FIFTY WORD STORY – The Hook

The hook dangles, shining in the aquatic light. The dead worm seems to writhe in the current as unsuspecting fish swim by. A small one spies it and—his curiosity getting the better of him—he takes a bite. Suddenly, he is ripped from the water into the murderous air.

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Door Dog (and Other Haikus)

Release

A breath like fire

flows as steam through my nostrils

until the heat fades.

 

Crush

A hundred heartbeats

crammed into half a second

marks when I see you.

 

Too Much Reading

All the words seem blurred;

the ink blended like black rain

bathing a blank page.

 

Breakable

Hollow and heart shaped

forged in a hearth just for you.

Please handle with care.

 

Door Dog

He waits by the door

hoping that I will take him

or he will stop me.

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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 – Tree Climbing

He scaled the western side of the tree. It had seemed like a good idea—yet now, high up, he saw through thin, gnarled branches that the eastern side, despite early treachery, had long, thick limbs that rose up high to face the sun, and would have guided him higher.

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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 – New Greens

The horses trod through the plains. The grasses had withered with pestilence before being torched. The blackened path was marred with scorched rocks and ashen branches. Yet the smoke had passed, and the sky was smiling upon the broken fields. We could see new buds poking through, like leafy phoenixes.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Spineless

He awoke spineless. It was as if the bones in his limbs had turned to mush. His fingers would flop back and forth like a rag doll, and every step mimicked a tower collapsing. Yet he walked with greed; filled with the desire to break everyone as much as him.

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MUSIC SERIES – Under the Wheel

This poem was inspired by Time by Pink Floyd! Let me know if there are any songs you’d like me to write about.

 

Under the Wheel

 

When my skin began to shrivel

I knew Fortune’s spinning wheel

had snared me in its crooked spokes

and sentenced me to my last years.

 

The somber day came when I slipped;

the strength I’d used to climb her rungs

was at last sapped from my muscles

and she rolled o’er my shrunken form.

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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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