Tribe (an acrostic poem)

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They were always looking for a place to settle down in

Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey

It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch

But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter

Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…

Blast (an acrostic poem)

Bombs went off in his head when Lindsey announced she was pregnant

Liam was blown away.  “How could that have happened?”

And that caused Lindsey to explode into laughter.

So now you want to know how babies are made?  That’s a riot!”

The roar of blood rushing to his head was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

 

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Helpless (an acrostic poem)

Hurrying down the dimly lit hallway, Chronus kept his mace handy.

Every step he took brought him closer to the dragon

Listening in between breathes, Chronus tried to locate the beast

Perspiration dripped into his eyes, stinging him and causing his vision to blur

Laughter boomed through the space causing Chronus to doubt why he came here

Especially since he didn’t stand a chance to win

Still he let loose a roar as he charged in the direction of the laughter

Sometimes you had to accept your fate

100 Word Story #6 Pillow Fight

“To the max, and beyond!”  I know that’s not right, but the five year old I swing my pillow at doesn’t seem to notice.  She attacks me with a two handed over the head pillow chop, threatening me to split me in two.  And by splitting me in two I mean from deep revitalizing belly laughter.  I collapse to the ground, taking her down with me, both of us gasping for air between the laughs and tears.  This is just what we needed since her mother wasn’t coming home again.  At least this was one battle we both could win.