Tag: writing

Old Man

Ponder. Sit. Remark. This is your reward for surviving this harsh life. Just you sit there, old man, and tell your stories. They are yours to tell.

The people lined up from front to back to see the wondrous sight. But when he stepped out, it was only a man. “But what a wondrous man!” They told themselves with the deflating feeling of disappointment. And, when everything had settled down, he slept just like a man.

to far apart

They journeyed hard, they journeyed long, at every stop they rang a gong. The gong meant this: to journey far is a great reward. To come back with wound and mar is better than sleeping in. And so they walked, and gasped and trotted, all the way from here to far apart.

Jump that Hurdle, Son

Pick yourself up. Wipe the tears from your pig-squintin’ eyes. You have to get over it, pun unintended. I’ve got more grit than a breakfast plate. So do you. I think.

Dog Lips

His tongue strokes his lips as he yawns, pointedly, taking his time. Then, with a flourish, he reveals pearls.

Take a Walk

He set out. Traipsing, as he liked to call it. The gnarled stump gazed at him with a look not unlike contempt, as the birds beckoned him closer.

Comedian

He stood on the stage and told jokes with a mirthless heart.

Haiku

Except the smell of wet dog as he thrusts a musty nose into damp earth.

Saving of Draft Failed

“Oh, no. 500 words. I have to save that.” “Powering off…” Run for your life.

He wept. Tears tethered to his cheeks but loosing their dull hold slowly. He looked around, the room swimming in a haze, and he pulled himself up with great difficulty.

Futile

What could bring more joy than the latest phone? The next version.