Pinky (an acrostic poem)

Perhaps being a megalomaniac isn’t the best character trait

It can be quite compulsive and destructive

Now if you can pull it off, it would be glorious

Knowing there is always a chance, maybe tomorrow…

You know, we will try to take over the world!

 

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Pyro (an acrostic poem)

Pulsing flames lit the darkened street

Yielding billowing smoke into the night sky

Reaching for her cigarettes, Naveen smiled contently

Out in the distance, the wails of firetrucks helped her smile grow even larger

Wiggle Room (an acrostic poem)

When push comes to shove

It didn’t really matter if he chose white or black socks

Going along those lines socks were totally optional even

Glenn still sat there in his boxers, trying to figure out what to do

Looking at the rest of his intended outfit he smiled ruefully

Eventually he had to choose

 

Really there was only one decision that could make him happy

On went one black sock, then one white sock

Obviously if he got sick of them he could take them off

Making that the best decision he made that day

 

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And The Band Played On (an acrostic poem)

Anthony didn’t know what to expect

Nights could be quiet, but this one?

Dude!  Everyone was just wigging out.

 

The downtown nightclub, Tulane’s, burnt to the ground

He heard through the grapevine it was started by someone with a bong and a blowtorch

Everyone knows you don’t combine the two

 

But after the party moved on, there was a brawl at The Green Goddess.

Anthony had been on that call

Needed to bust a few drunken asses to get that mess sorted out

Detox was going to be busy till morning

 

People kept the crazy going even then

Leaving everyone on the night shift, including Anthony, very tired and cranky

Anthony thought once again about that parole job and wondered if he should bid on it

Yet he loved being a police officer

Every day he got to keep people safe, even when they behaved like animals

Deep down he knew he would miss it the minute he left

 

Over the radio another call came in, a robbery at a gas station

Never a dull moment, but there was always hope for a break later

 

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Banter (an acrostic poem)

Being lonely was a constant for Todd

And he really did prefer it that way

Not that he hated other people

They were just so loud all the time

Everyone that is until he met Stephanie

Recently conversation has become important

 

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Margarita (a 100 word story)

Martha smiled as she sipped her margarita.  It had just the right amount of sweet and tangy, and the brim had the perfect amount of salt.  This all-inclusive resort was amazing.

She looked around the rest of the pool bar area, taking in all the couples slowly drinking their way till dinner and she wondered maybe this wasn’t the place for her.

She then had another margarita and decided it didn’t really matter.  Her drink could be her plus one.  And if this relationship didn’t last, well there was always the next one.

Luckily the pool caught her all tears.

 

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Ramen (Flash Fiction)

The ramen slowly softened in the bubbling water while Mandy watched.  She knew she should eat, but she wasn’t hungry.

“Hey Mandy, watcha doing?”

Mandy smiled a sad smile and shook her head.  “Making some food.”

Kristofer came over and joined her staring at the dancing noodles.  “Can I have some?”

“You can have all of it.  I was just thinking I didn’t want it anymore.”

Kristofer looked at her face, but Mandy kept her vision focused on the noodles. “Really, you can take it.”  She ripped open the flavor packet and dropped its contents into the pot, staining the water a turmeric yellow.  The promise of salty goodness bloomed in the air, and Mandy gave herself a little hug.

Kristofer grabbed a bowl and came back to the pot.  “Do you think it’s done?”

Mandy stirred the soup, watching how the noodles tried to entangle themselves around the spoon, but Mandy was too fast for them.  She was able to navigate those waters without any attachment.  “Yep.  It’s done.”  She picked the pot up by its handle and expertly poured the steaming liquid into the proffered bowl.  “Enjoy.”

Kristofer took the bowl and was soon slurping the contents.  “Are you sure you don’t want some?” he asked while chewing.

Mandy finally looked him in the eyes, allowing her to ignore his mouth and her stomach.  “Nope.  I’ll be fine.  It’s all good.”

 

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