Attack (an acrostic poem)

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An army to the east and another to the west

That made his position in the middle very problematic

The command had told him to flee and save as many of his troops as he could

And that was tempting, but this was the small town his wife had grown up in

Couldn’t leave her family and friends to become at most a footnote in history

Knowing it was futile, he gave the order to charge. Maybe it would give them enough time to escape.

Curls (an acrostic poem)

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Cutting her hair, at one time, would make her cry. It was such a horrible experience

Utter fear would grip her upon sitting in the chair knowing she was at the mercy of the hairdresser

Red hair ringlets defined the core of who she was and were her pride and joy, so she was so particular

Letting the electric razor zoom across her scalp, she smiled.

Suck it, cancer! She would grow back stronger.

Spike (an acrostic poem)

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So many thorns that he couldn’t touch without being pricked intimidated him

Perhaps that was what was intended, but he wouldn’t let that deter him

It just made the pursuit of that simple touch that much more exciting

Knowing one false move, one wrong twitch would leave him sore and bleeding

Except when he finally got through and she smiled… it was worth all the pain

Nick (an acrostic poem)

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Notching her knife with a file, Katy smiled
It would make sure the slice would catch right there
Causing her to pause in her butchery
Knowing she wanted to savor Jim’s demise and not make it go by too quickly

Shrink (an acrostic story)

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She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”

He didn’t dignify her with a response.

Really? You don’t want to say anything?”

It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her

Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her

Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!

Break (an acrostic poem)

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Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor

Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket

Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say

As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood

Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…