Awesome (an acrostic poem)

As I step on the pointiest Lego in the history of Lego

Wishing that I had amputated that limb so long ago

Every day I try to make sure the floor is empty, but I miss something

Still, I keep the light off as I work my way out of the room

Or I might wake her up, and that would be horrible

My foot hits another plastic caltrop and all I can scream in my head is

Everything is…..

 

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Apocalypse Mom

This wasn’t her first apocalypse.  Hell, it was at least her third today, but now those around her were freaking out.  Yeah, things looked bad, but after all the stuff she had been through this latest meltdown was nothing.  She pumped her shotgun with one hand and grinned.  Today would either kill her or make her stronger.  It was up to her to find out which.  She threw open the door and the sun blinded her.

She bolted up in bed as the window shade spun.  The stupid thing must have decided to coil up on its own.  She took stock of her situation.  She was relieved that the world wasn’t going to end, but there was something about being a badass that she felt was missing.

Suddenly there was a scream, a crashing of something downstairs, and then someone crying hysterically.  Okay, so this would be her fourth apocalypse today, but she had this.  She just wished she still had the shotgun.

 

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Yell (an acrostic poem)

You shout into the wind until you have to steal some or pass out

Every part of your being is still so upset.  You bow your head down

Lamenting how life can be so unfair, it almost crushes your spirit

Lifting back up your head you begin to scream once more

 

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Yelling (an acrostic poem)

You just can’t make this stuff up

Every day there are more and more idiots out there

Living idiotic lives just to piss me off

Leaving me wanting to scream

I realize this may seem offensive

Now that I utter these words aloud

Give me a break, I know I am an idiot for someone else, so there!

 

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Scream (a 150 word story)

The click of an empty chamber fell upon recently deafened ears.  It was finally over, or at least Margret hoped so.  Then there was the creak of a door opening downstairs.  She dove under her bed.  She had dropped a couple of rounds when loading last time.  She just needed to find them.

The stairs creaked and groaned as the cause of the noise climbed to the second floor.

Margret’s searching hand slapped away a smooth metallic object.  She stifled a curse and pulled herself further under the bed.

The door to the bedroom opened.

Margret felt tears fall from her chin.  She closed her eyes and said a prayer.  Her hand still searching, her fingers found the fallen round.  She slowly opened the chamber and slid it in.  She frantically tried to locate her assailant.

The floor creaked.

Something grabbed her ankles and pulled.

She never got to scream.

 

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Final Exam Anxiety (a 100 word story)

Jess looked around the room.  She wasn’t the only one with questioning what was going on.  She had her final exam, but she wasn’t sure what she should do.  The professor had joked before he stepped out, telling them to cheat, but cheat quietly.

Jess looked questioningly at Fred.  He shook his head and went back to work.  Jess wanted to scream.  Did he mean it or not?  Was this the real test?  She wanted to scream!

Eventually she silently just did the exam on her own and left.   They all did.  No one was willing to take the chance.