Two Sentence Horror Stories
As is typical with anything I create, I prefer some of these to others.
* I’ve never held a baby before.
Is this much blood normal?
* That face looks really familiar.
I just can’t imagine why it’s coming out …
Jim Short
Rain Dance
Rain Dance
A haiku
Rain showers dancing
Droplets bouncing everywhere
The world in a drop
I can’t sing
I Can’t Sing (Sung to the tune of “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You”)
Verse:
I can’t sing
Even though I try
For I can’t help
Sounding like I might die
Verse:
It sounds bad
Tell me, should I …
A poem about indecision
Today’s mission was to create something based on the word ‘indecision’. I wrote several things, but I’m most pleased with my poem:
Indecision…
A Song For You (apologies to Leon Russell)
My mission today – and I decided to accept it – was to use the word ‘song’ to inspire me to action. The action I took was the following essay.
I could write volumes about this one, and I have
Art, Interpretation, and Competition
Art can’t be misinterpreted.
Art can be interpreted, and it should be. And some of those interpretations seem to defy all sense of time, space, and logic. And they should.
Art is not math, or physics, or sports. Art is
Sometimes
Sometimes They tell you things you need to hear
Sometimes They tell you things you shouldn’t hear
Sometimes They won’t be quiet at all, even if you don’t understand
Sometimes You wish others could hear, but they’re listening to themselves…
Dead Man’s Shoes
He bought the shoes on a Monday, I think.
The store was pretty crowded, but he found them right away.
9EEE. The perils of wide feet.
These are pretty comfortable, he thought.
The shoes came home in their box, as