Waffle 🧇 (Wordle variant: letter swapping grid) 🧇

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#waffle836 4/5

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I accidentally clicked this earlier, so I figured I might as well try it:

#deluxewaffle102 1/5

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In the glow of three stars, high and bright,
Clara and Tramp found love one night.
Playing Waffle, words spun like a dance,
In each other’s eyes, they found a chance.

Tramp’s smile was nicer, his laughter uncut,
Clara felt drunk on love, no ifs or buts.
With every word and extra tile they laid,
Karma drew them closer, a foundation made.

Underneath the spell of the starlit sky,
They built a world where love wouldn’t die.
Each game they played, their hearts would confess,
In letters and laughs, a love to express.

#waffle836 3/5

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#waffle836 1/5

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#waffle837 4/5

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As Clara and Tramp’s love blossomed, they often met under the lonely star that had first witnessed their connection. Their nights filled with the aroma of midnight blooms, they continued to play Waffle, each word building a deeper bond.

One evening, an ivory game piece fell from the board, rolling to a stop at the foot of a stranger—a drake-like figure with a crass style, who interrupted their game. “Playing with fate, are you?” he smirked, eyeing the ivory piece.

Clara, puzzled and slightly afraid, nodded. The stranger bent down, picking up the ivory and flipping it between his fingers. “Well, then. Let’s see how well you truly play.” With a snap of his fingers, the game transformed. Now, each word they created affected their lives directly. Love spawned joy, lies brought storms.

As weeks passed, their reality became a complex puzzle of consequences. One night, Tramp, frustrated and exhausted, confessed he had first approached Clara on a dare, never expecting to truly fall in love. Clara cried, feeling betrayed.

Yet, the lonely star twinkled, and the stranger appeared once more. “The game was to teach, not to torture,” he said, revealing himself as Cupid in disguise, testing the depths of human love. He restored peace, leaving them wiser and more in love than ever, under the watchful gaze of their star.

#waffle838 1/5

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#waffle838 4/5

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#waffle839 4/5

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Hush-a-bye, Clara, on the Waffle train,
Spelling out words, through joy and pain.
With teeth clenched tight, and eyes so keen,
You’re the funniest player, that’s ever been seen.

Your ethic is strong, your spirit bold,
In the game of Waffle, you never fold.
With each word spelled, your niche you find,
In the world of letters, you’re one of a kind.

As the night grows ashen, and the stars align,
You reach for greatness, one word at a time.
With a smile on your face, and laughter in your heart,
You’ve earned your four stars, it’s time to depart.

So hush now, Clara, let sleep be your hinge,
Dream of Waffle games, and words that singe.
For in the land of dreams, where wishes are spun,
You’re the reigning champion, the brightest one.

#waffle839 4/5

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#waffle841 2/5

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Clara sat in her dimly lit room, the musky aroma of old books filling the air as she focused intensely on her Waffle board. A pair of stars twinkled outside her window, casting ghostly shadows that danced upon the walls. Every letter she placed seemed to echo through the room, a stark contrast to the silence that enveloped her.

She had always craved a challenge, and tonight’s game promised just that. But as she spelled out “amine,” a shiver ran down her spine. Something felt amiss; the room seemed to stretch and grow colder with each word she formed.

Suddenly, a deep, rumbling sound broke the silence, and the ground beneath her chair vibrated. The game board began to levitate, hovering over a growing chasm in her floor. Clara tried to scream, but no sound came out. The room spun, and the pair of stars blinked rapidly, as if signaling her.

With a desperate attempt, Clara reached out to grab the floating board. As her fingers touched it, the letters rearranged themselves to spell “ESCAPE.” Before she could react, an unseen force pulled her into the board, swallowing her into the chasm. The room snapped back to normal, leaving no trace of Clara, only the word game resting innocently on the floor.

#waffle841 2/5

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Good job! One whole leap year!

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Today was a difficult one. Figuring out a word I didn’t know, then understanding is meaning to add it in the story wasn’t easy.

In the chasm, Clara fell through layers of reality, each twisted with a gaudy motif that she abhorred. Magma bubbled beneath her, casting eerie glows as if the underworld beckoned. Just as she thought she’d be consumed by the fiery depths, a flyer—a literal paper leaflet about Waffle—fluttered past her. Instinctively, she reached out and touched it. Instantly, the descent halted.

