Chance (an acrostic poem)

Converting luck into action

He tossed the spinning dice from his hand

And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them

Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance

Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome

Everything random transforms into fate

Luck (an acrostic poem)

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Letting the coin spin in the air

Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise

Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content

Knowing that my future had been decided

The Fortune Teller (a 200 word story)

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The cards spoke of fate, but the future they predicted was always left up to interpretation of the one reading them.  Most people were almost illiterate.  Preston fancied himself better than that.

He pondered that conclusion as he stared at the cards before him.  He knew his present was a pair of jacks grinning at him, but his future?  The jacks might have been a good a few hands ago, but now he was down to just a two more big blinds.

“What will it be?” asked Jerry with that lopsided grin he always wore.  He sat behind a large chip stack that everyone at the table had been contributing to over the last hour or so.  Preston stared at his opponent trying to get a read, but Jerry was a stone wall. 

Preston thought about folding, but there wasn’t a promise of a better hand in the wings.  This was the poker player’s dilemma.  What did the future hold? 

The jacks were mute, but Preston decided that the future was bright.  He didn’t care if the light was that of victory or the burn out of defeat.  He adjusted his shades and matched Jerry’s goofy ass grin.

“All in.” 

Weakness (an acrostic poem)

Weeping muscles wailed at their fate

Every ounce of her being willed the boulder up the hill

Almost there she felt it slip away.  She sunk to his quivering knees

Knowing she had failed once again and the stone awaited her below

Now she could be smart and try a different tact

Every other route was open to her

Still, she trudged back down to gather up her burden

She was determined not to show…

 

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Guilty (an acrostic poem)

Grace without conditions was what was needed

Unless justice was allowed to prevail

I sat there, the proverbial gavel in my hand

Little did Leslie know I held her fate

Try as hard as I could, I could not acquit

Yelling foul I convicted her of traveling

 

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Helpless (an acrostic poem)

Hurrying down the dimly lit hallway, Chronus kept his mace handy.

Every step he took brought him closer to the dragon

Listening in between breathes, Chronus tried to locate the beast

Perspiration dripped into his eyes, stinging him and causing his vision to blur

Laughter boomed through the space causing Chronus to doubt why he came here

Especially since he didn’t stand a chance to win

Still he let loose a roar as he charged in the direction of the laughter

Sometimes you had to accept your fate