The Lesson (an 100 word story)

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Under a gloomy gray sky, she looked at the shattered pieces of her life strewn at her bleeding feet.  She stood there dumbfounded.  Everything was gone in mere moments!  She cried and almost just gave up, but…

Time kept moving.

Tears dried.

The sun crept out from behind the clouds.

She grabbed a broom and began to clean up the mess that had been her life and threw it away.  She kept a couple of small pieces to remind herself of the before times.  She then made a cup of tea and looked at the horizon.

The phoenix watched and learned.

Wonder (an acrostic poem)

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What she loved to do was count the stars in the night sky

Only she knew she could never get an accurate number

Not once did she let it stop her from what she perceived was her duty

Determined to be a witness to every star’s existence in its moment of time

Everything comes to an end, and one day she might be the only one to notice

Remembering the dot of light for what it might have been before it wasn’t there anymore

Gravity (an acrostic poem)

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Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy

Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before

And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight

Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though

It kept her rooted firmly on the ground

That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder

Yielded the same result.  She never left her personal black hole

Trick (an acrostic poem)

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That’s when she pulled up her sleeves before

Reaching behind his ear to pull out a twenty-dollar bill

It amazed not only the crowd, but her as well

Checking again, she pulled yet another twenty from his ear.  She tried again

Kept pulling out the money yet no one noticed his ears seemed to grow pointy

Wander (an acrostic poem)

 

Which way should I go next?

As the summer breaks over the horizon

Number of paths open up before me

Destiny awaits on the other side

Every step will be an adventure

Ready or not, here I come!

 

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