Going to try their luck
As they roll the dice one last time
Maybe this time they will win
Even though as they released the tumbling cubes
Something twisted in the universe
Games (an acrostic poem)
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Stand (an acrostic poem)
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
Dizzy (an acrostic poem)
Don’t ever stop spinning around
It makes you the center of the universe
Zany as that sounds
Zero reasons not to do this unless
You get motion sickness easily, then…
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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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Futz (an acrostic poem)
Fidgeting with her pen
Until the button stopped clicking
Tilda picked up her papers and started to shuffle them
Zoning out once more to the rhythm of her universe
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Lego (an acrostic poem)
Letting her imagination explode
Every brick was a word, and with them, she created a story
Giving life to the brightly colored plastic bits
Opening a new universe of possibility
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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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