Ground (an acrostic poem)

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Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky

Really it was his muscles clenching all at once

Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped

Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted

Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed.  They were too busy trying to flee, but they

Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled.  “Now it’s my turn.”

Emotional Waves (A 100 Word Story)

The ripples on the pond echoed the fluttering of my heart.  I couldn’t believe it.  What was I going to do with you gone?  It seemed so simple just yesterday.  You were standing in front of me right here, telling me you didn’t want me in your life anymore.  I was so angry.  I devoted every second to you, but all you ever wanted was more space.  Really?  Well now you have your space, and I’m coming to accept it.  Still I wonder if I could have done anything differently, like should I have buried you farther from the pond?