Pop (an acrostic poem)

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Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.

Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.

Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?

Crab (an acrostic poem)

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Cuddly was not an adjective used to describe Timmy

Rarely was he not bellyaching or griping about something

And even though you would think he had a hard shell he was really a softy

Because of that people would just devour him when the season was right

Eggs (an acrostic poem)

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Everyone wants to know who came first

Gonna tell you, I know the true answer.  I wasn’t supposed to say a peep.

Give me a break!  My brain’s not scrambled.  This is no yolk!

So you want to bust my shell? Then I’m not telling you, so keep your nosey beak to yourself!

Restart (an acrostic poem)

Rust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy

Eroding the metal shell

Slowly stealing away the car’s soul

Transforming into reddish-brown dust

Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal

Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge

The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting

 

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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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