Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

He went to join the
supposed fun until he saw
the caused commotion.

Guy hung from a rope
and M was tied to the mast.
Kat was fighting the

band of ruffians
who had boarded the ship. Tears
stained the captains face.

And up she looked to
the dark, crying sky, pleading
inside for Frank's help.

Haha, that took a dark turn! Excellent, Stephanie :)

Thank you. *curtsies*

When all seemed lost, the
ship they saved! Mighty charge of
the light-mouse brigade.

RotFL! That is so funny!

The tide turned, death ate
the losers, served by Franky's
army of muses!

Down they came and swept
the ruffians overboard.
The storms clouds dispersed.

Lives it had taken,
more lives it had saved, the blade,
long, thin, and engraved,

Kat fearlessly swung,
a Viking’s sword, forged of old
near a deep fjord.

With a snap, Guy fell
from the rope above onto
the tough ruffian.

"That's what comes," said Guy
with purpose, "from misspent youth
within the circus."

Upon Guy' return,
M sang loudly across the
ship with lovely songs.

Together they sang,
welcomed the dawn. On that day
a friendship was born.

Framy & Barge were
close to tears. “Stop!” they pleaded.
“Sharks can’t hold their ears.”

hahahahahahahaha!

Hahaha...

These little verses are just perfect for writing when you have a couple of minutes before leaving to run errands.

i can never keep up with you guys

Driven by need (a
bad note lingers), Barge invents
the first fish fingers.

Lol. And I agree, M.

Jim, neither can I.
But throw caution to the wind,
And you might just find

Haiku perversions
show up in the strangest ways,
and you'll laugh for days.


Ryan, Stephanie, M. So funny! Especially 3318, 3321, 3326.

Okay, what to write? Oops. I did already. Well, sort of. Maybe.

I see that I was short a syllable in Line 2 of #3321, so I’ve added one.

Taking Guy’s advice,
Jim soon got ready to throw
Caution to the wind,

but, at the railing,
she screamed and grabbed hold of him
and wouldn’t let go.

Guy balked at the touch
and ripped away. "In you go!"
he urged and, tying

a rope around Jim,
pushed him into the air, to
fly over the sea

where he could learn the
art of writing haiku in
all its perfection.

RotFL!


Curvaceous Caution
was prettier than she looked.
Thus Jim fell for her,

hook, line and sinker.
While both had looked for a line,
they'd found each other.

The unexpected
haiku foray to scenes etched
by Gustave Doré,

whose dark muse sings in
copperplate, struck Jim as quaint,
antique, and sedate.

RotFL! M, pure comic brilliance!

Doré's etchings paled
when M began to dally
with Salvador's paint.

Jim's interest was held
by the appearance of folly,
the profound as quaint.

Guy, I’m sorry for having written out of turn! Post 3331 wasn’t on my screen when I wrote 3332. I love the dally/Dali wordplay in 3335! I think of that sort of thing as a defining characteristing of your writing.

What utter folly!
The crew, as a chorus line,
sang “Hello, Dali!”

What an odd picture
they painted! Narvis’s wife
Loretta fainted.

And I love that this group has the knowledge to catch and appreciate that kind of word play.

No need to apologize for writing great haiku perversions! I almost blew coffee out of my nose @ 3332! Truly a brilliant reference and counterpoint of ideas and images. Quite simply amazing.

And 'Hello Dali'!?!!! OMG. If I'd been sipping coffee then, it would have been expelled through my sinuses!

Great train of haikus guys!

The picture was of
a large pit featuring poor
Loretta in a

prison cell with her
husband laughing above her
as he walked away.

Poor Loretta!

Reading the last post
by Stephanie, on my knees
I pled, “O muse, sing!”

Statuesque, she scowled
down at me. “Narvis doesn’t
rhyme with anything.”

"And why do I have to
do all of the work?" M's muse
asked and walked away.

M fell to his knees
on the ship's deck, begging for
her to forgive him.

M, tired of kneeling,
found some cheese and a bottle
of rum and waited,

in case forgiveness
proved less tearful and prompt than
anticipated.

And by that he was
right. She didn' return for
months, leaving him high

and dry next to the
parchment table, moaning and
trying to write songs.

Edward slapped him on
the back. "She'll come back...I
think," he tried. M sipped

from his bottle of
rum. And his parchment wished it
could have a sip too.

M stood at the rail
in the tropic heat. It was
sometime after one.

For his muse, he knew,
to treat him this way, was just
unlike Alison.

Nonplussed, he soon feared
he’d lost her to a muse who
was an imposter!

This imposter was
mean, unattractive and all
tartiness and pain.

LoL!


Alison's poser
was the chef hired to carve us
filet of Narvis.

When push came to cut
The chef learned that his hard heart
Couldn't mouse harvest.

Thus he turned into
a crabby muse all because
his boss fired him.

Denied laurels and
applause, and thrown overboard
in an evening breeze,

he scuttled, a pair
of ragged claws, across the
floors of silent seas.

Ray chewed a pencil,
spit out the lead, chewed a lace
from somebody’s shoes,

couldn’t get her out
of his head, that cute little
mouse who was his muse.

Ray had stolen M's
sweet muse. But how she missed M
with all of her heart.

Like water in a
well, if it doesn't have some
poor soul to truly

drink its sweet nectar
what is its purpose but to
dry up in the hands

of greedy jackals?
What purpose is there but to
fade out of the lives

too destructive to
appreciate the life it
gives to desperate

souls longing for an
entirely different
thing? How she missed M.

Stephanie, this is beautiful!

Thank you!

Stabbed,the sea monster
fell with a splash, its wriggling,
screaming prize stolen--

freed by Kat’s sword’s swift
flash that left a tentacle
bleeding and swollen.

Down the tentacle
fell, almost crushing Guy. "What
the blazes?" he yelled.

Poor Guy had been deep
in thought, unable to see
the object above.

Deep in lustful thought,
Me and my babe, whips, and chains...
Yes! Dominatrix!

Stephanie wrote: "Down the tentacle
fell, almost crushing Guy. "What
the blazes?" he yelled.

Poor Guy had been deep
in thought, unable to see
the object above."


LoL! That is so true!

Kisha, very funny!

Haha

Thanks thought I'd shake it up a bit, lol