Feigning to be someone you are not
As fun as it might be to try
Kills your authenticity
Especially when you pretend to be a leader
Fake (an acrostic poem)
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The Price of Love
Hal looked at Petunia as he left the bathroom. “My god, Petunia! What the hell did you eat?”
Petunia barely looked up from her position on the couch.
“No really. You blew up the bathroom and you didn’t even have the decency to even try to cover it up.”
Petunia closed her eyes and looked away.
“I mean, come on!”
Petunia still didn’t do anything. Hal began to feel stupid for complaining. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s just been hard, and you know about a man and his throne.
Hal moved over to the couch to sit next to her, but Petunia got up and walked away. “Why do you have to be that way?” he asked.
Petunia spared him the briefest of glances before turning away from him.
“Damn it, Petunia! Come here.” When she didn’t move Hal continued. “Is this how you’re going to treat me? You go out all night carousing, not coming home till the morning and you expect me to pretend nothing is wrong. The bed gets awfully lonely you know.”
Petunia left the room. Hal put his head in his hands. “I put a roof over your head.” He looked up from his hands at the door she had walked through. “I put food on your plate. I buy everything you have. The least you can do is give me a little attention!”
Petunia came back into the room and cocked her head to the side.
Hal sighed. “Fine. I’ll feed you first.” He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, Petunia following in his wake. He opened a can of tuna and put it on the floor. When Petunia set in on her feast, Hal scratched between her ears, unlocking a deep purr from her.
Hal sunk to the floor next to her. She hit him in the face with her tail. “Cats,” he whispered with a small smile on his face.
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Winter Blessings (a 100 word story)
The snow continued to fall, covering the refuse of Gary’s life. He smiled at the cold whitewashing of his previous mistakes. It gave him a crisp clean perspective on his past. The sad thing was he knew soon the sun would come out and the blanket of white would melt away, allowing his warts to once again be in plain sight.
At least for now he could pretend there had been nothing wrong as he sipped his spiked hot chocolate in front of the fireplace. Spring can take its own sweet time. He was happy to be buried in blankness.
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Pretend (a 50 word post)
Let’s play a game of pretend. Pretend you are a better person. Pretend you are kind. Pretend you are smart. Pretend that you matter. Keep pretending a bit more each day. My daughter pretends to be a princess every day, and I believe her. Make the world believe in you.
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Fake (an acrostic poem)
Fitting that they found out about the forgery
At least they were so focused on the painting that they wouldn’t notice me
Killing my enjoyment of swindling them all
Everybody trusts a cop, even a pretend one
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Cos She Knows Better
The two wizards stood at opposite edges of a pentagram drawn inside a large circle where the points of the pentagram almost pierced the circle’s edge. They had eyes only for each other, not noticing the gathering crowd waiting to watch the spectacle that was about to commence.
Eric of the Purple Cloak waved his arms in a rotated figure eight, summoning the spirits of his dead ancestors to give him strength in the coming ordeal. Luscious of the Red Order laughed before striking his staff into the ground, calling upon the life blood of the earth to pour into his magic.
The two wizards kept perfectly still, daring the other one to show weakness and be the first to attack. The crowd began to get anxious. They wanted to see what the two robed men were about to do, but it was cold out and the entertainment factor was quickly running out. The crowd began to disperse with murmurs of idiots and cross dressing clowns.
This angered Eric. He turned to address the haters. Unfortunately for Eric, this was seen as an act of aggression for Luscious, and Luscious cast his attack spell, summing an elemental of earth to crush Eric’s legs. Eric had to swallow his words and spin to defend himself, jumping into the air with gangly dexterity to avoid the perceived hands from accomplishing their mission.
Snickers rose from the crowd, but Luscious ignored their snide remarks. He unleashed his next spell firing a ball of negative energy spinning toward Eric’s midsection. Eric landed on the ground and managed to get his magically enhanced hands in front of him. Eric caught the ball of energy in his hands, and with a brief squishing of the ball, he managed to flash it out of existence. Eric then flung his arms forward and a howling filled Luscious’ ears as Luscious saw a spirit wolf fly through the air, saliva dripping from its ghostly jaws. Luscious brought his arm up to fend off the ghostly beast, but the wolf sunk its translucent teeth into Luscious’ elbow causing Luscious to howl.
A little girl in the crowd pulled on her daddy’s arm. “Daddy, what are those two men doing?”
Her daddy bent over. “Those are cos players,” her daddy said. “They dress up as someone else. These two are acting out a battle.”
“But I don’t see them fighting,” she said.
“They are pretending,” her daddy said.
Just then Luscious managed to land a spell into the leg of Eric causing him to fall to his side. Luscious wasn’t able to follow through since he appeared winded.
“Then I’ve got this,” replied the little girl. Before her dad could say a word, the little girl moved to the front of the crowd and pointed her hands in the shape of guns at the two cos players. “Bang bang. You guys are dead, and I win,” she said.
The two cos players smiled, then gave their best dramatic death throws before collapsing to the ground amid applause from the crowd. The little girl turned back to her dad and smiled triumphantly. “See, Daddy?” she asked.
Her daddy nodded but just then two Robocop knockoffs rode up on Segways. “Little girl, you are under arrest,” said the left knockoff in a metallic monotone.
The little girl put her hands on her hips. “Why?” she asked defiantly.
The second knockoff got off the Segway. “Killing wizards is a capital offense,” he said, almost keeping a straight face monotone throughout.
The little girl thought for a minute, then pantomimed putting her guns away. “I’m a little girl. I think it is a lower case offense,” she said.
That was it. The two knockoffs started laughing and that infected the rest of the crowd, including the dead wizards. Her daddy shook his head. “And I was worried you would be weirded out by all the costumes,” he said.
“Remember daddy,” the little girl said, “I play dress up all the time.”
Her daddy rubbed the top of her head. “You amaze me my little princess,” he said.
“Of course I do,” the little girl said. “Now can we get an ice cream cone?”
Her daddy called out in a loud voice. “Make way for my princess. She desires the ice of cream.”
As the crowd separated to let them through, the little girl patted her daddy’s arm. “And I’m not a princess,” she said. “I’m the queen.”
Her daddy smiled. “Don’t grow up too fast kid. Pretend you’re a little girl for a bit more.”
The little girl grabbed onto her daddy’s hand. “Okay Daddy, but I still want chocolate ice cream.”
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