Nothing was the usual in that bar
Ordering a drink never meant that was what you got
Rarely did it matter since everyone was there for the ambiance
Magical unicorns walking around seemed to be enough
Norm (an acrostic poem)
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Silly (an acrostic poem)
So a neutron goes into a bar and asks, “How much for a beer?” The bartender says, “For you, no charge.”
If your boss tells you to have a nice day, does that mean you can go home?
Looking for a bitter and sweet drink? Try some Reali-tea.
Listen, singing in the shower is fun until you get soap in your mouth, then it becomes a soap opera.
You know what, I was going to tell you a time-traveling joke, but you didn’t like it.
Dive (an acrostic poem)
Dirt on the floor intermingled with peanut shells and spilled stale beer
It gave this old run-down bar a certain je ne sais quoi
Vacuuming up those plummeting through the floor of their lives
Enabling them a place to splash down while mumbling “Bottom’s up.”
Bar (an acrostic poem)
Been there on the other side of the long slab of oak
Answering the call for liquid happiness
Realizing that it doesn’t really help
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Dine (an acrostic poem)
Dinner was coming soon, he was sure of it
It just meant waiting a bit more
Not that is stopped him from eating a candy bar
Everything would be fine as long as she didn’t find out
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Cracked (an acrostic poem)
Cool façade in place, she entered the bar
Raucous music assaulted her ears, but her eyes never waivered
Ahead was the bar, and he was at the end of it
Cozying up behind him, she inhaled his musk one last time before she struck
Killing him might have been extreme, but he deserved it
Everyone screamed, but they were drowned out by the music
Downing her pill, she joined him for eternity
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Pickled (an acrostic poem)
Pounding back another tequila
It made his eyes cross
Curt looked around the bar
Keen to find someone to connect to
Lurching to unsteady feet, he stumbled towards her
Everything screamed to him that she was the one
Didn’t make it three steps before he found out the floor wanted him more
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Heavenly Blues
Kortney listened to the blues floating down from heaven above. In this case, heaven was Marvin’s, a dive bar located on the second floor of a rundown building that seemed to have lived the hard life the lead singer was lamenting about. Kortney fondly stroked the broken brick façade with fondness. She had been coming here steady since she was old enough to fall in love. The problem was Marvin’s served liquor, and since Kortney had been thirteen at that time she could go no farther.
The regulars all knew her by name. Hell, some of them offered to sneak her in, but today heaven was about to open up for her. She took out her license and grimaced. She hated her picture, but that date blazoned on it showed she was twenty-one as of today. She opened the door and climbed those tired stairs, each step a religious pilgrimage.
At the top of the stairs the bouncer, Charlie, sat there on a tired looking chair. He rubbed the sweat from his bald head with a paisley handkerchief. “Hey there Kort. Aren’t you being a bit bold? You knows the rules.”
Kortney gave Charlie a smile. He was one of the ones always offering to sneak her in, but she never took him up on the offer. She always wondered what if, but now she knew it was worth it. This was worth doing it right. She held out her license. “I’m all good, sir. You just check it out.”
Charlie laughed and waved her hand away. “Girl, you think I don’t know what day this is? Get yourself in there.” Charlie got up and opened the door for her.
Kortney paused with her hand still out. She really wanted him to check it, to see that she really had crossed the threshold, but then she accepted his acceptance into the heavenly throng. She smiled a nervous smile and put her license into her handbag. She then crossed the threshold.
The music caressed her with a refreshing familiarity, but with a fidelity that set her soul vibrating. The bartender, Liza, nodded in Kortney’s direction and pulled a long draft, setting it on the ancient bar top. Liza pointed at the beer and then to Kortney before she turned to serve another old timer.
Kortney practically danced over to the bar. When the music paused she found her voice. “Sorry Liza, but I didn’t order this.”
“I did. It’s my birthday gift to you. I wouldn’t worry about thinking about paying for anything tonight, girlfriend. Tonight you’ve come home.” With that, Liza went back to her other customer.
Kortney picked up the beer and the band kicked into the next song. She slumped onto a bar stool and sipped at her beer. Heaven was better than she had ever imagined it was.
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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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Easier (an acrostic poem)
Every day was hard for Simon
At least he could reward himself with a beer after work
Sitting on his bar stool he raised his glass to no one
I drink in your honor he thought
Everything began to fit into perspective
Relaxing as put back down the glass and left the bar
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