Tube (an acrostic poem)

 

The descent into the underground left Tyler feeling uneasy

Until now the journey had been theoretical, a nightmare that could happen

But now Tyler stood while overhead there was millions of pounds of dirt and rock

Everything would be all right.  Just stay calm. But then the lights went out…

 

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Beast (an acrostic poem)

Boy, he was so beautifully handsome that it almost hurt her eyes

Everything about his appearance was just so perfect

And all he wanted was to be with her, forever.  A dream come true

So when he showed his darker side it caught her by surprise.  The nightmares began

They only ended when the monster sunk his claws into her mind and her will died

 

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Karma Conversation (a 200 word dialog)

“She’s the girl of my dreams.”

“You must be daft!  This is the girl who threw away your baseball card collection.”

“Yeah, she did do that.”

“And she was the one who made you get rid of your dog because she didn’t want the fur on her white carpet.”

“True.  She did do that.”

“She had to buy her Corvette which is why you that P.O.S. out in the parking lot.”

“P.O.S.?”

“Piece of”

“Ah, got it.  Yeah.  She does love that car.”

“And she stabbed you in the back by sleeping with your boss.  How can she be the girl of your dreams?”

“Oh, I meant nightmares.”

“Now that I can understand.  So tell me, why are you still with her?”

“I may have found the worst possible relationship, but that makes everything else seem so much better.  I can look at dropping out of college, working this crappy job, and realizing I’m not going to accomplish any of my childhood dreams and feel some sort of contentment.  It’s like I’m telling karma to go fuck off because I got this, so just hold my beer.”

“So let me see if I understand.  The sex is that good?”

“Yes.”

 

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Run Away (an acrostic poem)

Really Paul knew he should get out of there

Undercaffeinated and out of time

Nothing left in reserves

 

And yet here he was, a flaming branch in one hand

Watching the monster squint in his direction

All he wanted to do was to wake up from this nightmare

Yet he knew his alarm clock was never going to go off again

 

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Coup De Grace (an acrostic poem)

Cutting the chain of command in half was the catalyst

Utter pandemonium ensued

Order had to be restored quickly

Perhaps regime change couldn’t be bloodless

 

Determined to see it to the end

Edwardo led his strike force into the Basilica Democracia

 

Gunfire erupted around him, but soon it was repressed

Reaching the central chamber he was surprised to find it empty

Already the so called senators had fled

Could it be that the national nightmare was over?

Everything went white as the explosion destroyed that hope

Lego (an acrostic poem)

Little pieces of plastic

Enabling imaginations to blossom

Giving budding engineers an infinite test platform

Or parents a walking nightmare

 

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Olympic Nightmare (a 200 word story)

I wanted so much to be able to see you over there with an Olympic gold around your neck, and here we are.  It had cost me a lot of time, sleepless nights, and money helping you get that medal.  I went to so many practices, had countless sleepless nights due to my nerves waiting for you to preform, and then the trials.

Well we both know how you did at the Olympic trials.  I could not believe everything we had gone through imploded in that moment.  I knew your life was over when you didn’t make the team.  I couldn’t see you go through the rest of your life knowing you had missed your destiny so early.  How many years you would have to watch others achieving your dream?

That’s why I found this gold medal.  Yeah it cost me a couple of grand having that guys steal it from the German bobsledder, but it was so worth it.  Especially seeing it wrapped around your neck as you sway in the breeze.  I figured it was the best way to summarize your life.  Now you will be even more memorable than if you had won it on your own.

 

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Dare to Dream

The blank page is a warm blanket that an author can cuddle up under and nap.  They dream of worlds both seen and unseen, and the characters that those worlds contain.  Characters dance among the sugarplums, spinning yarns both big and small.  It’s only when the author wakes up that that blank page becomes a nightmare.  Therefore all authors need to learn to “sleeptype”.  Then the dream will awaken in the reader’s imagination, and the nightmare of writer’s block stays asleep.