Clash (an acrostic poem)

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Crashing together in mortal combat

Leaving corpses in our wake

As we fight towards the gates of Hell

Soon we are against those blackened iron spikes

Here we will make our eternal stand

Hole (an acrostic poem)

Her absence left his heart bleeding

Obviously this was a mortal wound

Leaching what little joy he had left into the darkness

Even as the rest of the world didn’t notice

 

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Consumed (a 100 word story)

The words called to his soul.  He ached to get away from their siren call, but there was no escape.

He felt them crawl into his brain, eating the cells one by one and replacing them with their offspring.  Sweet sleep would end his captivity, but the words would not give him his rest.  Soon he was driven mad.  He didn’t care what would happen to his mortal shell, the words were all that mattered.

The next morning was tough, and staying awake at work would be almost impossible, but the novel was done and that meant he found peace.

 

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Feud (an acrostic poem)

Fighting with words is what Norm did best

Eloquently speaking at hotly contested debates

Until he ran up against Mindy and got spanked

Doubling down he now considered her his greatest mortal enemy… and wife

 

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