Theft (an acrostic poem)

Then he realized his heart was missing

He looked around wildly, looking for who had stolen it

Ellen smiled, knowing the answer

Finally, he felt her hand in his and shook his head

That’s when he kissed her and tried to take her breath away

 

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The Gamble (a 100 word story)

Nothing was left in the tank.  The car had screamed at Greg miles ago that it needed sustenance, but Greg drove on anyway.  Why should the car get what Greg could not?

It had been twenty days since she had left him.  Now Ginny was on the west coast with her new job and new friends, and here he was in Cleveland, no money, no gas, and no chance of undoing any of his mistakes. To think at one time Greg was her bad boy.  Now he was just being bad.

He left the keys inside the stolen car and began walking home.  Sometimes you needed a long walk to clear your mind, but all the way to Atlantic City?

After two miles his feet were screaming.  Okay, maybe this walk was a bit melodramatic, but it would be a great story to tell Ginny’s sister.  She was hotter anyway.

 

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Fortune (an acrostic poem)

Feeling lucky I placed everything on double zero

Oblivious to the gasps at the table, I sat back contented

Reaching for the roulette wheel, the croupier set it spinning

The ball was sent orbiting in the opposite direction

Under my breath I started to pray

Needless to say I cursed when it landed on red 32

Everyone felt sorry for me, but I didn’t care.  I had stolen that money