Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

Sheer laziness and lack of discipline are keeping me from writing anything good. I wish I could blame it on insomnia or my wife!

All quite excellent, M. And I might even remember at least one of them. But which one?


I read a line once
that hadn't been written yet.
It lives forever.

Thank you, Guy! (I think.)

I can’t say just why, but I have a feeling Alex is going to give some man a very difficult time.

ahahaha XD wow Hanzle must be very very complex XD


I must decipher
This message, or a thousand
Troops die in combat

lOL! I'm all complexity! ;D

The code unsolved, she
fell asleep. Her thousand troops
met the Grim Reaper.

*



The Grim Reaper laughed
These thousand people would make
For a nice break-fast

“What a swell breakfast,
a thousand soldiers, gulped with
my cup of Folger’s!”

M, thats awesome

Thanks, Kat!

*welcome....i can't come up with anything after that lol....uh this is gonna suck



The cup of Folger's
Was nice and sweet, and better
Tasting with soldiers

XD

Toothpicks are gratis
when one is lucky enough
to be eating soldiers.

“With all the killing
and mayhem, I’ve hardly time
to burp,” chuckled Grim.

"Actually, with all
The killing, I'm getting a
Little bit tired."

Old Grim never sleeps,
though tired. All that coffee
just leaves him wired.

Grim is with each birth
inspired. He walks the cold night
hot, bloodless and fired.

Eyeless, he sharpens
his scythe for the old, toothless,
beautiful, or lithe.

I just got some nice news! Three Haiku that this game helped me to create have been accepted for publication next month in the on-line Haiku poetry web page Small Stones. Nice smile! And thanks WSS haiku-ers for the inspiration.


With his eyeless eyes
Grim remains blithe to the who,
regardless how wise.

Congratulations, Guy!

Thanks M.

Yay! Congrats.

Thanks, Jessica.
Fiona @ Small Stones is looking for new Haiku. See her site, a handful of stones for more details — and some nice, and unconventional, Haiku.

I know that all here write well enough to also get published.

Congrats Guy!


But how does the Grim
Who doesn't have any eyes
Re-sharpen his scythe?

By instinct. When he
does forget, it’s sharpened in
hell by King Gillette.

M lmao! Too too funny.


Grim rarely fusses
with the edge of right. To all,
she cuts truth's insight.

Oops! Thanks, Kat!

yw lol



Grim also cuts down
The will to live; truth and life
Will die hand in hand

Apathy was my
affliction till I got a
gambling addiction.

Hey, guys, do you mind if I compile our poems about Grim? I'll give credit to everyone who contributed a haiku.

It’s fine with me.

I might have to change I's to she's

Fine with me, too, Kat. I have enjoyed what that path has reaped - in Haiku, so to speak!

XD

Al? You're the last one :)

I was addicted,
well caught, no more than three times
to she I knew not.

Ah, what fingers to
be caught with, who malingers
in such dreams fraught with!

There were her nails, too,
painted and hot, a frisson
of my clotted blood.

Nice one, Guy!

Thanks M! That one was a surprisingly difficult birth.

But I admire how high you have set the bar! I am still busy fitting in time to write the interweaved rhymers while trying to keep up.

I hadn't a clue
of what a Haiku could do.
Now, what about you?

We had no worries,
but listened to tales after
Gramps turned down the lights:

outlandish stories
of pirates’ sails, armored knights,
and Martha’s red nails.

Hey, that's okay Al. We've all been there and done that. And all the best to you and the others stuck in the middle of the beginning of the end of terms.



I long to belong
to her hand, her long fingers'
grace to understand.

Time in them lingers
a quiet space, held along
her high cheekbone's grace.

With her arm in hand,
fingers still, I touch her face
my breath slows to nil.

Here is the compiled version :)

http://theoriginalartkat.deviantart.c...

Kat, these have come out in a surprising coherent and interesting poem. Thanks for compiling them!

.guy

Kat, you’ve made a wonderful collage of these random verses! How in the world did you come up with the idea for it?

Her breath slows to nil.
I search her purse for a ni-
troglycerine pill.

Thanks Guy and M :) I just...actually, I don't know where the idea came from XD lol

Al, yes, I think we are pretty good at this Haiku writing thing. Hope you're catching up on the z-z-z-s. And yes, nitroglycerine is related to dynamite. My grandfather took it to help his angina.

I fumble the pill,
tiny nitroglycerine,
for her heart restart.

Warner Bros.?

Writers Block?

I bought some water
at a near Wal-Mart. She gasped,
“Don’t be still, my heart!”

She writhed and kicked him
in the head, and it might not
have been quite so bad

but for the abscessed
tooth he had and a lip that
grew swollen and bled.

Egads, you guys! These are making Grim look down right soft.