Weekly Short Stories Contest and Company! discussion

I love it, Belly! :)

Ellis, M, Belly, Leslie, all bring huge smile to my face and heart. It is a true joy coming and reading these Haiku like things!

Belly, top shelf!


That's how the cookie
met its fate, gripped in the hands
of a three year old.
The chocolate chips could have been
no more happily humbled.

Guy, I love that too, a precise narration of Maia's act. She's a very manipulative three year old :)

LoL! :-)
Good evening, Leslie!

Good evening Guy :) It's lunch here, under the scorching heat.

Sad puppy dog face (It wasn't me I swear)


Chocolate smeared cheeks
Tipped cookie jar within reach
Blames it on the cat

How about puss in boots? :D

Lol, Zack :)

haha. I loved that movie. Title should of been "Sad Kitty Cat Eyes After Catnip and Cookies"

hahaha that's more suitable :)

The brindled cat with
a nonsense name watched the tin
of truffles spill,

the little girl laugh
as out they came, then leapt to
the broad windowsill.

very nice, M :)

The toys sat lonely
Staring out the window, for
Trading, not playing

zack, sad.

Oh, how they did smile
and hop when Suzie’s Secrets
bought out the toy shop!

Lol!

A dream come true, they
were overjoyed - a meet and
greet with Suzie's toys.

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Her boy toy Ken doll
found he longed for a girl toy
he could call his own.
But sipped whites instead of beer,
got pedis instead of sweat.

BARBIE DOLL DREAMS

How many sleepless
nights, wishing she resembled
a plastic icon
of society gone mad?
Real beauty has curves and flaws.

These are great! It’s always thrilling when the verse in the thread becomes more than merely witty and fun and takes on an aesthetic or philosophical dimension.

Hers, not for that Vogue
figure and smile, her lustrous hair,
her heart-shaped face, but
for the craved, momentary
stillness her gaze granted him.

Good morning M. Thrilling haiku!? Wow, what a nice compliment! Yours is exquisite.

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The vague requirements
To model one's self with Vogue
Left the man lost in
Two-dimensional half truths
Smelling of ink and perfume.

Thank you, Guy! This is a great image: “Two-dimensional half truths / Smelling of ink and perfume.”

Desirous, with her
luminous eyes, she hexed the
ink, whose sleepless dyes

soon made his life but
a scribbled blur, leaving him
almost mad for her.

You're welcome, M! And what a fine continuation. I'm in the middle of housework, but will now be thinking thoughts of haiku as I go about doing what I do.

Wow, you guys are really amazing :) I'll just stand in the sideline for the meantime, not in tip-top condition to write anything :)

Good night, Leslie! I just realized how late it is, and tomorrow’s Monday.

Thank you Belly! This group seems to inspire me to stretch my verbal gambols.

Thank you, Belly!

M, this was rather hard to follow, for some reason. Not great, but here goes:


Alit with her smile
her bright eyes sought to un-ink
from his eyes despair.
The empty wine bottle case
filled him with dark thoughts of her.

Very nice Guy&M-your writing inspires an ocean of thought...

sorrow's salty drops
drip from his chin. ink smudges
undo his life's work.
empty bottles weep no tears
for eyes faded, unsmiling.

Thank you Ryan. And very nice continuation!

Thanks, Guy. Not really, but thanks all the same :)

LOL! Hey, maybe try to work into it that his eyeliner is smudging down his tear streaked face!

This is a vivid image: “sorrow’s salty drops / drip from his chin.”


Ink dry and cracked in
a labeled vial no longer
can be dipped to trace

old tools once stacked by
a weathered stile, how tender
lipped her freckled face.

very nice, Ryan, Guy and M :)

Crumpled and ink-stained,
her face void of expression.
Eyes haunted and dry,
searched the stillness of the night,
for the remnants of her past.

Good morning from here :)

Good morning, Leslie. Beautiful haiku!

Thanks, M. I'm trying to keep up with yours :)

Thanks, M - your continuation is elegant and beautiful.

Thank you too, Leslie. What a stunning continuation from M's.

Across an ocean
to a long-forgotten glade,
old eyes remember.

She is Winter's thrall
but shrugs off her shawl to bathe
in Memory's glow.

A golden-skinned boy
dances through her dreams, hands her
a crisp, red apple.

Excellent Leslie and Ryan and M!


What Colour is your Apple?

The apple was red
but its book was left unscanned
the surface perfect.
The red skin remained untoothed
and the white flesh skinned.

Warning:
This is not a continuation of Guy's wonderful haiku.

The apple was red,
Violets were blue, the prince
went for a ride to
search for a clue. He hoped to
find the one he would love true.

Very nice, Leslie! Inexplicably, I have a feeling the prince may find something other than true love.

I see that Guy, careful not to compare Apples and oranges, has launched another glittering explosion of verbal pyrotechnics. I like the interplay of skin and skinned and of unscanned and skinned.

Lol! I didn't want to ruin Guy's, the 'red' just reminded me of the nursery rhyme. I'm so sorry.

His eyes dim with her
white shoulders, he rode past logs
corpses were chained on.

Dank bogs, mossed boulders,
seemed a vast watercolor
that had been rained on.

What had she murmured?
A lake’s reeds, hidden in hills
no one had heard of.

Where a hemlocked, steep,
lonely path leads, he’d not dared
utter a word of.

M wrote: ...I see that Guy, careful not to compare Apples and oranges, has launched another glittering explosion of verbal pyrotechnics...."

Ai carumba, M. You've made that sound like a compliment! LoL! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Leslie, there is no need to apologize for writing Haiku here, even if you may consider it doggeral. Humour is the highest human expression, and you bring that in spades. Your verse brought a huge smile to my face.

M, how you set a scene and mood is nonpareil.

Thank you M and Leslie for a great start to my work day.

Thank you, Guy!


A cool mist fell. He
pulled up his cloak and followed
an overgrown road.

Startled by a loud
croak, he looked down at a pink,
tattoo-covered toad.

Thank you Guy! It's a pleasure to make someone smile, but I'm only trying to return the favor ;)

M, no, no and no. Lol!

Goodnight guys :)

Night! It is 7:30am here.

@M. RotFL!

He scratched his head, reached
in his vest for pills and scotch,
then resumed his quest.

Afternoon brought rain,
the gust-whipped limbs’ green sullen
against chalky gray,
motioning over the road
as he drained his last canteen--

warning him away,
in a landscape wrought by a
mad artist’s silk screen.

Belly, you’ve done it again! What a wry, fantastic sequential image, in a form somewhat analogous to what Allen Ginsberg called the “American Sentence” (in this case, plus lower phrase). These single-sentence verses are by far the best, and this is a striking example of one.

I agree with you, Belly. Since I read about the American Sentence, though, I’ve noticed that (to me, anyway) the most effective 5-7-5 verses posted in the thread are usually one sentence long (a complete sentence, not a fragment).