Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion
Games!
>
Haiku
message 1801:
by
Caitlan
(new)
Dec 04, 2012 11:02AM
? My first semester starts in January. I'm leaving the little city I live in to go live in a smaller one.
reply
|
flag
Ah, got to love spur of the moment ideas. May I ask what college? If not, that's totally fine, Kat.
BYU-I. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I don't know how in the world I'm ever going to pay for everything XP
Oh, that's really cheap. My sister is transferring from there. You could pay your way through school (just about) there.
Here's something totally unrelated:Blood orange skyline.
Birds panic, take flight. Wildfire
consumes the outback.
Red skies on the morn,spreading throughout the bleak land.
The smell of burnt flesh.
I mourn the red skiesthat harbinger the dark night's
nascent discordance.
“Wildfire / consumes the outback,” “The smell of burnt flesh,” “the dark night’s / nascent discordance”--these are great images!The way he yelped when
he awoke always left my
sister in stitches.
While he had snoozed, my
cousins dropped a smoke bomb down
Uncle Joe’s britches.
Aunt Miriam wasnever the same after that.
She carries a switch.
It was the switch--oh,it makes me twitch, to think it
was the switch with which!
The back of my legshow the streaks of red burned me.
Water is like ice.
Just how pleasant theswitch was not is something my
legs never forgot.
Hahaha. That was great!Oh but not even
water could save my round head.
Exhaustion set in.
How long my achinghead was soaked; and our uncle’s
pants, how badly smoked!
Smoke always rose fromthe gray, eastern horizan.
Cries pleading for help.
Excellent sequence Stephanie, M & Guy!Signal smoke rises!
Sally forth, noble-hearts. The
last bell is tolling.
No man is an i-Pod. Ask not what doom the Dell
holds. Just turn and flee!
Long Island iced tea-music for the mouth. Apples
smash windows these days.
M, Al, Ryan, Stephanie, what a funny, imaginative, sequence. Apples in the eye
speak to the blacked out windows
and the whys unasked.
Very nicely written, Guy :)The question, unasked,
lingers loudest. An answer
sparkles in her eyes.
“No!” she answered, pulleda revolver, and said my
death would absolve her.
A wise man once spokeof iPods and doom. On ad-
vice, I fled the room.
The door disappeared,my doom was sealed with a click.
My ghost drifts through trees.
She cried, “Beware ofdrifting ghosts, of vanishing
doors, of Irish toasts!”
Toasts invite big roasts!Roasts of roast beasts! Lingering
in the bright, red fields.
The chef consideredbrisket, deciding at last
he shouldn’t risk it.
LOL, everyone. Thank you all for starting my work day with such play and wit!
But what about astew? It would more than do.
So the beast is food.
Without much ado,Captain Alex and crew sat
and gobbled the stew.
But they found poisonin that delicious, dark stew.
Over deck it flew.
The boatswain exclaimed,“I thought I’d die before I
ate my pumpkin pie!”
The first mate almost
said something rude, but feared it
would be misconstrued.
And the mice scatteredfor fear of Phil being stewed.
Oh, his precious tail!
While every mouse stuckout its tail, all the crew were
bent over the rail.
Down the food went andFramy gagged, washing his mouth.
Barge cackled with evil.
I agree with Kat! You guys are the best!
:D I must say I'm rather fond of this string of haikus too.
A few days later,under sail, while Stephanie
was checking the mail,
what she saw made her
eyes grow large: a suit notice
from Framy & Barge.
Pain and anguish filledher soul, for they required
M's poor, pet gerbil!
And the cat came backThey thought he was a lawyer,
So dropt the law suit.
But it turned out tobe a deadly assassin.
The gerbil used M.
“Gerbils!” muttered Mouse#1, watching the gulls
and the sinking sun.
"Always thinking ofyourself!" said Harriet, as
she pushed him off deck.
Mwahahaha. You mentioned martial problems.... And then you spoke of Phil.
Phil, shrieking, tumbleddown the ship’s side and spluttered,
“Harriet, you louse!”
He grabbed a porthole,
his arms wide, and said fervent
prayers to the Great Mouse.
We’re headed down to the camper for the weekend. The Internet reception there is terrible, and I may not get a chance to log back in before Monday. Have a great weekend, pirates!
The Great Mouse harrumphedand pulled him up. Harriet
began to plot evils.
Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company!
Books mentioned in this topic
Mugging the Muse (other topics)The Raj Quartet (other topics)
Marcovaldo (other topics)
Invisible Cities (other topics)
Confessions of a Taoist on Wall Street (other topics)
More...
Authors mentioned in this topic
David Payne (other topics)Thomas Merton (other topics)
Robert Payne (other topics)
Barbara Gowdy (other topics)
David K. Reynolds (other topics)
