Fruits (an acrostic conversation)

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Focus on the cornucopia of sweetness in front of you”

Really dude?  It’s like oranges, bananas, and like coconuts.”

Unless you learn to see the totality of sweet vitamins and minerals you will be lost in carbs”

Isn’t that stuff loaded with carbs?  Like, that’s why it’s sweet, dude.”

That may be true.  Can I interest you in a zucchini?”

Stay far away from me with that thing.  You might poke an eye out.”

Chef (an acrostic poem)

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Cuisine so fine that that it demanded to be taken out for a dinner date

He showered her with flavors that were tart, sweet, salty, and spicy

Everything balanced to a perfection, a true masterpiece of culinary art

Food may be temporally empheneral, but the memories of that meal will be eternal

Sweet (an acrostic poem)

 

Saccharine dreams and ideals permeate her world

Winding her up into a sugar coma

Everything becomes a surreal new reality

Enabling dark pits and holes to grow in the enamel of her TV smile

That didn’t matter though, because the nothings told her so

 

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Tarts (an acrostic poem)

The date had gone well till dessert

At that point, her expression soured

Ralph let go of the final pastry

The fact he had not even offered to share made the atmosphere acerbic

So he learned a lesson.  Skip the sweet stuff till the date is done

 

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Candy (an acrostic poem)

Confectionery concoction tempting my sweet tooth

Alluring in its simple primal call

Needless calories prostrate in front of me

Do I give in and experience their rapture?

You will have to tune in next time to find out

 

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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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Margarita (a 100 word story)

Martha smiled as she sipped her margarita.  It had just the right amount of sweet and tangy, and the brim had the perfect amount of salt.  This all-inclusive resort was amazing.

She looked around the rest of the pool bar area, taking in all the couples slowly drinking their way till dinner and she wondered maybe this wasn’t the place for her.

She then had another margarita and decided it didn’t really matter.  Her drink could be her plus one.  And if this relationship didn’t last, well there was always the next one.

Luckily the pool caught her all tears.

 

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Crash (an acrostic poem)

Counting the number of ceiling tiles for the fifteenth time

Resisting the siren call of sweet sweet slumber

As the voice of the teacher droned on and on

Still the class would just not end.  Had entropy died?

How bad was it when I realized I had drooled all over my desk as I woke up

 

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