#612

They voted despite contempt for cronyism.

#606

Forever in a malaise; he stood.

#561

A new story, I will indite.

#560

How to assail one's own... stuff?

#559

My stymies stand before me.

Always.

#545

Macabre to the bone.

Rotten through.

#544

Parvenu seems like a mean word.

#543

The last tontine murders went unsuspected.

#542

The entire foible within me; lethal.

#539

He fell to his permanent respite.

#538

In the olfactory, I find sense.

#537

They did not augur the fur.

#536

Passim, here and there, lurking everywhere.

#533

The contraption conceit: a tired trope?

#531

Another round of bombast awaits ye.

#526

I writhe in my own misfortune.

#524

My face is one massive hoodwink.

#523

When using prompts to seem magniloquent...

#522

My death shard talks for me.

#521

Who'd have thought?  Just one shard.