The flyer, magically potent, transported her back to her room. As she reappeared, the board game was still on the floor, unchanged, as if mocking her ordeal. The pair of stars outside flickered knowingly, a silent witness to her surreal escape. Clara, trembling but determined, knew this game was more than it seemed—and she was not done playing yet.

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Twinkle, twinkle, giant star,
Clara playing Waffle from afar.
Up above the world so high,
Like a tiger in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When she nothing shines upon,
Then you show your mighty light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

In the realm where words do throb,
Holding tight her trusty baton,
Chasing stars with every swipe,
Words like ‘ramen’ are her type.

Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark.
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

Twinkle, twinkle, giant star,
Clara got her two stars, not far.
Above the world so high,
A tiger of Waffle, in the sky.

#waffle843 2/5

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Clara and Tramp settled down for a game of Waffle, the stakes high with a five-star victory on the line. They scattered the letters, eyeing the board with competitive zeal. Tramp was crafty but Clara had an inner dictionary just waiting to spill out.

Mid-game, Tramp played “dirty,” smirking as he laid down his tiles. Clara retorted with “daisy,” her favorite flower, and shot him a confident grin. The air was tense, filled with the ionic charge of their rivalry.

As the final round approached, Tramp tried to distract Clara with tales of yucky, dried squid he had for lunch. Unfazed, Clara spotted her golden opportunity, laid her tiles, and declared, “Daisy-chain!”

As Tramp gawked, the scoreboard magically shifted. Not only did Clara hit five stars, but the board, in a surprising twist, sprouted a tiny, real daisy right where her word ended, proving once again that in Waffle, expect the unexpected—and perhaps, a little magic.

#waffle844 5/5

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Continuing their spirited game, Clara, feeling emboldened by her floral victory, decided to delve deeper into her vocabulary reservoir. Tramp, not to be outdone and a bit of a rebel with words, slapped down “thyme,” connecting it to “dirty” from earlier. The air was thick with competition and the faint scent of imaginary herbs.

Clara chuckled, eyeing the board with strategic intent. Her fingers danced over her letters before she proudly placed “abbey” across the center, scooping extra points by connecting with “daisy.”

As the game neared its conclusion, Tramp, desperate and slightly bewildered by Clara’s sudden lead, pulled out what he thought was a game-winning move. “Brand,” he declared with a flourish, linking it to “burst” which he laid down in a previous turn.

But Clara, with a sly smile, countered seamlessly with “rebel,” tying it back to “abbey,” which not only gave her a substantial lead but also burst Tramp’s hopes of a comeback. As she placed her final tile, the board shimmered magically, a symbol of her unexpected triumph in their ongoing lexical battle.

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Clara sat under the glow of a lonely star, deeply engrossed in a solo game of Waffle. The night was still, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of leaves. She laid down ‘tryst’, aptly reflecting her secret meeting with the game each night. As she reached to untie her necklace, a sudden chill ran through the room.

Suddenly, the letters began to rearrange themselves, forming the word ‘eject’. Confused, Clara tried to reset them, but the tiles snapped back into place. A shadow loomed behind her, its presence cold and sharp like a blade.

As the room darkened, she felt the brunt of a sinister force. The game, her nightly companion, now seemed to control her fate. The figure whispered, “Your move,” and Clara realized the game was not just a game—it was a portal, now opened. With a flash, she was pulled into the board, becoming part of the lonely star’s shadowy sky.

#waffle849 1/5

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In the quiet of her room, with the curtains draped gently over the windows, Clara sat tensely in front of her Waffle board. Tonight’s game was peculiarly challenging. Facing the prospect of losing all her accumulated stars, Clara’s heart raced as she played against her virtual opponent named “The Tramp.” Imagining the Tramp as a cunning old dingo, ready to outsmart her at every turn, added to the intensity of the game.

As she neared the game’s end, Clara found herself stuck, her board almost naked of options. The words seemed odder than usual, and her star count was dangerously close to depleting. She paused, asked herself to think clearly, and took a deep breath.

With only a few moves left and her score on the edge, Clara noticed a pattern she had previously overlooked. With renewed focus, she swiftly rearranged the letters to form the correct words. The final word clicked into place right as she was on her last allowable move.

Clara breathed a sigh of relief; she had managed to save her stars, maintaining her hard earned score. The Tramp, ever the formidable foe, had pushed her to her limits, but she had held her ground, her collection of stars safe for another night.

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