, a license to surrender and in surrendering, be. – I fumble with a tube of mascara, blackening the elemental eye with its translucent cliches. I paint my lips cerise- a crude and uninspired Bacchanalia- my face flounders from sight. I prefer puddles, to oceans laboriously deep, cheap mondegreen cocktails to bald-faced tonics. I want to be loved to feel my heart heaving until all the blood has gone from my body. I chase silverfish from a stack of old books vetted like cadavers I reach inside those weeping sheaths rancid with misfortune and pull with all my might. – For https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/13/wordle-113-june-13th-2016/ and https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/20/wordle-114-june-20th-2016/ […]
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