"Don't #groke, Haskins."
"I'm not sir. What's that you're eating anyway."
"What happened to Mrs Wibble's omelettes?"
"I wanted to try this instead."
"But why, sir?"
"I fancied a change."
"I didn't expect the spinach inquisition."
Don’t be a #groke!
Yours isn’t out of a bag. No, it’s home-cooked!
You look like I’m a hog & you hope I choke.
What look? You’re paranoid.
Be my best friend-
Only if you see Dr.Freud.
This conversation is going to end.
You’re the one talking to a dog. https://t.co/mKTB5s7a1K
The #vss365 #prompt for today is #groke
(I know someone wanted another word of this type; here you go!)
Behind my house
By The #Groke
Find her scary
But I think she’s
It makes them turn
But her eyes
So I offer her
I know she kens
I am her friend
Tho not a word
I followed them from a discreet distance. Something isn't what it seems. I thought she was his military trainee. Now he's brought her home with him. I spy on them from my shuttle craft high above. They disrobe each other. She becomes his feast and I'm the jealous #groke. #vss365
“The #vss365 prompt is #groke.”
“I know the drill.”
“Yes, Jack. First thought?”
“Joke, spoke, croak. And you?”
“First impression? Blankety-Blank”
“The game show?”
“No the omission of an unspeakable word.”
“Oh. Why are you ogling my Curly Wurly?”
“Look! There! Behind you!”
In the library, among the books, between the pages, I felt your looks, caught your #groke as I turned the page, you smiled when I became your stage, reading aloud amid the hush, you listened to every word, always hungry, wanting more, your blind eyes devoured my heart
The orchestra of the street.
Surviving on the rubbish you toss.
My only friend, a furry defender. Tossing him some crumbs.
"Your #groke is strong, rat."
Welcome to my channel: Living with humans.
Rule 1 Don’t be an obvious, dribbling #groke. Classic error. Act disinterested. “I don’t want any of that tasty food, no siree!” Guaranteed results.
Tune in for more tips. Next week: chewing up the house & getting away with it. #vss365 https://t.co/mpyIYy1RXr
"Why are you and the wee rat being all #groke like?" Nessie said, craning her long neck around to for a better look at us.
"Nessie! It's me yer daft Dino! Remember May 1269!" Riz shouted up.
"Ack! Who did ye piss off this time?"
"Fae, all the Fae," Riz sighed.
"Oy! #Groke! You want some?"
"Yes. Please... Thank you."
I toss the child's liver to the starving man. Innards never were my favorite bit.
He's looking through old photos. "Ah, here's old Prince. He was a proper old #groke, he was."
"Ugh, more like gross. Drooling everywhere."
"Aye, lad, but your Ma loved him. Daft old thing."
"That's no way to talk about Ma."
He pauses. Then we smile.
I am needled
by my beagle
when I eat.
He ogles my food and me
meals and treats.
He gets under my table.
P begs at my legs.
My hound wolfs down
any dropped crumbs or eggs.
I love hot sauce.
P is better off staring.
If P gets my bits
#Groke is many faced: food voyeur, bogeyman, or insolvent gay. Imagine if we combined all three; you'd get an epicurean fantasist, who was scary, but dressed impeccably despite being financially challenged. I think I've found the protagonist for my detective novel.
As I traipsed through the field I felt something slip up my trouser leg. I swotted it to no avail,like an octopus it suckered onto my skin,its teeth tore at my flesh,drawing blood. I rolled over and over on the ground,trying to mash it dead. I was being eaten by a #groke #vss365
DON'T FEED THE #GROKE, he read the sign above the bar.
When he first saw it, he thought it was a joke. It wasn't. It was a warning.
Now he sits on his stool, staring at the diners, hoping one of them will be foolish enough to feed him the way he fed the previous #groke. #vss365
The bobcat stared longingly in the distance at the rocks and hills.
I feel like a groke she said. I'm waiting for the rabbit to come back. Or the tree-fish to fall from the trees.
Commander, the Alien Ambassador was badly injured during a #groke-off with Chef's pet pig.
What the Jupiter happened?
Chef bonked him with a cast iron frying pan. He'll be ok, but he lost the groke-off. No bacon.
When everyone is always hungry
You become a #Groke
In a broke society
Where rich blokes
Throw us bones
Hoping we never spoke #vss365
Kayla Hicks-Author of Kale Stone: An Outliers Tale@klrice912
I gazed a few tables over.
"You are going to freak him out if you continue to #groke at him like that." Vern said.
"Sorry, not all of us can be swave like you. Some of us just dream of being noticed."
Vern laughed. "Keep looking like a ostridge and you'll keep dreaming."
The demon #Groke stands guard. She stares at le dejeuner and cries internally. She sits like a tree, petrified. She is Hansel, at a disadvantage. She is her own enemy as she begins - lifting the fork to her mouth.
His stare was more a #groke
Was this some sort of joke?
I’d been starving for a meal
Hoping I don’t choke
This fella waltzed in
Sits across from me and grins
As though I wouldn’t even care
I popped him on his nose
Where a lump now grows
All because I didn’t want to share #vss365
The #groke is merely a euphemism for death. Everywhere it goes freezes, and bears that illusion of kindness many of us have seen laying in the casket.
"Stop groking at me!"
"#Groke? You just invented that."
"Okay, well, yes. But stop it."
"You know. That."
Willow, Bran’s pet shoulder dragon, stared at him from across the table as he enjoyed a bowl of oxtail soup. Finally, in exasperation, Bran dropped his spoon. “Don’t be such a #groke, Willow. You’ve already eaten. Keep this up and you’ll be a pudgy dragon.” #vss365 #amwriting
Looking for laborers outside her carnival, Helen spots a couple eating finger food on a walk among the homeless.
'The masks should go over their eyes,' says the man.
The woman nods. 'It is very #groke-y.'
Helen smiles. Surely perpetual penance fits.
#366FF #horrorprompt #vss365 https://t.co/Ay6w5qjExQ
"You just gonna #groke, or are you going to ask for it?"
He licked his lips. "You know I've sworn off human. I'm cruelty-free, now."
"Bet that's not what Bells said when you tore him a new one this morning."
"I'm supposed to be evil."
I offered a bite. "So do it."
The #Groke stared, seven eyes boring into her. She squirmed with discomfort.
“You know, you just have to ask if you want some of my food. I’m happy to share.”
The last thing she saw was a wet purple tongue as it wrapped around her chest and ingested her.
I tried to eat in peace
but every bite
got cold as ice
before it hit my lips,
because with every forkful
I would glimpse
hiding in the darkness
the begging neediness
of an introverted #groke...
I couldn’t tell if he was hoping
I might share,
They all seem to have a seat at the table. Devouring succulent meals stuffed with boundless creativity & motivation.
I envy the spark of inspiration in their eyes, growing brighter with every bite. I watch from the corner, #groke & starved.
I'd do anything for scraps. #vss365