FIFTY WORD STORY – Hunting

The hunt was afoot. The whipping mix of leaves and wind wound through the air as his footsteps crunched the dirt. The trees were dense, and his sidelong glances at were cut short by gnarled roots. Suddenly, a large one snagged him and he hit the ground. The deer escaped.

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LOVE POEM #108 – Charity

Charity

 

will come to one with arms outstretched,

embracing them with crimson clothes

so they might cut a patchwork cloak

and bring warmth to those who’ve grown cold.

 

This concludes all the 7 Virtues and 7 Sins! I decided to make this last one more about…love of all people. Use the links below to check them all out:
The Heavenly Virtues: DiligenceChastityKindnessPatienceTemperanceHumility.

AND all 7 Sins: Greed, Pride, Sloth, Wrath, Lust, Gluttony, Envy.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Vengeance of the Herd

The thunder of hooves was behind him. They loomed, growing louder and louder like a symphony. The pack had become a whirlwind of terror when he had put a bolt through the smallest one’s neck, but instead of dispersing, they collected and came after him with a thirst for vengeance.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Rent

“…twenty, forty, sixty, eighty, eighty-five, ninety, ninety-five, and six-hundred! Looks like you get to stay here for another month,” laughed the landlord, “Ciao.” He waltzed down the line of second story apartments, dressed in slacks and a loose-but-expensive shirt, while I shut the door on my coffee stained pajama bottoms.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Sneaking

Sneaking is a favorite pastime of the shadows. They blend themselves between the shade like a streak of black paint, dematerializing until unsuspecting simpletons, as they call them, walk through their space. Then, they like to play a prank. Knocking keys, picking pockets, and catching coattails, just for a reaction.

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Bread – A Poem

Bread

The body of the blessed

best known for being sold

to blasphemous souls

and barren stomachs,

 

but perhaps it is better served toasted

with a patch of jam spread thin

across the open face of kindness

ever as righteous as the King is reflects.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Head in the Clouds

Had you heard that between my ears were only clouds and sunshine, you probably would have asked me to keep my smiles to myself. But instead, when you looked at me with your rainy, unknowing eyes, you gave me the chance to brighten your day, and we made a rainbow.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – A Path Diverged

It was at the fork in the road that I left them behind. They found the foliage too indistinct; too indecisive, while I thought the western road was more deserving. The autumn leaves rolled through the wind as I trod that path, and they waited for someone better to come.

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LOVE POEM #92 – SPARE CHANGE

Spare Change

 

It feels dishonest to call her a dime,

a penny, a nickel, or a quarter.

A fifty-cent piece doesn’t do it

and even a silver dollar falls short.

 

She doesn’t slip nicely between the folds

of my freshly bought dark brown wallet

like a twenty dollar bill, creased over

from its dozens of previous owners.

 

She might shine like spare change;

jingle like a pocketful of coins,

perhaps even grin like a president,

but to me, she’s priceless.

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LOVE POEM #87 – Roommate

Roommate

 

I felt your heart between my fingers

beating like a heavy drum

and forgave how broken you were

when I found you on that bench

 

bleeding in the black of night

after some boy had left you

covered in sticky red bruises

that you said you deserved.

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