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[Caitlan]

? My first semester starts in January. I'm leaving the little city I live in to go live in a smaller one.

[Stephanie]

Ah, got to love spur of the moment ideas.

May I ask what college? If not, that's totally fine, Kat.

[Caitlan]

BYU-I. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I don't know how in the world I'm ever going to pay for everything XP

[Stephanie]

Oh, that's really cheap. My sister is transferring from there. You could pay your way through school (just about) there.

[Ryan]

Here's something totally unrelated:

Blood orange skyline.
Birds panic, take flight. Wildfire
consumes the outback.

[Stephanie]

Red skies on the morn,
spreading throughout the bleak land.
The smell of burnt flesh.

[Guy]

I mourn the red skies
that harbinger the dark night's
nascent discordance.

[M]

“Wildfire / consumes the outback,” “The smell of burnt flesh,” “the dark night’s / nascent discordance”--these are great images!

The way he yelped when
he awoke always left my
sister in stitches.

While he had snoozed, my
cousins dropped a smoke bomb down
Uncle Joe’s britches.

[Stephanie]

Aunt Miriam was
never the same after that.
She carries a switch.

[M]

It was the switch--oh,
it makes me twitch, to think it
was the switch with which!

[Stephanie]

The back of my legs
how the streaks of red burned me.
Water is like ice.

[M]

Just how pleasant the
switch was not is something my
legs never forgot.

[Stephanie]

Hahaha. That was great!

Oh but not even
water could save my round head.
Exhaustion set in.

[M]

How long my aching
head was soaked; and our uncle’s
pants, how badly smoked!

[Stephanie]

Smoke always rose from
the gray, eastern horizan.
Cries pleading for help.

[Ryan]

Excellent sequence Stephanie, M & Guy!

Signal smoke rises!
Sally forth, noble-hearts. The
last bell is tolling.

[M]

No man is an i-
Pod. Ask not what doom the Dell
holds. Just turn and flee!

[Ryan]

Long Island iced tea-
music for the mouth. Apples
smash windows these days.

[Guy]

M, Al, Ryan, Stephanie, what a funny, imaginative, sequence.


Apples in the eye
speak to the blacked out windows
and the whys unasked.

[Ryan]

Very nicely written, Guy :)


The question, unasked,
lingers loudest. An answer
sparkles in her eyes.

[M]

“No!” she answered, pulled
a revolver, and said my
death would absolve her.

[Ryan]

A wise man once spoke
of iPods and doom. On ad-
vice, I fled the room.

[Stephanie]

The door disappeared,
my doom was sealed with a click.
My ghost drifts through trees.

[M]

She cried, “Beware of
drifting ghosts, of vanishing
doors, of Irish toasts!”

[Stephanie]

Toasts invite big roasts!
Roasts of roast beasts! Lingering
in the bright, red fields.

[M]

The chef considered
brisket, deciding at last
he shouldn’t risk it.

[Guy]

LOL, everyone. Thank you all for starting my work day with such play and wit!

[M]

Thank you, Guy!

[Stephanie]

:)

[Stephanie]

But what about a
stew? It would more than do.
So the beast is food.

[M]

Without much ado,
Captain Alex and crew sat
and gobbled the stew.

[Stephanie]

But they found poison
in that delicious, dark stew.
Over deck it flew.

[M]

The boatswain exclaimed,
“I thought I’d die before I
ate my pumpkin pie!”

The first mate almost
said something rude, but feared it
would be misconstrued.

[Stephanie]

And the mice scattered
for fear of Phil being stewed.
Oh, his precious tail!

[M]

While every mouse stuck
out its tail, all the crew were
bent over the rail.

[Stephanie]

Down the food went and
Framy gagged, washing his mouth.
Barge cackled with evil.

[Caitlan]

Guys, this is totally brilliant!

[Ajay]

I agree with Kat! You guys are the best!

[Stephanie]

:D I must say I'm rather fond of this string of haikus too.

[M]

A few days later,
under sail, while Stephanie
was checking the mail,

what she saw made her
eyes grow large: a suit notice
from Framy & Barge.

[Stephanie]

Pain and anguish filled
her soul, for they required
M's poor, pet gerbil!

[Guy]

And the cat came back
They thought he was a lawyer,
So dropt the law suit.

[Stephanie]

But it turned out to
be a deadly assassin.
The gerbil used M.

[M]

“Gerbils!” muttered Mouse
#1, watching the gulls
and the sinking sun.

[Stephanie]

"Always thinking of
yourself!" said Harriet, as
she pushed him off deck.

[M]

Stephanie! Poor Phil.

[Stephanie]

Mwahahaha. You mentioned martial problems.... And then you spoke of Phil.

[M]

Phil, shrieking, tumbled
down the ship’s side and spluttered,
“Harriet, you louse!”

He grabbed a porthole,
his arms wide, and said fervent
prayers to the Great Mouse.

[M]

We’re headed down to the camper for the weekend. The Internet reception there is terrible, and I may not get a chance to log back in before Monday. Have a great weekend, pirates!

[Stephanie]

The Great Mouse harrumphed
and pulled him up. Harriet
began to plot evils.