Petite (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps short was not quite the right word

Even diminutive didn’t fit her stature

There was so much crammed in that tiny package

It boggled his mind as he lay there

The fact that she graced him with a slight smug smile made his heart flutter

Even as his jaw throbbed from her uppercut

Like (an acrostic poem)

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Love was definitely too strong of a word

It was kind of possibly closer to admiring or appreciating

Knowing they were all related he gave up and confessed his feelings to her

Everyone laughed when he said to her “I prefer you.  A lot.”

Melt (an acrostic poem)

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Majestic sunlight splashed into puddles beneath the lush green canopy

Everything here was damp or wet from the extreme humidity

Locals here didn’t have a word for dry. There was no need

That’s why when his cousins from Iceland came to visit they would …

Pretty (a 100 word story)

Lincoln believed he was very confident in who he was, but still had this aching desire to be called pretty by someone.  Hell, anyone.  He was called many things, but never that magical word.

Finally, after a long time of searching everywhere, he finally heard the words, “You are pretty, Lincoln.”  It put such a huge smile on his face.

He wished he could have hugged the man in the mirror who said it, but instead he wrapped his arms around himself.  It might not be much, but it was a start.

He had to be the first to believe.

 

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Word Count (an acrostic poem)

When sitting down in front of her computer

Olivia began her daily penance

Racing fingers

Dancing on the keyboard

 

Crafting new realms from the ether

Outpouring her imagination onto the page

Until she felt she could write no more that day

Nanowrimo would push her to become the writer she wanted to be

That or break her will to write till New Years.

 

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