Panic (an acrostic poem)

Pushing through the masses running the opposite way

Andrea finally found the source of the hysteria

Necromancer and his undead minions were inducing dread

It made her furious and that insulated her from the induced terror

Clutching her glowing baseball bat she yelled, “Batter up!”

 

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Listen Carefully (a 100 word story)

The conversation around the bonfire grew quiet as Ludwig stepped into the circle.  The campers scooted back a bit in anticipation to what was about to happen.

Ludwig rubbed his hands together and then began to sign his tale of terror.  Some averted their eyes, not wanting to hear about the horrors, but others stared with rapt attention.

Soon Ludwig concluded his tale of woe and the hands of his audience waved back and forth in appreciation, even the monster that was hiding in the tree line.  Tonight he would go hungry, because it was that good of a story.

 

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Darkness (an acrostic poem)

Deep underground was where Rick felt most comfortable

As he wandered the tunnels, he swore he could feel the earth’s heartbeat

Reaching for a small glittering rock he dropped his flashlight

Killing the only source of his light

Now he groped along the now unfamiliar tunnels

Each second a moment of terror

Step by step, slowly trying to retrace his steps

Secretly knowing all was lost