Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

Drink all the caffeine you want!

Thank you, M and Al, for both reading my little blog-like thing and your kind words. I've been collecting a few more little fushigis and will post when I get the chance.

Nice haiku, M. Will ponder a worthy reply -- well, I'll try to.

And my coffee pot just beeped! I'll drink one on your behalf, Al. Sante!

'Sante' is the French equivalent to cheers..

The infested moon
Oozed moon-dust, the dark charm
Of lonely lovers.

Jessica wrote: "Remember when he
crawled into a butcher's shop
and said, "I hear God"?

Remember when they
tied him up and put him through
the sausage machine?

And fed the whale with
his end bits, the on..."

Jessica, your Haiku keep coming back to me. I would like to post them in my blog, if you give me the okay. I will give you full credit complete with whatever link you'd like me to connect them to. Thank you.

The moon-dust fell slow
on cypress knees, on leaves of
overhanging trees,

in black reaches where
water rats breed among the
patches of duckweed.

Wow! Both real and surreal and funny, too!

Guy, I’d put Jessica’s writing up against anything in the Poetry group or anything in our invisible group offshore.

When I watch a movie, the settings, atmosphere of it, and sense of the characters’ presence sometimes stay with me for days. I’m still wandering the old house and the swamp in Dark Waters, an old movie I watched yesterday.

Oh, gosh--thanks for the compliments, everyone! And sure, you can definitely post them on your blog, Guy.

M, re Jessica's poetry, I agree on both counts. Hers is as good as the very best in those two other poetry places.

Al, Jessica would knock them dead. And I cannot speak for M, but I most certainly have NOT.

Jessica, thank you. I'll link the credits back to your profile here in GR. I am sure that when the blogosphere reads your poems, they'll want to see what else you've written. It will take a bit for me to put the blog together; once done, I'll post a notice.

Welcome back, Al! And thanks for the blog encouragement! It's a great feeling knowing it is being read.

My fushigi blogging has been diverted a little as I keep up with my friend Elisabeth's writing. Hence the short stories I've been entering. (And I've got an idea for another right up your alley — no pun intended!)

Anyway, yet another anemic, or maybe simply lunatic, haiku:

The black of the moon
Hides the paths of rats and snakes
Beneath the elms' knees.

And old oak trees creak
In naked fear as the winds
Blow lunatic riffs.

Yes, Al I got it and have surreptitiously said 'Yes.'

Don't worry about the 'writing mood'; creativity reflects our humanity, and there are times when it needs to, like us, sleep. It is nothing to be worried about. Of course, I'm making a Jungian sleep metaphor to someone who has a challenge sleeping sometimes. Feet in mouth disease. Sigh!

Was that a pun about my muse in #1138? She’ll be delighted! Nobody ever pays her any attention.

In the other lane,
there was a dump truck coming
on the lonely road.

A voice in her head
said, “You can fly like Batman.”
It was getting dark.

She hit him head on.
They found her out in a field
after her bat flight.

Alex, you’re funny! Just seeing what he was reading . . .

I remembered a case in torts about a lady who was driving along and a voice in her head told her “she could fly like Batman.” She lived through the car wreck and told that to the court. I don’t remember what became of the poor man who was driving the dump truck.

Al, I DO THAT TOO! My wife finds it amazing that I can't describe a person or what they're wearing, but will notice what book they had in their hands. When I'm watching TV I am always looking at the spines of the books if there are libraries in the show. This has gotten really distracting now, with HDTV.

Great story M!

And I'd like to say I was punning off your muse, but if I did it was from an unconsciously done perspective.

Funny Haiku Al.

Yeah, WSS is a bit addictive. I'm supposed to be working, and yet, I am not. Hmmmmm.

The young detective
assigned to the case wiped the
tiredness from his face.

He played back the old
cassette she’d been listening
to, songs by Roxette,

and in the background
the voice of her husband: “I
can fly like Batman!”

Residual sleep
fell down the tip of his nose
and stayed there awhile.

But the drowsiness
wore off toward a buff shine and
he asked for a dance.

"Residual sleep
fell down the tip of his nose
and stayed there awhile."

Wow! There isn't anything else I can say. Wow!

