100 word short story

{Prose}

The flowers began showing up on the front porch on a Tuesday. First, roses, then, sunflowers, then, daisies. Paul, Gina's husband, was getting suspicious. Who was this secret lover? What did he want with Gina? How did they know each other? Gina was not helpful in solving the mystery - she'd just bat her eyelashes and give a graceful shrug. "Someone's just noticed me, I guess." Feeling guilty, Paul went out and bought a bouquet of carnations for his wife. Only to come home and find a huge assorted bouquet waiting for Gina. He was furious.

Then he found the receipts.  

2 Word Story

Character: Xav, 18 year old writer who is so obsessive about NaNoWriMo that he doesn't notice a girl who has a crush on him.

Month: November

1. 50,000 words

2. He can.

3. ...He thinks.

4. He writes.

5. And writes.

6. And writes.

7.She watches.

8. She notices.

9. He doesn't.

10.Crushes.

11.He's busy.

12. She wonders.

13. He writes.

14. She wathes.

15. Late nights.

16. Diary entries.

17. Unsent notes.

18. Unwritten heart.

19. He writes.

20. She waits.

21. And waits.

22. And waits.

23. He writes.

24. New dress.

25. Doesn't notice.

26. New makeup.

27. Doesn't notice.

28. Gives up.

29. He succeeds.

30. Victory hug.

Letter to the President from a First Grader

Dear Mr. President

I know you work really hard

So I made up my mind and sent

You this little card

To tell you I appreciate you and hope you are well

(Just so you know, my teacher is helping me spell

So if anything is wrong

Her name is Miss Song)

I live in America and I like it

But I wish summers weren't quite so hot I wish

Winter brought more snow.

 Mr. President I want you to know

School seems to long

(But that might just be Miss Song)

So if you could shorten it so I could play

I'd like it

      Have a nice day!

                                     Love,

                                     Noah (from First Grade)

Epistolary Poetry

So this summer, I went to a camp that had numerous workshops about poetry and wiritng in general. One of the things I was introduced to is something called epistolary poetry. This is letter writing in poetry, in  a sense. I've read multiple epistolary poems and written some too, without knowing their proper (sub)genre. 

I must warn you, I am now obsessed with epistolary poetry, so when you view the sudden onslaught of the stuff, don't say I didn't warn you. :)

Write Me A Letter

Write me a letter – tell me your story

Tell me your tale in all its glory

Put on the stamp and lick the envelope sealed

Put it in the mailbox as the church bells peal

Love is sending a letter that says more than you want to say

Be honest to me, friend, rather than running away

A letter is a beautiful thing – put it in cursive on stationary

You don't have to use every fancy word you see in the dictionary *

Tell me everything simply; just speak

Tell me of the time you reached that mountain peak

Or the time you won first place  and best in show

Tell me of all the things you want to do and places you want to go

Or tell me more than the successes, but the failures too

I don't care – I just want to hear from you soon

Please make sure to stay happy and take care

 You can always write to me no matter where 

I am or what I'm doing. Receiving a  letter from you...

Receiving a letter from you is special  no matter how you write about what you do

So make sure you write soon

Yours, truly

*Thinking of removing these lines but unsure.

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Dew- wet roses

unforeseen surprise

Maybe some of the best things we can't see with our eyes

Some things are seen

And beautiful to behold

A moment spent in awe is worth more than its weight in gold

–

A deer and her babe

Among the forest greens

Blend gracefully with bark and straw and remain unseen

A butterfly weighed 

down with dew rests on a  broken stick

How beautiful the broken when paired with a creature appearing to be cut of silk fabric

 A majestic hawk flies

Hovers on the powerful wind

Don't you ever wonder all the places he has been?

A wolf howls in the night

As though he has a song to sing

A song to sing and share worth all the joy he can bring

Happiness flutters 

by on the wings of a dragonfly 

Mindless, carefree, enjoying the breeze by and by

Beauty blooms

in the bosom of spring

The colors ebb and flow like a field of dreams

Greens wave in a gentle breeze

Gaily dancing and greeting the day

Trembling with excitement and expressing it in their own way

–

Nature is full 

of wonderful surprises

There's always another sunset and rise beyond the horizon

Wonder is misplaced

On the tangible and  seen

When sometimes awe belongs  in the places our hearts have been