Smile. . .
Just smile. . .
One little smile
Make them believe it,
And they might return it,
Fake smiles between them and me.
Note: oof so I reused words. It just sounded right to me as I was writing lol. Here’s one without.
One,
Two, three,
Four, five, six,
Seven, eight, nine, ten!
No repeat of words again!
😂...
Melanie Mint was in the right place at the right time, doing the right thing at the right second: taking a photo — just as an accident occurred and just as I was there to save lives, incognito.
At least, I was supposed to be incognito.
But Invisibility Boy was, for certain inexplicable and supposed-to-be-improbable reasons, half visible that icy morning in that busy intersection. Half visible....
A full moon is an obnoxious thing,
much too bright for my feared kind.
I’ve nothing left those nights but to sing,
and use a tune to pass the time.
I begin with some taps,
a scratch, and a pat—
just one foot, my left foot,
deep in the back.
My right talons then start,
with a melodious rap.
Rap-rap-tap!
Scratch-pat-scratch!
Tap-tap-rap!
Pat-scratch-pat!
Oh what fun! I hum and chuckle,
but t...
Popper Bob kilt mor people than all the poxes togethr. A hard an’ angry man as ther ever wuz, havin pride n’ fire. An’ thick, fat fists like slegehamers. They done swung like it too.
I visitd him only once at th’ county jail. Only once in his lifetime sennance.
An’ time did no fixin of Popper Bob.
Forty yars an’ Popper Bob wuz still crazy.
“Well, Popper,” I said to him. “Are ya a new man n...
Entry 146
2055.06.12
Merrick Burdearro
NASA Astronaut
Occupy Moon Mission
With the Darkside Station complete and fully operating, we voted to set up one of the many recreational activities we prepared for before leaving Earth.
The winning event was a bungee jumping platform on the northern edge of a canyon, a short distance west from the station. The canyon runs vertically; its shallowest end ...
The king is a monkey
The queen is a bear
The prince is an elephant
Balancing on a chair
The princesses are big cats
Of which there are two
Jumping in tandem
Through a flaming hoop
The jester is the ringmaster
And he calls my name
To present me to these fools
one and the same
I stand in the limelight
A thousand eyes on me
Somehow I’ll blunder through
— in a moment I’ll be free
I curtsy first ...
Eighteen years of life and ten summers of the hunt were enough to teach Demiric, son of the chief, that the stag before him was a rare trophy indeed.
The majestic creature weaved between a web of low slung branches and thick patches of morning-bright fog. It looked his way, then stilled like stone.
Dem notched an arrow, muscles taut and aim ready, and a breath later let it fly. The shaft cut s...
It must be infuriating for Cupid to reach such a humiliating point in his career.
No matter how many arrows dripping with love he shoots, none of his couples stay together.
He’s increased the strength of the dose, countless times. He’s hit his targets with a spray of arrows all at once. But still the lovers split.
Today, he means to find out why.
Cupid tucks his fluffy plumage into the conf...
“So I have this — uhm — unusual?…sleeping arrangement,” the third viewer of the day said, scuffing the worn-down toe of her shoe on my hall floor. “I’m looking for a roommate who doesn’t mind the unconventional.”
Ah. Another one? I laugh without meaning to, and her eyes snap whippishly toward mine.
I shrug. “Well, the room is already fully furnished and there isn’t any storage here. I guess if...
It’s not often a bridge forgets where it’s supposed to be.
But should you need to travel between the fifth floors of Fowler’s Furniture Factory and Flammel’s Flannel Mill on a full moon night in February, you’ll find just such a bridge — or lose it, as it were.
There were five of us the night we discovered the bridge’s disappearing act. Five school friends bundled in our dark wool coats, with l...
