Prototype (an acrostic poem)

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Putting together yet another try was one of the most satisfying things he did

Reaching down he snapped in the last fitting and took a breath, ready to see if it worked

Of course, building all these iterations was also one of the worst things he could do

They reminded him of the numerous failures he didn’t plan for, that he was a bad engineer

Only he knew there was almost zero chance that the first one would work out of the box

That was the stuff of myths, legends, and dumb luck

Yearning to know if this was the one, he flipped the on switch

Prepared for sparks to fly and flames to claim one more attempt

Except this time it didn’t burn.  It still didn’t work, but that was still progress?

Zip (an acrostic poem)

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Zero chance that anything will work now

If the flames hadn’t destroyed it, then the water that doused the fire had

Putting them back to having nothing

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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Adulthood (a 50 word story)

“When you’re an adult you can do anything you want.”

That’s what Ron remembered hearing over and over again growing up.  Now as he paid his credit cards and watched his bank account balance drift precipitously towards zero he wondered if they meant anything free, if he had free time…

 

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Zzz (an acrostic poem)

Zany hijinks left Harold so tired

Zipping up his sleeping bag he settled down for a good sleep under the sky

Zero sleeps  were to be had since it started to pour and he didn’t have a tent

 

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Red (an acrostic poem)

Redirecting my attention to my bank account

Eying the balance as it kept declining

Didn’t stop when it hit zero.  Uh oh!