Cuddle (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t get enough of the fiasco

Ulysses chomped down on his popcorn

Dianne watched him more than the movie

Didn’t she get how gloriously stupid, but awesome, this was

Like that’s why he invited her over to watch Netflix in the first place

Eventually, he put his arm around her and she nuzzled in.  Compromise!

 

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Monster’s Eyes (a 100 word story)

I stare into the monster’s eyes and wonder how it has come to this.  I try to be a good person most of the time.  I help old ladies across the street sometimes.  I give to charity at the checkout of the grocery store.  These things are supposed to help with karma, at least that’s what I believed.

Sure I had my bad times.  We all have those.  Still, I thought I was a net positive in the karma bank, but here I was, face to face with the monster, knowing there was no escape.

My fist smashed the mirror.

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Heavenly Blues

Kortney listened to the blues floating down from heaven above.  In this case, heaven was Marvin’s, a dive bar located on the second floor of a rundown building that seemed to have lived the hard life the lead singer was lamenting about.  Kortney fondly stroked the broken brick façade with fondness.  She had been coming here steady since she was old enough to fall in love.  The problem was Marvin’s served liquor, and since Kortney had been thirteen at that time she could go no farther.

The regulars all knew her by name.  Hell, some of them offered to sneak her in, but today heaven was about to open up for her.  She took out her license and grimaced.  She hated her picture, but that date blazoned on it showed she was twenty-one as of today.  She opened the door and climbed those tired stairs, each step a religious pilgrimage.

At the top of the stairs the bouncer, Charlie, sat there on a tired looking chair.  He rubbed the sweat from his bald head with a paisley handkerchief.  “Hey there Kort.  Aren’t you being a bit bold?  You knows the rules.”

Kortney gave Charlie a smile.  He was one of the ones always offering to sneak her in, but she never took him up on the offer.  She always wondered what if, but now she knew it was worth it.  This was worth doing it right.  She held out her license.  “I’m all good, sir.  You just check it out.”

Charlie laughed and waved her hand away.  “Girl, you think I don’t know what day this is?  Get yourself in there.”  Charlie got up and opened the door for her.

Kortney paused with her hand still out.  She really wanted him to check it, to see that she really had crossed the threshold, but then she accepted his acceptance into the heavenly throng.  She smiled a nervous smile and put her license into her handbag.  She then crossed the threshold.

The music caressed her with a refreshing familiarity, but with a fidelity that set her soul vibrating.  The bartender, Liza, nodded in Kortney’s direction and pulled a long draft, setting it on the ancient bar top.   Liza pointed at the beer and then to Kortney before she turned to serve another old timer.

Kortney practically danced over to the bar.  When the music paused she found her voice.  “Sorry Liza, but I didn’t order this.”

“I did.  It’s my birthday gift to you.  I wouldn’t worry about thinking about paying for anything tonight, girlfriend.  Tonight you’ve come home.”  With that, Liza went back to her other customer.

Kortney picked up the beer and the band kicked into the next song.  She slumped onto a bar stool and sipped at her beer.  Heaven was better than she had ever imagined it was.

 

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Drive (an acrostic poem)

Distilling the world into its essence

Rebranding it as makebelieve

It could be labeled the fundamentals of insanity

Vivian loved it when she played with the alchemy

Eventually, her internal philosopher’s stone might create gold

 

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Mud (an acrostic poem)

Mucking around the cesspool of false information

Until Mack found the dirt he needed for his attack

Dripping the ooze behind him, he delivered his first salvo

 

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Join the Club (a 350 word story)

Marty looked around the empty classroom.  He checked his watch again.  It was still 7:10.  He got up and made sure the sign was still hanging outside the door.  After verifying that, he went back to his seat and checked his watch again.  It was now 7:11.  He couldn’t believe he was the only person on all of campus that wanted to be a part of this club. He had put the meeting notice on all the school’s social media sites.   Everyone had to know by now that the interest meeting was scheduled to start at 6:30.  He looked over to the front table where two pizzas were getting cold.  He wasn’t hungry anymore but decided to grab a slice.  He opened the box that was the veggie lovers and took a limp piece out and placed it on his paper plate, dropping half his toppings back into the cardboard coffin it came from.  He was about to reach back in to get his remaining spoils when the door opened.

Marty spun around so fast that his pizza slice slid off the plate and landed cheese side down on the floor.  The woman who had entered was dressed all in black.  Her black makeup contrasted perfectly with her perfectly enhanced pale complexion.  She was a fallen angel, sent to him to give him the courage to move forward, he was certain for that.

The fallen angel looked around at the empty room.  “Is this the anime club?”

Marty blinked his eyes as he watched his waves of hope crash on the rocks of despair.  “No.  This is the interest meeting for the future world dominators.  It’s a club I was trying to start up.”

The fallen angel finally noticed the kamikaze pizza slice bleeding out grease on the industrial tile floor.  “You have pizza?”

Marty pointed at the boxes on the table behind him.  “Lots.”

A smile bloomed on her face.  “Sign me up!”  She walked past Marty to get to the pizza.

Right then Marty knew one day he would take over the world with her at his side.

 

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Mine (an acrostic poem)

Many want to claim ownership

I dismiss all their claims

Now I possess the coveted prize

Envy my dominance!

 

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