Unless innocence pass
nearby, I remain
invisible to most eyes.
Canter, gallop, glide
over forests and skies.
Reins never touch my mane
nor my horn of glass.
I fell in love with the garbage man
when I was taking out the garbage can,
and now all I can see in my mind is him
taking my trash and tossing it in a bin.
Next week, when it was garbage day
I made sure my trash was filled,
so when he pulled up he would say,
"Let me help you." Showing off his build.
He was so handsome and covered in litter.
I think he worked out every morning to be fitter.
His muscles rippled, my beating heart was crippled.
But his occupation made me bitter.
I love my man, my garbage man.
He can lift a heavy 10-ton can.
I would kiss him, but I always think:
his job makes him really stink.
Flowers from the Garden by ChristineLuBean, literature
Literature
Flowers from the Garden
Early summer morning, Margaret wears
a dress of vermilion dots and beige lace.
She sits by the white curtains and stitches,
enjoying the sweet warm breeze.
“Hullo!” a voice calls out from the window.
A prick and a sigh, she sets aside her
embroidery. Parting the drapes, she leans
out the window past her vines. A man grins,
holding a bouquet–her garden flowers!
“What is this?” she asks, forcing a smile.
“I noticed the most beauteous blossom,”
he replies. “I give her this bouquet.”
Lips pressed together, she plucks a flower.
“Why, thank you, sir. You are ever so kind.”
The black lit stage was empty as smoke billowed forth into the crowd. Laser beams shot from the ceiling and the crowd erupted with screams. The band clad in armor came skanking onto the stage.
"Welcome Vikings!" The lead singer screamed into the microphone. The giant trombone player began blasting into his horn.
"We are Black Dragon!" the singer said, then began skanking uncontrollably. The guitar player started the off-beat and the crowd danced to the music in a giant skank pit.
"Hup, hup, hup!" the singer sang. The guitarist stepped forward and swung his axe shaped guitar with anger to the happy music. The lasers glinted off their armor
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Official FFM Prompt Bank 2010 by Flash-Fic-Month, literature
Literature
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2010
Last year, flash fiction month handled its writing prompts through an ever-updating journal, which you can find here. And although it was fantastic, it was, at the end of the month, a pathetic total of seventy-five prompts, barely two a day!
This year will be different. This year we are bringing the power to the people! by opening this deviation to all prompt-suggesting comers. All you, yes you, have to do to add to this year's prompt bank is leave a comment full of as many prompts as you desire right here in this very dev. Soon, all of us will have more prompts than we'll know what to do with! Awesome!
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