Prime (an acrostic poem)

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Putting all her chips on lucky thirteen.

Roulette rewarded the three to five people who carried luck in their back pocket.

It made one wonder if they were a part of that club.

Maybe it was too much to count on since her skirt didn’t even have a front pocket, much less two.

Eventually, the ball landed on eleven, ending her night.  Time to hit the buffet and eat some of that beef.

Club (an acrostic poem)

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Can’t hear the person next to you even though they are shouting into your ear

Loud doesn’t start to describe the thump of the speakers

Under that audio assault, your body has no choice but to move to the beat

Becoming yet another cog in the music box machine

Cult (an acrostic poem)

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Come join our club, we have all the truth

Unless you challenge what we are selling

Let’s just say you’ve got to drink the Kool Aid

Then do what you are told.  We know better.  Or else.

Join the Club (a 350 word story)

Marty looked around the empty classroom.  He checked his watch again.  It was still 7:10.  He got up and made sure the sign was still hanging outside the door.  After verifying that, he went back to his seat and checked his watch again.  It was now 7:11.  He couldn’t believe he was the only person on all of campus that wanted to be a part of this club. He had put the meeting notice on all the school’s social media sites.   Everyone had to know by now that the interest meeting was scheduled to start at 6:30.  He looked over to the front table where two pizzas were getting cold.  He wasn’t hungry anymore but decided to grab a slice.  He opened the box that was the veggie lovers and took a limp piece out and placed it on his paper plate, dropping half his toppings back into the cardboard coffin it came from.  He was about to reach back in to get his remaining spoils when the door opened.

Marty spun around so fast that his pizza slice slid off the plate and landed cheese side down on the floor.  The woman who had entered was dressed all in black.  Her black makeup contrasted perfectly with her perfectly enhanced pale complexion.  She was a fallen angel, sent to him to give him the courage to move forward, he was certain for that.

The fallen angel looked around at the empty room.  “Is this the anime club?”

Marty blinked his eyes as he watched his waves of hope crash on the rocks of despair.  “No.  This is the interest meeting for the future world dominators.  It’s a club I was trying to start up.”

The fallen angel finally noticed the kamikaze pizza slice bleeding out grease on the industrial tile floor.  “You have pizza?”

Marty pointed at the boxes on the table behind him.  “Lots.”

A smile bloomed on her face.  “Sign me up!”  She walked past Marty to get to the pizza.

Right then Marty knew one day he would take over the world with her at his side.

 

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