10.23.18
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Red Ink (an acrostic poem)

Rallying all his reserves, Fannie pushed on

Every time the pen touched the paper

Doubt in her teaching competence would grow

 

It was always soul-crushing being an impartial arbiter

Now her hands were covered in the remains of her grading rubric

Killing her will to continue as her soul bled out on the page

 

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10.22.18
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Undead (an acrostic poem)

Until I had breathed my last I had never thought about my mortality

Now those last few moments I wondered a lot about it through the pain

Death, as I found out, can be a tricky subject now

Even as I felt my heartbeat that last time I knew something was wrong

All I wanted to do was move for a light, or into space, or anywhere else than this body

Damned that I get to be a walking corpse for the rest of eternity.  Kill me now!

10.22.18
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Gave Up (an acrostic poem)

Granted Felix would have admitted to throwing in the towel

It still grated that Linda was the one accusing him of it

Very likely she would hold it over him the rest of his life

Every day reminding him of that failing

 

Under his breath, he relented and said, “I do.”

Perhaps marrying Linda wouldn’t be so bad

 

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10.19.18
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Amazed (an acrostic poem)

Above the clouds was usually a peaceful place

Maybe it was because everyone was plugged into their own world

All the passengers had headphones on or their nose in a book

Zoey smiled at being so close to so many and yet so alone

Eleven hours more to go of this before she had to interact again

Determined to enjoy every moment of this Zen

 

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10.18.18
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Framed In (a 150 word story)

Framing the new wall in his basement, Marcus was finally content with its positioning.  It wasn’t his best work, but because of the urgency to get it done, he was happy with it.

He would have been even happier if Dave hadn’t messed up the old wall, making Marcus do this fix.  If the man could have just controlled himself.  But no, he had to keep one-upping Marcus.  Marcus had warned him there would be consequences, but Dave didn’t care and kept pushing.  Now he was gone and left Marcus to fix the problem.

Marcus picked up the first piece of drywall.  He tried to wedge it into place, but Dave’s fingers were in the way.  “Who knew dead bodies would be so uncooperative.”  He chopped off the offending digits, hung the drywall, and chucked the fingers behind it.  Good thing he had drained the body.

“Rest in pieces.”

 

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