Like Virgil leading Dante up mount Purgatorio, the Wordle Friends must pay the price of time, wretched time, oh endless, wretched time, to solve the puzzle and be set free to return their lives.
The Wordle Friends are grateful that funcitons of homeostasis fall outside the scope of their consciousness; that their pancreases can fulfill its purpose without...
Two Wordle Friends sit on either side of a border, eyeing one another like southern Alabama and northwestern Florida, wondering if they shall remain...
When Big Wordle selects an inadequate word, causing undue suffering within the Wordle community, whom will the Wordle Friends hold accountable?