He felt it, came down
Heavy. . . there was no room. . his
eyes could take no more

They fell. . . poured away
did he choose to sleep, the man
called "sand man" made him!

I should definitely get some sleep. It is LATE!!!

He dances along
the old highway in shadows
cast by the moonlight

as the Will Bradley
Trio weirdly play “Celer-
y Stalks at Midnight.”

That song will go through my head all day.

She and he danced then
They were like young lovers but
they were just by heart

They had loved for long
sixty years! but it felt like
yesterday they met. . .

Al wrote: "His heart flutters with
the song of a rhythmic dance
as if in a dream."

Gorgeous. I love it.

These last bunch have been too good for me to create a quick haiku on the cheat while at work. Well done!

Thanks, Guy!

What is a poem
but a collection of thoughts
truncated by space.

The space to think thoughts
and to write them in a thread
is an amusement.

LoL! (Sorry, didn't follow the thread; this is an outlayer and can be ignored. GtM. LoL!)

I posted something that Goodreads didn't save it ! Hmmm. I'll see about re-creating it tonight when I get home.

I type nearly all my posts offline, on a word processor. Our Internet connection is terrible.

To go where no thoughts
have gone before, with space the
final truncation.

Cast off, ye pirates!
Realms of lore await our dar-
ing exploration.

LoL, M! This is an excellent play on worlds — and words, too.

Thanks, Guy!

Thoughts appear like
stars that come out at you from
the "heavens" like space

One soars forward like
no man has gone before. . . new
Dreams be "discovered."

My seventh heaven
will be Susan Oliver
on Rigel VII.

To ride the seventh
Rigel, the youngest Klingon son
Left Susan breathless.

Orion Slave Susan:
Jeffrey Hunter strikes out
Bring on Will Shatner

One starship captain
has seen a slave girl with the
allure of Vina,

who moves and talks se-
ductively. She has to wear
something, doesn’t she?

The fish net stockings
With the grace of a fine wine
Embraced her smooth legs.

It was in that moment,
That the space between his heartbeat
And her step was closed.

Excellent descriptive and sensual verses, Guy. Star Trek erotica! It may take me a few minutes to come up with one to follow this.

“I’m getting,” nonplussed,
Uhura rose: “something faint,
about fishnet hose.”

“The captain reports
he needs some lube,” barked Scotty.
“I’ll beam down a tube.”

“What could cause such a
planet to rock,” asked the helms-
man, “with explosions?”

“And where did all those
ants come from?” asked Spock. “Oh, my!
Those are Talosians!”

Sounds of intimate
relations shot through subspace
communications.

“Who on Talos,” gasped
Number One, “has our TV-
code captain undone?”

Captain Pike’s voice came
over the set. “Don’t send a
rescue team just yet.”

Thanks, M. & Al.

I confess to enjoying the direction you went, M. even though it wasn't 'where no man has gone before'! LoL! And I was, I confess, taking advantage of your direction to explore some of that already thorougly explored landscape! LoL.

Al, that was so funny! I'm still laughing. RotF laughing. What a great way to start the day!

Where no haikuist has gone before?

Poor Alex! I’m setting a terrible example. I’ll try to behave myself.

Okay, back to work I go, hi ho, hi ho, laughing all the way.

I’ve been laughing off and on about what Guy posted in #1181. Here’s the reply I wrote at lunch.

The captain in our
version of the show will bold-
ly tell what’s in store:

“To explore new moons,
shamelessly go where few men
have not gone before.”

Reply to Alex’s #1189:

“You’d think,” she said, “he
had never seen a girl wear
fishnet hose before,

and it drove him wild
that I was green. Talosians
lined up at the door.”

You’ll have to be patient with me. I’m very slow to write these. This is a link (I hope) to that particular episode:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cage...

They said: “What a scene.
What a blast! One of Desi-
lu’s all-time whizzers.”

Sadly, their ad-lib-
ing never got past Gene Rod-
denberry’s scissors.

Susan peered in the
cutting room door, where yards
of film were sprawling.

“It isn’t as though
I’ve not been there before,” she
clutched the jamb, bawling.

On the cutting room floor.