Glue (an acrostic poem)

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Given how attached he was to her, how he loved her

Letting her go never entered his mind.  He wanted to be with her at all times

Under that notion, he physically stuck himself to her

Eventually, his mommy got the cat away from him, but not after lots of scratches.  Love was hard.

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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