A Bad Idea (an acrostic poem) part 6

Another note greeted Mike

 

But he refused to look at it yet

Allowing himself a chance to down a scotch

Determined to stop this cycle

 

It came to him maybe he should set fire to the thing

Deny he had ever seen it

Even maybe go to the police about it

At last, he opened it and groaned at what he read

 

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Ashes to Ashes (a 100 word story)

The ashes drifted down from the sky, covering everything for miles.  Those ashes were people’s lives and memories, and he was there to stop more people’s memories from clogging the landscape.

Davis picked up his shovel and began to dig once again.  While the task was physically and mentally grueling, he kept thinking how good it would feel to wash off those memories when the job was done and the fire was contained.   But for now it was him and his shovel, and he wasn’t going to let those people down.

Memories are precious and shouldn’t go up in smoke.

 

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Crabby (an acrostic poem)

Camping by the frozen stream wasn’t Nick’s idea

Rachel loved winter camping so much

After using all her leverage, she finally convinced him to try

Being so cold shouldn’t be possible, Nick thought

But here he was freezing and fuming, trying to feed the fire twigs

Yet even Rachel asking him to join her failed to warm his disposition

 

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Fresh (an acrostic poem)

Fumbling for words after typing over 250,000 of them, Ward began to hate his keyboard

Really it had to be that, or the computer itself, or maybe the lighting

Everything felt stale and lifeless no matter what he tried

Shutting down his machine, Ward was about to walk away, but decided to try again

He ended up setting fire to his house when the computer wouldn’t start.

 

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Burnout (an acrostic poem)

Before the roof collapsed in, scattering shards of flame high into the night

Uncle Raymond removed the last of his pets, a goldfish named Mikey

Rachel laughed that Mikey was swimming in Uncle Raymond’s snow boot

Nifty Idea?” he asked holding up his prize.  “It was the only thing I could grab to use.”

Olivia, Raymond’s second wife could only cry silently as the sirens cried aloud

Until that moment, Rachel though everything would be okay, just like Mikey

That changed as Olivia’s tears fell to the parched earth

The Phoenix Arises

Softly the flames transformed the snowflakes into steam returning to the heavens.  It did the same to my precious memories as I watched my house burn to the ground.  My iPhone had died in the fire.  It was actually one of the first things to light up, and to be honest I felt relieved.  Slowly the fire sated itself and more of the snowflakes were surviving their journey to the remains of my life.  I began to shiver as the warming fire of my former life sputtered and died.  I waved at my fill in corpse as I headed into the forest behind my former house, confident that the falling snow would cover the transition into my version of the afterlife.