“Once the supply chain’s broken, they will be damned!” He radioed, “over.” “Private, can’t authorize you to go kamikaze, to down the bridge!” commanded the Sergeant, “over.” “Fuck authorization,” he roared angrily, “over and out.” Here, under the victorious fluttering flag rests a young private who dared to defy orders.
“Tonight?” she inquired. “Yes,” I said, dangling the key in front of her face. “I am scared,” she confessed. “Don’t be.” I asserted. “We’ll creep in and out of there in no time. Once out, we go our separate paths. You get back what’s rightfully yours and me, Sweet Revenge!” “Word selection: key, path, creep. Remember, in order for your work to make it into Friday’s lineup, you must use all selected words in your story. Thank you, and good luck!” — Justin Deming
Searing through my soul her gaze, seeking empathy whispers, “I’m hungry.” In response to the Prompt “Compassion” by Brett Christensen at House of Haiku. Another Haiku on similar lines, you might like: Hunger Shapes in clouds I seemedium.com A longer piece on the need to do away with the xenophobia and exhibit compassion. ‘It’ Open we must. Empathize we must. Resist we must.medium.com
Here, even darkness is but an old acquaintance. Here is where home is. In response to the ‘Haiku prompt: Home’ by Brett Christensen Inspired by the Simon & Garfunkel classic, “The Sound of Silence.” Another Simon & Garfunkel inspired Haiku: The Sound of Silence Inspired by the Simon & Garfunkel classicmedium.com
Battle lines drawn, an eerie calm, ‘It’ lingers. Breadth short, eyes moist, souls depart. Fractured reflections, decayed bodies fumigated, floor to ceiling. All that remains is smoke and mirrors. Families on a slow burn, deplete. A kill ‘It’ kills. A mortal race on knees, grudgingly kneels. In times so testing, lest we forget, bent we have, fallen we are, but break we’ll not. A plague feeding off our fears, ‘It’ spreads.