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Missed word dump: booth, torch, canteen, mint

It was the height of summer when the leaves crackled against clear skies and the sun baked the freckles into your skin. You’d stay up past the warnings of the cabin counselors, slip out with a pack of hushing friends, steal from the canteen, paintbomb the really bitchy matron’s information booth, follow a winding trail through the leaning trees lighted by the sole torch that was remembered. You’d all stand in a circle and crack that one brand of mints, your teeth gnashing wide, so each of you could see the sparks bouncing in each others’ mouths.

Missed word: Wasteland

This wasteland is ours. Ours to pull as many donuts as we want in the emptied parking lot of the Grab N’ Go. Ours to fuss with a projector for an hour and then watch old movies, the four of us alone in a fantastically preserved theatre. We are the kings of the road, weaving in and around abandoned vehicles. There’s no one else, no threats really. We call out whatever the hell we want, our voices beating off the charred steel and towering shells of human achievement. The echoes are beautiful and make us feel less lonesome.

Missed word: Wrath

Warped metal, smoking fender, hair and skin melted into torn seats. The driver of the other car was sitting, unscathed, like a sick joke in the back of an ambulance. The EMT felt his blood boiling and wanted to wring the man’s neck. Beat his fists on the cracked asphalt. He was useless here.

Missed word: Mole

The mole had dominion over a score of holes and tunnels, three voles, a family of hamster refugees, numerous slimy earthworms, a gossipy nightcrawler (whose blind snout, or was it his rear?) got in to everything, and of course his lovely bride. A swallow, trapped beneath the soil and grass forever, and it was his charm and wit that continued to coax the sad but beautiful songs from her sweet throat.

Missed word: Curious

”Does it hurt?” she murmured as she pulled another stitch through. ”Being so damn curious?” Her patient grunted, his teeth set in a tight grimace. ”I was protecting you,” he said to the wall. She cut the stitching and gave him a knowing look. ”And… I was curious.” They both were. Curious about what lay beyond the wall. But only he was stupid enough to go over it. Alone.

Missed word: Vodka

Tug? Tug might be a drink, like milk and vodka, or something.

I’m insane, have a free Monday night, and am going to write 10 or so missed words whilst I listen to iTunes on shuffle and delete random shite from my HD. Good times.

A sugar pop dropped down the delivery slot
Cause he loaded it up
when I was there to buy some strings
I’m finding times like these
Would mean everything to me

Tommy looked up at his novelty clock
He stopped and locked up the shop to play a piece
He turned and talked to me
Till I would have to leave

He said “young boy, you gotta let it fly
There’s a song in your lung and a dream in your eye
Don’t you beg for bread when there’s so much more
You can dream the whole damn store
There’ll be many a night when you can’t find food
From the long road home to the hotel room
But don’t forget that I always believed in you”

Good on you boy
Good on me
Good on you

A cigarette shock to the marigold pot
As they wished me good luck
I shut the door and crossed the street
Every couple weeks
I would check in just to see
Till Bishop in a shock
Picked the telephone up
Heard my cigarette cough
And said “oh man it’s good to hear from you”
And not believe
That Tommy had to leave

Hey there boy go ahead and fly
Say hello to your mom in the midnight sky
I won’t forget that you always believed in me
Though there’s many a night where I can’t find food
Take a look at me now man I’m playing my tunes
I won’t forget you
Cause you were good to me

Good on you, boy
Hell, good on me
But good on you

~ 1331 by Hurt

Missed word dump: eyeliner, heel, waver, birth, crew

She was new to the group, new to such things as eyeliner and heels. She wavered in the hall at the back of their pack, seeing her old friends staring in disbelief. One night, one party had changed everything, given birth to her new lifestyle, her acceptance by this crew. She wanted to flaunt it, but she felt more like running for the nearest window.

Missed word: Dinosaur

He walked beside the beast, running his calloused fingers along its thick rough hide. It was ten times the size of his horse and fifty times more powerful. Its tail, broad as a ten year oak, swayed to and fro, drawing in buyers hypnotically. He walked carefully around the fan of spike and flesh that graced its head and stared into its bright intelligent eyes. He gently placed a hand on one of its horns. The thing harumphed, jerking his hand slightly. He smirked. He knew he would pay anything for this creature. Now, to barter.