Mile (an acrostic poem)

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Making that walk down the hallway, her feet heavier with each step

If she had more time to think, more time to make sure, more time to know if this was right

She was now having doubts, yet here she was wearing white and wondering if she had an “I do” in her.

Everyone was waiting, but looking down that aisle felt like she was walking her last…

Clue (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t figure out how it was done

Leaving me puzzling and scratching my head

Until I finally put two things together

Eventually knowing it was Mr. Green, in the hallway, with the revolver

 

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Hostile (an acrostic poem)

Hacking the electronic lock was Pascal’s job, and it should have been easy

Oscar pointed his gun down the hallway and let loose a short burst

“Still can’t open it?” he yelled as he pulled back around the corner

“Too much going on,” she grunted as she tried again

Instead of responding to her, Oscar jumped back into the hallway

Letting have her a few more moments

Even as his body fell to the floor and the door finally opened