Reading the Ice Cubes (a 50 word story)

Kevin stared at the ice cubes at the bottom of his bourbon glass trying to ascertain what they told about his future.  He thought he could hear them predict he would be in a world of hurt in the morning.  He decided they were truly psychic and poured himself another.

 

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Blade (an acrostic poem)

Bent over itself over one hundred times

Leaving a subtle strength and flexibility

And then quenched for hardness

Deidre respected everything the katana had been through

Everything she had done, and then some

 

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Woke (an acrostic poem)

Watching the earth becoming flat

Or learning how the man on the grassy knoll also killed Biggie Smalls

Knowing Pizzagate was true, but the New World Order covered it up

Eventually, all the rest of you sleepers will be….

 

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Broken? (a short Easter story)

Pierce pointed at Jenny’s broken locket.  “Why do you wear that stupid old broken thing?” he asked.  “It’s Easter.  Shouldn’t you wear a cross, or do you not believe?”

Jenny shook her head.  She lifted up the locket, its hinge mostly broken, never to close again, its contents lost to the world.  “I wear this because I believe.”

“What?  You don’t make any sense.”

Jenny pointed at Pierce’s cross.  “That is a symbol of sacrifice and death.”

“Uh, yeah?  That’s the whole idea.”  Pierce’s eyes rolled up into his head so hard it almost sounded like a slot machine spinning..  Once they returned to normal he continued.  “God sent his son as the final sacrifice.  I thought you said you believed.”

“I do.  This represents the empty tomb.  That means death is conquered.  I am saved as long as I believe in this.  That’s why my locket is empty and can’t be closed back up.”

Pierce stumbled a bit mentally as he processed what just happened.  “So what you’re saying is?”

“Without this,” she lifted her broken locket, “that,” she pointed at the cross, “is just a gory end to a magnificent man.”

“Where can I get one of those?” Pierce asked.

Jenny folded her arms in front of her.  “I thought you said it was stupid.”

“Once I was blind, but now I see?”

She shoved his shoulder.  “That was bad.”

Peirce laughed.  “Happy Easter?”

Jenny joined in is laughter.  “Happy Easter.”

 

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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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