Wordle # 118


1. Antlers

2. Evil

3. Evasive

4. Residual

5. Barkeep

6. Struggle

7. Dahlia (a type of flower, can also be a name)

8. Transfuse

9. Methuselah (a patriarch who lived 969 years. Gen. 5:27. an extremely old man. a very large wine bottle holding 6½ quarts (6 liters).

10. Pluck

11. Presentiment (a feeling or impression that something is about to happen, especially something evil; foreboding.)

12. Fourth Rule (There’s an exception to every rule.)

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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Dahlia was such a lovely name at least that’s what her mother thought.

But as Dahlia begun to grow up the more evil she became.

To little jokes or pranks you thought were cute at five but,at fifteen she was out of control.

The struggle to raise such a girl was hard on her mother.

Every time you turned around she had antlers on her head showing you  who she truly was.

She had accepted the darkness in her life longtime ago and the need for being bad flowed through her veins everyday.

The evil inside her was Methuselah and Methuselah felt like it was someone who was years beyond her age.

Her mother had a Presentiment moment that lead her to take an evasive action to help get rid of the evil inside her daughter.

Her mother searched high and low for her but could not find Dahlia.

Who was busy across town at a low-key bar hanging with her barkeep friend, enjoying drink after drink.

Until the drinks started to leave a nasty residual in her month, so she asked for water and so sobered up.

As Dahlia walked to her car, she begun to feel like someone was watching her in the darkness of the night.

So many shadows to hide in until they could pluck her off the street.

So she picked up her pace and just as she got to her car, she froze as a hand reached out and plucked the evil right out of her.

Soon the sunrises and Dahlia was never the same.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes


Wordle # 118