Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

“For me,” he exclaimed
with a wince, “this is too Twen-
ty-Thousand Leaguey!”

Then, noting a co-
incidence, he rushed off to
blog the fushigi.

"A type of food this
fushigi must be!" exclaimed
a careless stranger.

Starving wolves howled
at the promise of dinner.
But it never came.

wolf's fur on bramble
hunt on a landscape, not mine
no more than a dream

Beautiful, Stephanie and Jim!

Thank you, M! And nice, Jim, I like it.

The dark moon sheds light
on grey fur, through leaves and trees.
Sorrow in their hearts,

wolves travel in packs
wandering through a cursed land,
hoping for brave Jared.

He had led them straight
and true, never failing and
almost never blue.

I said to Moira,
“The white wolf knows lonesome trails
through the Yukon snows,

with not a breath of
wind to shake the dark-firred shores
of the frozen lake.

Strewn there are jagged,
frost-spalled stones and brown remains
of prospectors’ bones.”

Wow, M! Wonderful!

Thank you, Stephanie! I was inspired by your #3360.

Glad I could be of service.

Moira's breath steamed in
the frosty air as she stood
on her two feet in

the brown, crusted dirt.
Down she went and morphed into
a wolf, becoming

one with the pack and
continuing the search for
Jared the white wolf.

@ 3356-7. RotFL. LMHO. Sooooooo funny.

Jim, M, Stephanie, beautiful and mythical. Fun to read!

Neve: I don't get whips!
Guy: Try them: you might like them.
Prof: Everyone does!

I think my posts are a bit out of sync with you guys, sorry.

Jim, I think your verses are highly original! Please keep posting them.

Early this morning,
The morning sun glares at me,
Damn, time to get up.

No, you're doing great, Jim! And thanks, Guy!

I shake my fir and
stretch my legs. My time as a
wolf has not been long.

Compared to Black Moon,
I am but a tiny tree
sapling hoping to

grow not only in
size but also wisdom. They
say I would be good

for the great white wolf.
Some say it is time to let
him leave forever.

Jim Pascual Agustin wrote: "I think my posts are a bit out of sync with you guys, sorry."

Not at all! Your haiku are excellent, so keep on posting them.

Ah, Kisha,

To wake with the sun
without an alarm or qualm
is lost memories.

kisha’s #3372 is well done! The syllable count is perfect, and each line embodies a distinct thought.

Yeah, I could just see the sun resting on someone's face.

The alarm went off
but I didn’t hear it. I
think it was because

I wasn’t sleeping
anywhere near it, and sound
obeys certain laws.

Thanks!

M, RotFL!


Did you hear about
the young man seeking wisdom
from his waking dreams?

Each night he forgot
to turn on his alarm clock
and thus slept through it.

Guy I like that one very creative

Me too.

So many creative haikus, everyone! :)

,
By the sound of the alarm,
Time passes quickly

Oops my phone sent it too quickly to be continued lol

Suddenly disturbed,
By the sound of the alarm,
Time passes by too quickly.

How I like to sleep!
When I have a choice, I would
rather stay in bed.

Imagine my shock
when a buttery voice purred,
“Get up, sleepyhead!”

Nonplussed, I sat up
with a jerk, for I knew my
wife had left for work.

she left my razor
next to the open window,
dry wind took my hair

Kisha, M, Jim, what a great start to my day!


There took she my wit!
I saw it through the window,
long strands tempest tossed.

Jill exclaimed, “Mom, look
tangled up there in the tree.
It’s somebody’s hair!”

LoL! Now, sigh, to work I go. Have fun in the Haiku sand lot guys!

Guy, I enjoyed your blog! Thank you for the link.

M, you are welcome and I am glad you enjoyed it. They're kind of fun to write.

Standing patiently
below, the bald man awaits
Christmas in the Fall.

These are really good. I don't have time for internet anymore though XP

Breeze, winds, and cold chills,
Bundled up in winter gear,
Fall in Ohio.

Not to worry, Kat! I didn’t spend any time on the Internet when I was in college, either.

I left my heart in
Cincinnati, and my watch
and my billfold, too.

Out of time, I drank
the pulse of a strange city,
my new beating heart.

I knew I had to
be in Paris. A passer-
by spoke good English.

I stayed but one night
in Paris. The Hilton has
seen many a guest.

Ahahah XD

It may be awful,
and yet the Pretenders wrote
My City was Gone.

Alex (Al) wrote: "kisha wrote: "Breeze, winds, and cold chills,
Bundled up in winter gear,
Fall in Ohio."

You live in Ohio too? Isn't it awful?"


Yes in Columbus, and it's absolutely dreadful. One day its a blizzard, 18 degrees and 4 inches of snow then the next no snow, raining and 50 degrees. Flu and allergy season for sure!

That's peanuts Kisha I'm in Norway here it drops to -22 Fahrenheit and 59 inches of snow in one night is not uncommon Ohio sounds like a summer paradise. I don't really write Haiku but since this is the Haiku link will supply one from a selection of poems written before the last sortie by Japanese kamikaze pilots here is one of them:

In blossom today,
Then scattered:
Life is so like
A delicate Flower.
How can one expect
The Fragrance to last forever?

After Paris I
could not help but see Rome. And
there I stayed for years.

Flowers grew between
ancient walls, speaking of men.
Gladiators died.

Where those men died, the
odor remained for many
days. Now it is gone.

skin and fabric rub
as I walk into the world
odour of lost days

Days of infancy
with soft skin like fair perfume
cotton and ordure.

Wow! These are so good, they’re like something from an anthology!

it was quiet, still
she left it, no looking back
mother at thirteen

The abandonment
left the moralists prating
repentance and God.

coils of smoke linger
where rotting mounds gather heat
life grinds even here

-o-


... not sure that fits :)