Technology (an acrostic poem)

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The mathmagicians cast their spell of logic

Electrical and mechanical design engineers took that energy and gave it physical form

Constructing a simulacrum of silicon and glass

Handing it off to the whisperers of binary

Now they coded in the soul and function of the new beast

Ordering the chaos of all the possibilities of this new creation

Lifting it from an inanimate object

Obscuring the line between animated and animator

Giving the world a new fascination that

You can hold in your hand

Beast (an acrostic poem)

Boy, he was so beautifully handsome that it almost hurt her eyes

Everything about his appearance was just so perfect

And all he wanted was to be with her, forever.  A dream come true

So when he showed his darker side it caught her by surprise.  The nightmares began

They only ended when the monster sunk his claws into her mind and her will died

 

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Beast (an acrostic poem)

Being soulless wasn’t difficult

Especially when you pretended to care

And the world was happy about that

Still, it made Marcus pause, his hands covered in red

That maybe the world was pretending too

 

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Slay the Beast! (a 200 word story)

The attempts to slay the beast had been futile at best.  This time Michael was more confident.  He had found a new weapon that felt good in his grip.  He had watched YouTube videos on how others thought the beast could be slain.  Numerous blog posts were read, and Michael had even asked his followers on twitter, #howToSlayTheBeast.  Through a thoughtful ten minutes of pondering, Michael knew he had the answer and set out to finish his quest.

Soon he was knee deep in the swamp and wondering why he was even there.  It seemed impossible, red spraying everywhere off his weapon, but the beast didn’t yield.  It bashed Michael to and fro, never giving him purchase.  Soon Michael was covered as much in red as the beast was.  “I’ going to die here,” Michael thought, but still he battled.

Days seem to pass when he finally found some sort of ending.  Michael put away his red pen and looked at what had been his first draft, knowing once he made those changes he would be in a new place.  He would have the legendary second draft.  The battle would go one, but this time he would persevere.  Carpe calamum!

Legend (an acrostic poem)

Looking around for the beast, Larkin held his sword tightly

Even though they said he was destined to slay it, Larkin was scared

Going deeper into the cave, the light began to take on a hellish hue

Eerie sounds came from every direction, announcing the beast was near

Now was the time to prove that prophecy was stronger than myth and story

Darcy found Larkin’s mangled remains adding one more verse to the…