Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

Writhing smoke pythons
twisting skyward. A warning
of dark days ahead.

The legs that emerged
from the blue Honda belong
to Ana Conda.

I just told her to go put something on, but she isn’t paying the least attention to me.

No. It’s in the laundry room. I was supposed to wash it.

Unanounced callers
discover what the apron’s
supposed to cover.

No matter how hot
the iron, birthday suits seem
to gather wrinkles.

Good one, Ryan!


Only when Flo gets
undressed can one see how much
she needs to be pressed!

As time continues
its march, there’s nothing to do
but add some more starch.

Karl, I will put on my to do list; never visit Norway during winter seasons lol! I've been in Columbus all my life and I'm still not used to the winter.

One last Kiss tonight,
One last whispher I love you,
Before the world ends.

Only mankind cares
if the world ends. To the Earth,
mankind is as fleas.

So it seems to me
that mankind will end, and that
Earth will recover.

M wrote: "Only mankind cares
if the world ends. To the Earth,
mankind is as fleas.

So it seems to me
that mankind will end, and that
Earth will recover."


M,
Thas was absolutely beautiful!

Kisha, thank you! Now I’m really worried.

Ha!

HC, excellent efforts from everyone! M, one of your most explicitly philosophical poems ever! Now for my poor effort.

Caring is the thing
that removes man from the earth
and inflates the mind.

To be mindfully
aware that the mind is wrong
is to hear earth's song.

Memories taunt me,
A childhood full of secrets,
Mother Nature speaks.

Excellent Kisha! Loved it.


What words do I hear,
When I dare humble my self
and put Earth to ear?

The whisper of rats
harmonizing with whale cries
and the growl of cats.

I heard her clearly,
in the silence of a conch.
She whispered, "Goodbye".

A breeze carries her
voice away and tears run down
my cheeks. I hear screams.

And in the dark night
I hear voices and howls.
They tell of monsters.

Excellent, Ryan & Stephanie!


Can tears form the path
through the forest of held fears
wherein monsters dwell?

A sigh of warm wind.
A fluttering of sere leaves.
The big cat will eat.

I hide from my past,
Like children hide from monsters,
Yet, my fears found me.

Wow, Kisha and Guy! Those are amazing!

And in the darkness
I tremble in a cold sweat.
Violent teeth at night.

They stalk me at dusk,
silent killers of the moon.
Feeling fur on me.

In the darkness, caught,
I looked my fear in the eyes
and watched it retreat.

Hello Ellis, welcome to the WSS Haiku. Well done. And thank you Stephanie! This has been an excellent and interesting cycle, Ryan, Stephanie, Kisha, Ellis! What a pleasure to read.

Slowly creeping in
on feet soft as night's cool fog
with teeth white as clouds.

The day breaks open
hiding with its blinding light
truths that night enshrouds.

Thank you, Guy. High praise indeed, your haiku are amazing :) I love #3438-subtle, beautiful rhyme.

And welcome, Ellis!

Whoa, Guy. Amazing haiku! Wish I had to time to write one right now, but unfortunately I don't. :(

Morning’s here, and it’s
not pearly. Some loitered late,
some woke up early,

and some lie nightmare
bound in bed while I add this
to the haiku thread.

Hopefully those stuck
lying in bed will have the
courage to get up.

Instead of lying
in defeat, the sun will shine.
Rays will revive them.

With a subtle prod
from a magic pen, darkness
flees, banished by M.

Thank you! Good morning, Stephanie and Ryan! I’m still on my first cup of coffee.

All night thunder crashed,
wind howled. Rain beat the shingles,
spattered the dark street.

Thank you Ryan and Stephanie.
Ryan, 3443 is very funny! Nice!

She was kept secret
in the dark street's shadowed fate,
an unscented walk.

I stumbled blindly
with the hope that I would find
her and truth in talk.

I found her! All she
did was prate about a vain,
trivial matter.

I learned she was a
potentate of idle and
mind-numbing chatter.

Ellis, that is soooooooo funny!


Like dogged Wile E.
My wish is bound to come true.
But why oh why me?

hahahahaha, Ellis! :D

This isn’t the land
of cubist art or of falling
refrigerators.

Lol, nice haikus, Guy, M, and Ellis.

No, it is the land
of misfortunes and dark thieves.
To take life and limb.

The highwayman knocked
at the door. She went with him.
No one could stop her.

She fled with the thief
across the moor. A full moon
shone like dull copper.

The copper turned to
red, stopping the thief and bride.
Now he is coming.

A terrible man
set on marrying the girl.
Coming in black cloaks.

They stopped and listened
in high reeds. There was but the
chorus of frogs’ croaks,

then a faraway
sound of galloping steeds, of
the man in black cloaks!

They whipped around his
body and red eyes looked out.
Hearts froze among oaks.

Down highwayman went;
she was left to fend him off.
The horse slowed and stopped.

These are really good, guys :D

Thank you, Kat!

Thanks!

He leapt upon her!
She gored him with her lover’s
Damascus-steel sword.

A red stripe appeared,
shock colored his handsome face.
He's dead and she's safe.

On the wild, moonlit,
windswept moor, she stood with the
bloody sword in hand,

the black-cloaked scoundrel
on the ground before her, his
steeds at her command,

laden with jeweled chests
of gold, from nobles’ daughters
he’d captured and sold.

Now a prince will come
quickly sweep her off her feet.
But it's all a lie.

Her prince never came.
Though she waited, his promptness
was overrated.

She galloped away
through the reeds, with chests of gold
and the scoundrel’s steeds.

To become one of
the pirates she desired.
No ship would take her.

So she built The Witch.
Plundering towns and sailing,
she gathered a crew-

one worthy of her
and stupid enough to come.
A bunch of villains.

Ellis, kapow! That's a knock-out! Stephanie, M. Wow, what great fun. Okay, now for something hard and weird:

What a villanelle!
Of song and tough female made,
and a bagatelle.

Wicked fame can tell
who is strong and who afraid
of the villanelle.

And she can foretell
just how his cards will be played
by that bagatelle.

Now in her dark spell
and with this false maid he's made
her danse villanelle.

He's ship-bound for hell
in silk clothes strangely arrayed
as her bagatelle.

His heart hears the bell.
And dies with all his hopes flayed
by his villanelle,
her sweet bagatelle.

Lol, nice Guy and Ellis!

Up the smoke goes to
the cabin roof and she waves.
Arms go back and forth.

Chanting sounds on the
ship and darkness gathers in.
"Come dear," she cackles.

And down upon the
boat appears Hades back from
his deep pit in hell.

His eyes are black as
he stares at his bright savior.
Hecate the goddess.

Guy has invented the haiku villanelle!