Fancy (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing on the boring fundamentals was not his strong suit

All he wanted to do was gild the lily with as much gold as it could handle

Nothing made him happier than making those around him not feel plain

Causing them to bloom and allowing him to make them sparkle even more

Yet when he looked into the mirror he didn’t see anything …

Medal (an acrostic poem)

Maybe this was her Olympic chance.

Everything hung into balance.

Did she have what it would take?

As she leaned in for a kiss she had the answer

Looking for the gold, she was settling for the bronze.

 

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The Ring (a 100 word story)

The ring bound him to her.  He wondered what insanity had caused him to willingly volunteer to wear the cursed thing in the first place.  Still, in that moment of weakness, he had accepted her boon and doomed his soul.

He looked at the perfect circle of gold and thought about chopping the whole finger off.  He’d be better off maimed for the rest of his life.  He couldn’t do it though.  She had taken so much of his strength that he didn’t have the fortitude anymore.

Instead he closed his eyes and dreamt of her when she was alive.

 

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St. Patrick’s Day Drama (a 100 word story)

I found a pot of gold, but then the damn leprechaun mobsters began kicking my knees.  No one tells you about that.  Find the end of the rainbow they say, but no tells you to bring a Glock!  I never stood a chance.

Now I have an empty cast iron pot that smells like cow manure and a single gold coin I managed to hide.  Too bad it won’t pay for the emergency room visit for my bloody broken knees.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone!  That is everyone except those damned leprechauns.  They can go where the damn snakes went!

 

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Drive (an acrostic poem)

Distilling the world into its essence

Rebranding it as makebelieve

It could be labeled the fundamentals of insanity

Vivian loved it when she played with the alchemy

Eventually, her internal philosopher’s stone might create gold

 

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Writing (in 100 words)

Building a world on the back of words spun from the cloth of imagination can be hard work.  Finding a way to hack into the reader’s brain and deliver an experience that challenges as well as entertains, while delivering a message about the human condition seems impossible to even contemplate.  Yet everyday people sit down and try to articulate fully formed stories from the ether by sifting their thoughts through their souls to find the gold nuggets there within.  They then take that gold and refine it in their minds, burning off impurities, and pouring off the slag to reveal…