Costly (an acrostic poem)

Casualty numbers kept trickling in

Obscuring the greatness of the victory

Still, Vincent had to admit he’d lost over a quarter of his troops

They sold their lives dearly though

Littering the fertile fields with their enemy’s dead

Years later the soil still held the scent of their sacrificial blood

 

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One Fewer For The Enemy (a 200 word story)

The killing field surrounded her as if she was in the eye of the storm.  Bodies strewn all over, stabbed, shot, burnt.  Not another living soul was in sight.   Fallen comrades in arms were strewn among the remains of their enemies.  It was a miracle that she was alive considering how much of her own blood stained the ground beneath her feet.

Her unit had been sent out to stop the approaching horde.  Their village had been decimated by the plague, so they could only send out farmers and those too old to serve anymore.  She was amazed they had stopped the monsters from taking away what was left.

She was so tired, but there was still there was more to do.  She lit her torch and began to burn those bodies closest to her.  The stench of sizzling flesh stung her lungs and eyes, but she didn’t pause as she raced to set more of the fallen ablaze.

The battle had been fast, but not fast enough.   She tried to cry, but the tears were too tired to come.  As the moon rose, so did the fallen.  She could only set herself on fire.  One fewer for the enemy.

 

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Those Damn Shoes! (a 100 word story)

Claire wore many hats.  She absolutely loved them, switching between them multiple times every day, but it was always the shoes that she was deathly afraid of.  She could be mom, wife, daughter, confidant, friend, enemy, goddess, and demon, but when it came to shoes, well, then she felt she had to pretend to be someone else.

That’s why she decided one day to just go barefoot.  It meant sometimes stepping on things the wrong way, freezing her toes, or just having her feet absolutely filthy, but they were always hers, and she could sleep well at night knowing that.

 

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Contagious (an acrostic poem)

Coughing unleashed the invading fleet into open space

Outbound they honed in on their target

Nearing insertion they began to establish a beachhead

The defenders began to rally, but initially their attempts were repulsed

As the invaders worked their way deeper into enemy territory

Gains came at a cost as the defenders began to rally

Increasing loses piled up as the invaders lost ground

Orders to retreat passed thorough the remaining invaders

Under extreme pressure the invaders began their exit strategy

Soon a another cough sent the survivors onto another battle

 

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Spent (an acrostic poem)

Still the enemy poured out of the hills, a river without any end

Percy looked at Harry.  “What are we to do now?” he asked

Everything they had tried was to no avail.  All seemed a loss

Now the real final battle was forced on the ragtag leftovers

To that end Harry screamed, pointed his wand, and ran towards destiny

 

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