writing prompt word games

 Butte, Refill, Cane, Tigress, Statue

He stood on the Butte, like a broken statue. His
only movement came at the times when his cane
would sink into the soft soil, off setting his
balance. Overlooking the landscape, he sought to
refill his mind with thoughts of his love.
Memories flooded his mind of suckling his Tigress's teat while she smiled, of kissing her
eyes each night so she would sleep sweet, of her
lilac scent that would flood his nostrils and
intoxicate his mind.

Stung, disrepair, challenge, domestic, degenerate

my attempts to domesticate the pillbug were coming to an end. my mind was in disrepair and the tears from my eyes were so salty, they stung my cracked lips. the challenge i had come 
across was making the pill bug stay out of its protective ball shape. The degenerate fucks just want to hide all the time. my lifes work was falling apart.

bone, liquid, cave, stud, comfort

In the comfort of the tree, I could almost imagine how cavemen felt, when they mastered keeping the wolves at bay and the liquid from the sky off their heads. The studded collar made the Rotweiler look all the more angry. I keep pulling the meaty bone out of its reach on a piece of string. Just like my human prototypes, drunk on my ingenuity, I delude myself into thinking I have control.

 whip, splendure, satisfied, grousome, balance

i wasnt satisfied with balance of the whip in my hand. moving it from the left to the right and back again, i could imagine the splendor of the crack against flesh. it wasnt a gruesome thought, in fact, it was something i greatly enjoyed.

crumble, mouth, drought, stables, clumsy

The way she moves makes me crumble against the merry-go-round horses; their plaster shells reflecting the lights from the rotating stables
She is clumsy yet elegant, falling to my lap. My mouth, condemned to a sticky drought, aches as I lean in to drink from her.

abrasion, letch, rags, felt, slumber

Her window was warm to the touch, clean and with out abrasion. A joy to look through, as if there we nothing between me and her sweet slumber.
My letcherous feelings gave way this evening, i followed her home like a stalker, hoping my presence would be felt, and i would be welcomed into her life. I wasnt though. My soul was tattering, becoming rags to sop up my demolished presence.

retro, stampeed, ambiguous, provoke, taste

The women, ambiguously dressed in uni sex clothing, moved like a stampeeding fold of sheep into the retro clothing store. Inside they would bite and scratch, provoke anger and tears. They would snatch at the horrid 1980's clothing, trying to look like the wolf that the other sheep would fear and respect. i could almost taste the blood in the air...

quiddity, vapid, glaze, editor, plow

Plowing through and unearthing errors was the quiddity of being an Editor. After hours of reading, his eyes would glaze. He would leave the office tonight, drink a vapid beer, pop a tranquilizer, and hope he doesnt wake in the morning.

Ignorant, Bliss, Picture, Steep, Drapes

Mother's new drapes were blowing halfway through the open window. Their hem was steeping in cold rain water, like a giant empty tea bag. Ignorant to the bliss of warmth, they were unable to picture a situation that was better. The drapes lay depressed and would commit suicide that night.

regret, illusion, wrath, pity, supressed

i was trying to feel suppressed regret where there was none. if i allowed myself to pity the child, i would never have had the ability to throttle the life from her. doubled over in pain and sickness, my wrath long subsided.
illusion, it is only an illusion... am i a monster for what i have done or was i doing society a service? i stared at my hand; at the congealing blood in the little girls teeth marks.