Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

LoL! I'm now off to take ML to the mall. Have fun!

If this is what happens when your feeling sick and bored, then perhaps you should consider taking up this terrible ennui and hypochondria professionally on a permanent basis. I was especially susceptible to the scene in message 3242 then again I love the absurd and the unexpected. Hi I'm new here it was a nice surprise to read what you had written.

Reply to #3222:


The head of Star Fleet,
red in the face, banged his fist
on the podium:

“It’s a galactic
disgrace--M’s” (cough) “space harem,
the Plasmodium!”

RotFL!

Hello Karl, welcome to WSS - Haiku gone wild. Where's the camera?

Al! M! OMG these are so clever and funny! Loved 3245! Still laughing.

Guy: Star fleet my ass!
They're as fit to command
as Frank's flawless butt.

Neve: That's uncalled for!
I have never met a germ
who didn't like me,

And that has kept me
fit for fleet and fleet of foot,
fighting for M's flock.


Guy: Is Frank the germ
That feeds plasmodium's fire
and keeps them scratching?

Or does he pull rank
and abuse his place as muse
to the ship's captain?

Neve: I've never seen
the musing Frank abusing
M's red-laced harem.

He takes great pleasure
in spreading his germs with them
whenever he can.

Guy, you’ve invented a new form! Popcorn-served dialogue tends to show up everywhere now, but you’ve synthesized muse corn and 5/7/5 verse.

I like Neve! “I’ve never met a germ / who didn’t like me” is one of the wittiest, funniest lines ever posted in the haiku thread.

M, I wish I could take credit, but that is Al's invention. See post #3178. And, after that my post #3181 and Al's brilliant! #3245.

Oh! Congratulations on your poetical accomplishment. Wow! Your poem will be distributed to 7million goodreads members! That brings the biggest smile to my face. I love that your beautiful writing will be shared with so many.

Congratulations indeed, M! 'The Old Municipal Pool' is simply beautiful. Your writing is an inspiration.

M wrote: "...

I like Neve! “I’ve never met a germ / who didn’t like me” is one of the wittiest, funniest lines ever posted in the haiku thread."

M, I missed that when I first read your post. And so, thank you M! I am sure that I don't believe you, but thank you.

This is just great, guys XD

Hello, Al. I kind of figured it would be at least the opposite of flabby, given your impeccable taste.

But flabby fit the line. Hmmmm. What else?

... buoyant butt? LoL! Not bad, actually.
... rock hard butt? Nah, don't like it.
Got it! ... flawless butt! LoL. I've already edited it.

We sailed all day and
we sailed all night. We wound up
where we started, O!

Veered to the left, veered
to the right. The captain’s been
at the rum balls, O!

LoL!

"Yo, ho, yo, ho a
pirate's life for me," they sang
as they swigged their ale.

“The pirates have had
too much to drink,” said Narvis
to Malcolm and Clyde.

“Guess what that doctor
hid under the sink?” he laughed.
They listened, eyes wide.

"A bucket full of
aged brandy," Narvis whispered.
They gasped in surprise.

"He uses it to
seduce his lady friends; to
reel them in like fish."

Ray sat at the old
typewriter, having put in
one more all-nighter,

his throat dry, his eyes
sandy. Here came the guys with
a tub of brandy!

“The captain’s been scarce,”
muttered Phil. “I don’t like it.
It makes me afraid.”

“I know,” grumbled Clyde.
“It bodes ill. Frank’s been banging
the scullery maid.”

Malcolm’s ears perked up.
His jaw went slack. “Listen! I
think the captain’s back.”

Who knows about mice? I wouldn’t give any of that a second thought. Poor Frank!

Earl glanced nervously
aside. “I’d keep out of sight,
if I were you, Clyde.”

Re: #3254. Ryan, thank you! I really appreciate that. I’m sorry I’m so slow to read the threads.

