Stand (an acrostic poem)

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Still there she was, even after he had left her

The universe was shattered, her everything was gone

And yet she was still upright

Now she didn’t know what to do, or how she would go on, but

Determined to not let him down, only then did she fall to her knees

Scarf (an acrostic poem)

 

So do you want to take a small trip with me?

Care to see what the universe holds?

And as a bonus, you can travel not only in space but also in time

Really it will be a jolly good jaunt in my little Tardis over here

For we will try to avoid the fiddly “exterminate” bits

Remote (an acrostic poem)

Reaching out without touching

Enabling change without moving

More inventions using voice were created

Only they paled at the ability to point and click

The universe of television opened up

Even when you didn’t have kids to change the channel

 

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Pickpocket (an acrostic poem)

Passerby contribute to my well being

It warms the cockles of my sooty heart

Catching wild wallets, harvesting random rings

Keeping the richest, releasing the too poor

People might think I’m a thief

Only they couldn’t be farther from the truth

Culling the slow and the dull from their possessions

Karma dictates I do my part for the universe

Entrusting me to mete out cosmic balance

To add to my bank balance

 

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Master of the Universe (a 100 word story)

John was the master of his universe.  He controlled his schedule.  He would sometimes miss meetings just to show the others there who was really important.

He came and went as he pleased, and everyone had to react to his timeline, or he would ignore them out of existence.  Most people couldn’t handle being treated like that, but John didn’t care.  It was all about him damn it.

At least that’s what he told himself as he downed the rest of the bottle.  As he staggered down the street, he wondered how much he could hock his AA pin for.

 

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Dream State

Bill looked around the small study room.  He closed his quantum physics book and grimaced.  That grimace quickly flipped into a bemused grin as he looked at Cherie.  “This stuff hurts my head.”

Cherie matched his bemused smile with one of her own.  “It’s supposed to.  It’s how everything in the universe works.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Bill said pointing at the book.

“Okay Einstein, what do you think is happening?”

“What happens if this is all one big simulation or even a dream?”

“A dream?”  She knocked on the table.  “Seems a pretty solid dream.”

“No really, pretend I am the only being in the universe.”

Cherie sat back and crossed her arms.  “Then what am I, chopped liver?”

“You would be a figment of my imagination.”

“With all my personal problems you have one fucked up imagination.”

“I never said I wasn’t a sicko,” Bill said.  “I would need everything to keep me as sane as possible though.  Otherwise, I would be a real whack job.”

“I think your dream isn’t working too well if that’s the case.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“I’m here for you.  Or maybe not since I don’t exist.”

“Hey, I said it was just a theory.”  He put his book in his backpack.  “Till the next time I see you.”

Cherie shook her head.  “I hope so, otherwise I wouldn’t exist.”

Bill laughed to himself as he left the room and closed the door.  He walked down the hallway daydreaming about his hypothesis.

Behind the door there was nothing.

 

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