Yawn (an acrostic poem)

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You bore me like no other person

And it’s amazing I can stay awake when we are in the same room

When you open your mouth, my mind shuts off immediately

Now if you weren’t my physics professor, I wouldn’t care…

Mist (an acrostic poem)

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Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground

It gave the world a sense of magical wonder

So rewarding those awake to witness the scene

That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily

Consumed (a 100 word story)

The words called to his soul.  He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.

He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring.  Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest.  Soon he was driven mad.  He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.

The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.

 

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