Lost inside the storm,
#Relying on the needle's turn,
North, it's always true.
β‘ π§
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Lost inside the storm,
#Relying on the needle's turn,
North, it's always true.
β‘ π§
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #PoetrySky #ThreeLines #MicroPoem #Dependency #PoetryCommunity #MicroWriting
The Angels finished, and then hid themselves around the room.
David opened his mouth to call to Bebe.
Then Tau barked.
"Of course, Bebe knows why!" Bebe said proudly. "They're setting up for Tau's big surprise party!"
The Angels all looked at one another while David heaved a huge sigh. (3/3) #wss366
"That's right. Just until we get the decorations set up for his surprise party."
"Bebe will stand at the hatch and not him in!"
They continued working when they heard the buzzer go off at the hatch.
"No!" Bebe said. "Tau can't go in! Bebe has to make Tau wait!" (2/3) #wss366
relying on a watch
that is 100% accurate
twice a day
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"What was that?" Susan asked.
"I just needed it," Zsazsa said.
"Alright. That's fine. I can just get another," Susan said. "Have you seen Booboo?"
"She's a little⦠tied up at the moment," Zsazsa said.
Susan heard the whimpering sound again. Shaking her head, she went back downstairs. (3/3) #wss366
Susan went upstairs and knocked at Zsazsa's door.
"Yes?" a voice called from inside.
"Did you take one of my chiles?"
There was a long pause.
"Yes?"
"What did you need it for?"
"Nothing," Zsazsa said at the same time as there was a quiet, incoherent whimpering from behind the door. (2/3) #wss366
Susan laid out ingredients for a recipe for the next Butter Angels show. She stepped away, but when she came back, one of the hot peppers was missing.
"Did you see what happened to my pepper?" she asked Ruhrow.
"I saw Zsazsa in there a minute ago. Maybe she needed it for something?" (1/3) #wss366
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Redcoats line that forest road -
No escape tonight.
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#Chop-chop goes the knife,
Quickly, bag that pale, grand prize,
Sirens in the distance.
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dull axe β
more science
on the chopping block
pork chops and applesauce β
the things a Boomer remembers
Lambda licked her chops and ruffed again.
"Alright, already!" Totemo said. "Scratch that. I'll get the porterhouse. Rare."
The waiter looked at Lambda.
"And for you, miss?"
Lambda barked.
"Got it," he said. "Two porterhouses, one rare and one raw." (2/2) #wss366
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He took a puff from his cigarette and inspected the lighter himself.
"Probably not," he admitted. "Silas was a great liar. But he was also a great storyteller. And what would life be without great stories?"
"What, indeed!" Brunhilde agreed. (4/4) #wss366