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FIRE

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Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem (this is a tough one!)  The words can appear in an alternate form.  Use the words in any order that you like.

bastard, glimpse, rubble, trickle, bonfires, wallow, supplicant, tenacious, pique, bulge, circumspect, and liminal (relating to a traditional or initial state of a process, occuring a position, or both sides of, a boundary or threshold)

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THE FIRE

The facts begun to trickle in regarding last week’s fire.

The man  hurt is a keen and circumspect fireman, but he misjudged how quickly the bulge of rubble could turn into a huge bonfire.  Now, he is in critical condition and he hangs suspended in a liminal space between life and death.

I got a glimpse of the man responsible for the fire.  The bastard is actually a supplicant in the process of obtaining employment at the fire station.  However, he sits in jail now wallowing in his own self-pity.

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DISPOSAL CLUB

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Wordle #67 “June 29, 2015″

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1. Cantillate (to chant; intone)

2. Haul

3. Bazaar

4. Purloin (to steal)

5. Foreboding

6. Junk

7. Dwindle

8. Rendezvous

9. Incinerate

10. Fistula (Pathology. a narrow passage or duct formed by disease or injury, as oneleading from an abscess to a free surface, or from one cavity to another. Surgery. anopening made into a hollow organ, as the bladder or eyeball, for drainage.)

11. Gorge

12. Diameter

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.

DISPOSAL CLUB

The yearly Disposal Club was scheduled to start late in the day.

We went to the bazaar to purloin some junk.  The section we were at was dark and foreboding. The diameter of the object we chose was difficult to haul away. We could not let our time dwindle away because we needed to incinerate it in the gorge where the rendezvous would take place. It would soon be dark and that made it more effective to cantillate when we presented our most prized sacrificial object for the year.

 

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