Immortality Awaits

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The tournament about to start, George opened the throttle on his moped and barreled ahead, his eternal string of wins in jeopardy. Hot dog mustard clung to his beard. 

Reaching his destination, George hopped off the bike and ran stiff-kneed toward the double doors. Taking his usual seat, he prepared for battle and yelled, “Bingo!” (55 words)

yay

Today's prompt words in bold.

Jerick twists his head, a radar antenna on alert; pacing, like a caged animal, escape impossible, unsure how long he can protect the diminishing space he champions as his own. He stares at the ticket to Vegas, the one she purchased, the one with the note that says "Love you. Next stop, the chapel. YAY!" (55 words)

No Crowing Today

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No Crowing Today

He'd masqueraded as a sponge before, acting as if he cared what his worthless brother-in-law paraded in front of the family as fact. Unlike other Sundays, Bruce grinned and nodded in faux agreement. He looked at his sister. She touched her arm where the police would find the first bruise. Tensions escalated. The doorbell rang.

To The Bitter End

This week's five prompt words in bold.

Lacking the elemental ethos familiar to the elders of his tribe, the savage stood, his sword poised to strike, a lone warrior in his efforts to ditch what had survived for years. 

Limbs soared across the room. Heads burst.

When the last invader had been conquered, Bobby rested. He finally spoke.

"Mom. Is dinner ready?" (55 words)