Ahaha, that last one is great XD

Thank you, Kat!

message 3270 is superb!

The ship sailed on a
quiet sea, and the mice were
cozy in their naps

as Frank prowled the ship
stealthily, setting out rat
poison and mouse traps.

So funny, M!


On the ship at sea,
all Al sought was honesty
and a clean fun ship.

In the below deck
the mice ate the crumbs and dreck
at a first rate clip.

And in their small way
helped the crew to make each day
smell fresh as cowslip.

Did he accept your apology?

My connection out here is terrible! I posted this hours ago. I see now that it never made it past the pine trees at the crossroads.

Bored in the crow’s nest,
Stephanie scanned the horizon
for gold-laden ships.

Edward searched for a
lost key. Kat sat mending sails,
suturing the rips.

Haha.

M stood at the ship's
prow bursting into sweet songs
full of laughter and

subjects that sent Guy
thinking for days on end. Guy's
fair lady complained.

Stephanie, RotFL! So funny! LoL! And, of course, M's done it again. I've been thinking/writing for a while, instead of writing stories! LoL.

Haha. I wonder is it just a coincidence Kat, Edward, and I all got quiet jobs?

Hello Al. New photo. I like it! Very interesting.

Yes, very good interesting, Al.

And Stephanie, I don't know if it was coincidence or a synchronicity. My guess, because it came from M, is that it is a synchronicity.

I’m laughing at the exchange between Alex and Kat:

#3280 (Alex): “I made it up to Frank for overreacting. I felt awful for yelling at him.”

#3281 (Kat): “Did he accept your apology?”

#3286 (Alex): “Yes, multiple times.”

Agreed, Guy.

?

I agree with Stephanie :D

Well, in a metaphorical way, Edward is always looking for the key to something, usually plot or character related. Whoever’s in the crow’s nest is, at those times, the eyes of the ship, looking into the distance. Wind is the inspiration that propels the ship, the sails the means by which those invisible forces are caught; but sails are in chronic need of mending, and it takes someone who has an intuitive feel for it.

Glad we newbies got some explanation. :) Did I say I love this place? I wish I had more time to spend here instead of just popping in and out.

Hi, Jim!


In sudden quiet,
the year new, the world resumes
its clerical ways,

having forgotten
the frenzied ado of the
merry holidays.

Hi Jim. Like you, I would like to spend more time here. Now to write a Haiku?


M at the ships' prow
gave the crew a view of now
and the truths of how.

And how fare was Guy
to his fair lady at sea?
As fare as could be?

No. M knew better
And sent to her a letter
That truly helped her

to see the sea's truths
that even the captain rues,
an ocean of blues.

blue skin mirrors sky
the ocean in your cupped hands
my child, will not stay

To seek out the world
The ocean a landscape, now
visions, flat earth torn.

(Eh. I guess that wasn't very good).

**


the disharmony
of the city is fading
into Nothingness

a cacophony
of sounds being swallowed by
the din of Silence

while the Ocean gets
its final winds as they sail
into the black Storm

These are beautiful!


A faraway surf
echoes in seashells’ chambers,
her yellow-blonde strands

tangled by a breeze;
from low-tide sands, a smell
of rotting timbers.

Beautiful and dead
she lay, as though in deep sleep,
on a rotting deck

mossy from cold spray.
A towering thunderhead
loomed over the wreck.

Wow! So beautiful. The talent here never ceases to amaze me.

A quicksilver bolt
tore sky asunder. Fair maid
gone. The ocean weeps.

What a pleasure to read all of these!


Obstreperous skies
Shake the captains's confidence
and trick her sailors.

“Where are you going?”
a lone seagull screeled in wind
that whipped the storm sails,

thunder echoing,
the pirate ship heeled, awash
the carved leeward rails.

Down in the chartroom,
by lantern light, Stephanie
plotted their bearings.

On deck, in the gloom
of oncoming night, Edward
heard the crew’s swearings.