Tasks / Saucy Tales
Every ancient condiment in the back of your fridge is a tale of neglect and abandonment. Tell us yours.
1 players
5 points
Level 0
Created by Novy San
113 completed :: 73 in progress
Interested in collaborating on this: (no one yet!)
Comments
How about getting extra points for eating said mystery condiment?
Death kavo
look it up.
Just make sure to type up a story or explanation behind it
Teucer, Waldo Cheerio, how on earth do you except to collaborate on this task? That just don't make no sense.
Wanna find out?
I'll provide the condiment if you'll provide the fridge. See you next month.
Why, oh WHY is this limited to one player only? I have an excellent idea for this, but I require assistance in pulling it off!
"I send you my deepest condiments"
was in no way what my old friend
meant to say or write or send
the day she penned a note to me
one week after my father died.
Not condolences, or sentiments,
she sent me her deepest condiments
instead, as if dead have need
of relish on the other side.
O, that word made me laugh
so hard out loud it hurt!
So wonderfully absurd,
and such a sweet relief
at a time when it seemed
only grief was allowed in
after my father’s death,
sweet and simple laughter,
which is really nothing more
than breath from so far deep inside
it often brings up with it tears.
And so I laughed and laughed
until my sides were sore.
And later still, I cried a little more.
Praxis
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