Tart x2 (an acrostic poem)

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The fact that she flirted so hard but kept him away was so attractive

And at the same time was so frustrating in so many ways

Rachel just needed to get over herself and give in

That and he needed to get his sister to leave the two of them alone

The bitter taste Rachel had in her mouth made her lips pucker

As he made an ass of himself yet again

Really she knew she couldn’t stand to be around the idiot, but she had to put up with him

The fact that his sister was so hot made it worth putting up with the frustration…

Forget the Cookies (a 200 word story)

I remember the child sitting on my lap.  “What would it take for you to do this one thing for me?” he had asked.  They warn you about this when you join the corps, but it still amazes you when you hear it.

That’s why I stopped in my tracks and thought hard once I was in the man’s bedroom.  What the kid was asking me to do came naturally.  Still, I hated the son of a bitch for what he had done to the boy, so I wanted to gift the man something more.  All it would take is a slight twitch and justice would be served.  I had killed many a person, young and old, male and female, but never while they slept, not in cold blood.  That was not who I was, at least not now.

I sheathed my blade and left his son’s note.  I thought about leaving a bit of coal behind to emphasize that I saw his naughty ass and if I had wanted he would have been mine, but I am a man of the red cloth.  “What would it take?  I may only play a saint, but a devil I am not.”

 

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Legend (an acrostic poem)

Little more could be said, much less done

Everyone just stared as she walked across the floor

Gwen had accomplished the nigh impossible

Eyewitnesses would spread her story from here

New tales even more fanciful would be spun from the cloth of this truth

Destiny can kiss her ass.  She owned that bitch

 

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Flipped (an acrostic poem)

Frank thought the woman checking him out was kind of creepy

Looking the other way, he thought maybe that would distract her

Instead, when he looked back she licked her lips

Pushing past the other commuters, he moved to another part of the train

Persistently she followed him, never letting him get out of her sight

Eventually he stopped, resigned to awkwardness, but she brushed past him

Disbelief was followed by her hand grabbing his ass and him thinking why me

 

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