Radio (an acrostic poem)

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Rock ‘n roll blaring out the speakers

As her convertible rattled down the old dirt road

Determined to enjoy one of the last warm fall days they sang along

If her and her girlfriend were off key, they didn’t care

Only thing that mattered was what song was next

Clown (an acrostic poem)

 

Coloring her face to hide the emotions inside

Leaving a smile prominently painted in place

Outside she was the embodiment of extroverted entertainment

When the party was over she would sit alone in her car and cry

No one knew that the joke was on them

 

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Karma Conversation (a 200 word dialog)

“She’s the girl of my dreams.”

“You must be daft!  This is the girl who threw away your baseball card collection.”

“Yeah, she did do that.”

“And she was the one who made you get rid of your dog because she didn’t want the fur on her white carpet.”

“True.  She did do that.”

“She had to buy her Corvette which is why you that P.O.S. out in the parking lot.”

“P.O.S.?”

“Piece of”

“Ah, got it.  Yeah.  She does love that car.”

“And she stabbed you in the back by sleeping with your boss.  How can she be the girl of your dreams?”

“Oh, I meant nightmares.”

“Now that I can understand.  So tell me, why are you still with her?”

“I may have found the worst possible relationship, but that makes everything else seem so much better.  I can look at dropping out of college, working this crappy job, and realizing I’m not going to accomplish any of my childhood dreams and feel some sort of contentment.  It’s like I’m telling karma to go fuck off because I got this, so just hold my beer.”

“So let me see if I understand.  The sex is that good?”

“Yes.”

 

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Routine (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door

Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway

Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work

There she punched the time clock and began her shift

In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes

Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different

Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it

 

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Cracked (an acrostic poem)

Can’t fathom how it got there

Really?  That seems rather convenient

And you are implying what?

Car windshields don’t develop large fractures like that on their own

Know-it-all!  Why are you taking that tone with me?

Even you know the answer to that one

Details best left to the past.  Can I borrow it again after you get it fixed?

 

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Quagmire (an acrostic poem)

Querying the data again didn’t change the results

Unless they figured out how to shut down the reactor

All would be lost

Given that he was a marketing specialist

Marc was pretty sure he wasn’t qualified to stop it

If only he had his car and could drive far, far away

Really too bad his blind date, Vanessa, was a nuclear engineer

Even if they figured out a way to stop it, with how the date had gone, would there be a second meltdown?

 

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Thrilled (an acrostic poem)

There was only so much adrenaline that could flood her system

Helen felt the seat vibrate as the engine revved

Rolling through the corner with the gas pedal on the floor

If she could just squeeze out a bit more speed

Looking for an opening to make her move

Leaping at her chance she dove to the bottom, hoping her car would stick

Even with the other car, she slowly drifted up the track

Determined to never be left behind again

 

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Compass (an acrostic poem)

Curt was looking for direction

Order out of the chaos surrounding his life

Maybe a change of scenery to give him a fresh perspective

Perhaps a new way of life altogether

As an answer to his prayers, the flashing lights pulled him over

Since that arrest warrant was still active

Soon he would have his wish

 

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Dead Wrong (part 1)

I usually don’t do this, but before I get to the story for today I have a question.  After you are done reading this can you comment and tell me if you want more in this story?  I wasn’t planning on writing this right now, but of course sometimes stories stand up and scream at you.  Thank you for your feedback.  🙂


Jeff opened his eyes and watched his corpse being taken away by the ambulance.  He looked down and his body seemed whole to him.  He then heard laughter behind him.

“Man, that never gets old,” said a young man Jeff didn’t recognize.  “You should have seen the look on your face before that car crash.  Man, it was precious.”

Jeff glanced around noticing that some of the people he saw were looking at him, while others were cleaning up the accident scene.  He ran up to a policeman who seemed to be trying to direct the cleaning crew.  “Mr. Officer.  There seems to be something weird going on,” Jeff said.

“Nothing weird man, you just bit the dust and said your final goodbye,” the man said.

Jeff wheeled around and looked at the man again.  The man was wearing bell bottomed pants where the bell bottom was at least a foot bigger than a normal pant leg.  He also wore a shirt with a collar and lapels that you could land an F-16 on.  “I’m sorry,” Jeff said, “What do you mean?”

The man bowed his head solemnly.  “You, my son, have just died.”  His head snapped back up with a large grin on it.  Jeff just stared at him, dumbfounded.  “Man, I love it when they just don’t get it.  What do you think boys and girls?”

