The prompt is “crime”

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on top of the hill, there’s a fire so close
like a drill, trees get burned in rows
a vision so gross like what the prophet said
in the boroughs people cry as the fire spreads
repent for we have sinned, the naked truth hurts
to our chagrin, nothing works with our effort
unholy as the light shines, scarring us for life
could this be a sign, to think of the afterlife?
until the time we can’t hide anymore
pay for our crime, that’s the cure

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

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A story in 75 words or less about an encounter with a stranger

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we met and both our lives changed, somehow brighter
every time we ask ourselves, we can’t figure out why
yes, we don’t really need to know why and the answer
so long as we’re both happy, I’m yours, you’re my guy
over time, we’ll see how things go, for now, as we were
rain or shine, together or apart, friends or strangers

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

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The prompt is “return”

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“This time next year, we’ll be millionaires!” said Makisig while stroking his prized rooster. He is sure that his rooster will win the fight in the afternoon.

“Don’t count the eggs until they’re hatched, Makisig,” rebuked Bituin. “You were always saying we’d be rich every time you go cockfighting, and we end up with a dead cock. We’re better off if we just cook the chicken and make adobo out of it.”

“Don’t say that in front of Matador, my prized rooster, he’d be hurt!”

“As you wish, Makisig. Anyway, I’m off to the market to sell my wares. See you later,” as she stepped out of the house.

It was very noisy in the hut where the cockfighting was happening. Each one was shouting their bets, cheering the winners, booing the losers. Makisig put a sharp metal spurs on Matador’s feet. “OK, Matador, you know what to do, go get them!” Makisig whispered to his rooster.

When Bituin returned that afternoon, she knew it wasn’t good news. Makisig drinking tuba, feeling sorry for himself, said: “We lost Matador.”

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

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A poem about an alien

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aliens emerged from their spaceship
disguised as humans they walked
a big baddies convention was going on
drug lords, syndicates, crime bosses
racketeers, gamblers, cartels, triads
aliens took them all to their mother ship
put inside their converter machine
and when the baddies returned to Earth
they’ve all been converted
to the opposites of who they were
and life on Earth was better than before

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

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A poem in under 20 lines inspired by a myth, legend or fairy tale

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I packed my bag one day and bid goodbye
To find Utopia if that place really exists
My family and friends were sad but let me go
Come back and tell us all about it, they said

The fairy tale land, where most of their stories end
With “and they lived happily ever after” that must be it
I stayed for a day or two to observe, with Cinderella
Most of them had their Prince Charmings at the end
Or Little Red Riding Hood reunited with her Granny
But then there would always be the Wicked Witch or
The Big Bad Wolf or even the Bad Stepmother
The anti-heroes or nemesis in every fairy tale
What if they also have some redeeming qualities?
Why do they always have to be really, really bad?
And the heroes, why do they have to be really good?
This is not the same as in real life, I thought
I’m sure I’ll get bored in the end, and so I left

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

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The prompt is “shopping list”

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I’ve always wanted to make a list
When I shop, I have my checklist
List of things I like and wish for
Whatever stuff for me in store
List of things I have learned
I only get what I’ve earned
In the morning, I like a nice cup of tea
A swim in the sea, my shopping spree
Cycling and swimming with Him Indoors
Reading and hanging around in bookstores
What I wish, I wish for the moon and the sky
Not really, as long as Him Indoors’ my guy
I wish for HRH the son and his beautiful K
Be happy in their lives in every possible way
What I’ve learned, that’s quite a tough one
Sometimes I regret what I have done
And then I get the lesson, ah, never again
I’m getting there, I live in peace and Zen
I don’t hurt anyone and I walk in the glen

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017

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