Injured (an acrostic poem)

It hurt so badly, but that wasn’t the worst of it

Now he had to suffer from the consequences

Just thinking about that put him in an emotional tailspin

Unable to find which way was up

Reduced to a quivering mess of trauma

Emily had dumped him

Devastating his self-esteem and libido

 

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Framed In (a 150 word story)

Framing the new wall in his basement, Marcus was finally content with its positioning.  It wasn’t his best work, but because of the urgency to get it done, he was happy with it.

He would have been even happier if Dave hadn’t messed up the old wall, making Marcus do this fix.  If the man could have just controlled himself.  But no, he had to keep one-upping Marcus.  Marcus had warned him there would be consequences, but Dave didn’t care and kept pushing.  Now he was gone and left Marcus to fix the problem.

Marcus picked up the first piece of drywall.  He tried to wedge it into place, but Dave’s fingers were in the way.  “Who knew dead bodies would be so uncooperative.”  He chopped off the offending digits, hung the drywall, and chucked the fingers behind it.  Good thing he had drained the body.

“Rest in pieces.”

 

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Cave (an acrostic poem)

Cavernous problems threatened to overwhelm Kevin.  So much to do!

And if that wasn’t bad enough, his kids were in open rebellion wanting him to play

Viewing his choices, Kevin felt he was in the dark, between a rock and a hard place

Eventually he gave in and played with his kids.  Consequences were for tomorrow

 

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