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Actor (an acrostic poem)
All she ever let them see was her screen face
Cold, aloof, mysteriously beautiful
The fact is she was scared, scarred, and so plain was something to hide
Oh there were times she thought about letting go of the persona and just be
Reality was she was too committed to her craft to let her audience down
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Arrival (an acrostic poem)
As the alien ship slowly descended to the ground
Rachel tried to hold it together. She wished Lisa wasn’t late for their date
Reality seemed to warp, making her knees buckle as the craft touched down
It slowly opened to reveal a blinding light
Valiantly she took one step forward, then the second
As she got closer, she could see vague shapes
Later, Lisa looked at the scorched earth and wondered where Rachel was
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Space Travel (an acrostic poem)
Stars stare without blinking
Putting me ill at ease as I float here
And wonder if I will ever feel solid ground beneath my feet again
Can’t believe those brilliant blue skies are so long gone
Everything out there is so black
To be an interstellar adventurer
Really should be so much more exciting
And it was two years ago, but now?
Viewing the infinite from inside my craft
Everything just seems so small and too large at the same time
Leaving me to wonder why I booked this flight
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Writing Craft (a 100 word story)
Tim looked at the shards and fragments of his many broken story ideas. He poked through their remains. Each was as pretty as a stained glass window, but every time he tried to hang one on a sheet of paper they would come crashing to earth. Now they were just jagged pieces of color.
He almost just threw it all away when he had a thought. He began to nudge the pieces together and laying new prose as the glue. Soon a new, even more vibrant, picture began to emerge.
Tim wondered if that is why they called it craft.
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