“You don’t understand. I’ve had bad things happen to me. I need help. I’m pitiful.”
“You only have two choices when something bad happens to you; lay down and die or get up and move on.”
“But it’s hard. You don’t know what it’s like. I’m sad, I’m this, I’m that.”
“And still, you only have two choices.”
“But–.”
“Sounds like you’ve already made up your mind.”
Author: timothyfrench15
Hello, my name is Timothy French.
Haiku – Sad
Burned, hit from behind
Mouth wide, head split, brains oozing
Another sad scene
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, death is part of the job.
Haiku – Banned
Competition banned
They are under my control
Where did they all go
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, power is given not taken.
Microfiction – Fox
“SJW, why did you let the Fox in the hen house?” said Henny nervously.
“Fox said he would get rid of OM and give us free feed for life. And he doesn’t want any eggs in return.”
“SJW, it’s not the eggs he’s after.”
“Free feed for life,” SJW said again.
Fox chuckled as he ate them all. “I did not lie.”
Microfiction – On The Edge
We were on the front porch when it happened. And how fortunate we were to be living on the edge of a death zone. It was like being shot at and having the bullet drop at your feet because you were out of range. The eruption was massive, and I was born the very next week.
“Luck, you come on in the house now; it’s time to eat.”
Well, I have to go, Momma’s calling.
Have you heard the one…
A bartender, witch, geezer, and caretaker, walk into Washington to destroy America…
Just kidding.
Poem – Black Eye
He who controls an army and technology rules the world; he who disobeys does not exist. A black eye can save for it can not see.
The (Eye) refers to technology that watches people in a dystopian world. A black eye is turned off.
Haiku – Techmare
A high tech nightmare
Devices used for good; bad
Evil souls control
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, technology is the weapon.
Animalistic
I want to say humans are returning to animalistic beings, but that would be an insult to the animals.
Microfiction – Land of The Free
“Where are you going?” asked a reporter via radio as a huge crowd gathered to watch.
“To search for land where I can be free. Earth is F#@ked.”
“Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Freeeedom!”
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