A few of the other people paying attention nodded.  One of them, a red headed woman dressed in a flapper style dress spoke up.  “Did you ever get a chance to eat Baked Alaska?”  Her haunted blue eyes felt like they were boring holes into Jeff’s very soul.

“Gillian, enough with the Baked Alaska.”  The man pointed at the red head with his thumb.  “She was going to her birthday party to try out the new dessert fad.  Instead she ran into a bit of a mugging gone too far.”

“Did you?” asked Gillian.

The man turned around and gave Gillian two middle fingers.  “Go haunt that restaurant on 22nd why don’t you.  Someone eventually will kick the bucket and you’ll have someone to pester about it for eternity.”

Jeff couldn’t process the conversation and turned back to the police officer.  “Sir?”

“Give it up!” the man yelled.  Jeff whipped his head around and the man shrugged his shoulders.  “Sorry about that.  Look, he’s still alive and you, my son, are dead.  Unless he’s some sort of medium he can’t hear you.  The most you can do is cause him a shiver down his spine.  Watch.”  The man walked over to the cop and placed his hand inside the officer.  The officer shimmied involuntarily.  The officer looks around, but his gaze passed right through the man, Jeff, and Gillian among the others watching the scene.

“Man, that doesn’t get old either.  Too bad I can only do that to someone once every couple of hours.  If I could do it more often…” The man shrugged his shoulders.  “Well that would make being dead a bit more fun.”  The man walked over and grabbed Jeff by the arm.  “Look, in a couple more minutes you will have to make a decision.  I suggest focusing on the now, or at least what passes for it on this side.  Let the living be the living, you know what I mean?”

“I’m dead?” Jeff asked in a very small voice.

“Keep up with me son, you don’t have much time.”  The wind suddenly picked up, but only Jeff and those that could see him seemed to be effected by it.  The man looked around, but continued.  “A passage is about to open soon.”

“A passage to where?”

“No one knows.  Anyone who goes inside never returns.”

“It’s how you go to heaven,” Gillian said.

“You don’t know that you foolish woman,” the man said.  “For all we know it spits you out in Hell or someplace even worse.  Hell, you might cease to exist.”

“The tunnel opens when someone freshly dies,” Gillian said.  “This will be yours.”

“Once again I call bull,” the man said.   “I’ve had friends go into them afterwards.  They just show up when someone dies.”

Jeff noticed most of the other people that he must now assume were dead had begun to leave.  “Why are they going away if it’s my tunnel,” Jeff asked.  “Not that I totally accept that I’m dead and all.”

“Man, them’s the chickens.  They worry about the tunnel somehow sucking them in or some bull.”

Suddenly a circle of light opened in front of Jeff.  He could feel its pull.  It called for him to walk on through, that this existence was truly done and over.

“You should go into the tunnel,” Gillian said.

Jeff tore his eyes off the tunnel.  “What happens if I don’t go in?”

“You get to see the world in all its glory,” the man said.

“You’ll regret the decision for the rest of eternity,” Gillian said.

“Then why are you still here?” Jeff asked.  “Why didn’t you go into your portal?”

“I didn’t have my Baked Alaska,” Gillian screeched before turning and running away from Jeff, the man, and the gleaming portal.

“Man, she is such a crazy.”  The man waved at her as she ran away.  Turning his attention back to Jeff he said, “Promise me you won’t lose it like she has.”

The pull on Jeff started to lesson, but Jeff could feel panic of missing out starting to settle in.  “Why did you stay?”

“I stayed because I wanted to see how my family would do without me.  Man, they have done some messed up things since I died.”

“Your family?”

“Yeah.  I try to be around when the kick the bucket.  Because you know, I care.”

“What does that make you to me?”  Jeff could feel the portal slipping away.  The winds were calming down and the light began to dim.

“I’m your daddy’s granddaddy,” the man said.  “So are you going to stay with me son?”

Jeff took his eyes off the portal and looked at the man again.  He definitely could see the family resemblance now that he looked for it.  “You wanted to be there for me when I died?”

“Of course.”

Jeff made his decision in that moment and the portal winked out of existence.  “So what do we do next?”

“Whatever you want.”  The man looked around and then waved at Jeff.  “Catch you on the flipside.”  With that the man began to run down the street, right through the cop, never pausing.

Jeff called out, “Wait, I thought you were going to help me.”

The man stopped and turned back around.  “I did.  I either gave you eternal life to play with or doomed you to the same hell I decided to hold onto.  Either way I’ve got places to go and people to watch.”  With that the man took a right and walked right through a building and out of Jeff’s sight.

Jeff looked around at the living who didn’t even notice he was still among them.  “Well I’ll be damned!”

 

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