Writer’s Block (an acrostic poem)

***  In honor of those joining me in Nanowrimo as well as authors everywhere ***

 

When the walls begin to surround you

Reigning in your creativity

It might make you feel claustrophobic

The words stop flowing

Every syllable a struggle

Rendering the process to a halt

Silence becomes the norm

 

But there is always hope

Look for the sledgehammer in your toolkit

Or maybe even some explosives

Completely shoot everything you have at it

Killing the silence and allowing the words to flow once more

Halloween Anticipation (a 100 word story)

Francis sharpened his knife for like the twelfth time.  Tomorrow would be Halloween, and it would finally be his time.  It had taken him weeks of sacrifice to be ready.  His guests wouldn’t be expecting what he was planning.

Suddenly goosebumps caused his arm hairs to stand at attention.  He used the knife to trim them.  Yeah, it was sharp enough.  It would part flesh with ease.  He couldn’t wait to carve his way into infamy.

Francis put another brisket into the smoker and wondered if cutting into that would feel the same as…  Well, he would see tomorrow night.

 

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Tea (an acrostic poem)

Trying to warm my hands, body, and soul

Every sip gets me one step closer

And just like that, it’s gone, but its mission is accomplished

 

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Grind (an acrostic poem)

Getting the words to flow seemed impossible today

Really it would be easier to just kick back and watch TV

Instead here was Bob pounding on the keyboard

Now very few of those words tapped out will probably make it past the edits

Definitely none of the ones NOT typed would ever see the final manuscript though

 

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Dust (an acrostic poem)

Drawn by the motes dancing in the sunbeam

Uncle Ralph stared happily at their ballet

Suddenly he jumped into the beam to join them

The sneeze that followed cause all his dance partners to flee

 

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Anxiety Attack (an acrostic poem)

All the things were out to get him

Now his wife was in on the mission

Xenon headlights broke the darkness in front of his speeding car

If he could just get across the state line

Eventually, they would give up their chase

Then flashing lights stabbed him from behind

Yanking the wheel hard to the right he crashed through the guardrail

 

All of a sudden he was in free fall

That was when it finally hit him

They couldn’t follow him here

All they could do was watch

Calm now he accepted the oncoming water with a smile

Knowing he had finally escaped

 

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Crafty (an acrostic poem)

Cutting out the little pieces of paper

Ronald began arranging them

As he did, he thought of Alexa

Finding this would give her a lot of hope

Though it would be more bittersweet

You would think a ransom note would bring a bit more joy

 

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Scared (an acrostic poem)

Slipping behind the unsuspecting teenagers

Catching them totally flatfooted

As I swing my ax in a gleeful arc

Red blood squirting everywhere

Even blinding me for a moment.  I panic and wipe it away

Damn, that was a frightening moment for me.

 

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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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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!