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Two paths diverged in that dark wood
He chose the less travelled & it made all the difference
He was never heard from again

Warm slate of a stormy summer sky
the eyes, begging forgiveness.
I close the box I keep them in
and return it to the mantel.

I feel the cold gun barrel hard against my temple and imagine the shape of the mark it must be leaving. I’m too afraid to speak or move; her nerves are frayed, wound tight to the point of snapping. Any wrong word or involuntary twitch could be my last. “Do it,” she commands again through gritted tee...

How can we possibly vote this election?
Civic duty or not
we're told not to touch our masks.
So how are we to hold our noses?

I need spontaneity
You're never spontaneous
Why can't you be more spontaneous, she said
Fine, he sighed, and combusted

In frozen terror, her quavering plea could barely be heard, “Oh, surely you wouldn’t harm a tiny thing like me,” she squeaked. The evil grin split its gnarled snout to reveal jagged razor teeth. Moist, fetid breath accompanied the voice of shattered stones, grinding and hollow as from the very Pit i...

Another tax day come and gone.
As sure as death, they say.
But death does not go, my friend. It only comes.
Oh yes, it comes.

Armored and helmeted, he strode into the command room, flowing cape emphasizing his inhuman presence. With stentorian breaths he gave each officer orders; which they meekly accepted, knowing their fate should they fail. “Any questions?” echoed his final challenge. The young nephew of the Baron of Ta...

Wait, not yet. I’m so close. I almost have it all figured out.

Ha, that’s a good one, said Someone, or Something, or No one.

Looking up from the Sudoku puzzle, he blinks, still seeing grids. “Playing too long,” he thinks, “need a break.” Two steps toward the kitchen he abruptly runs into an invisible barrier. “What the…?” he gasps. Stretching his arms, he feels the same blockage, left, right, and behind. Above floats a so...

"I'm here about the watch collection ad?"

He smiles, "That's a beauty you have on. It's in the basement... you go first."

I smell my widow's perfume as she leans close.
Knowing her secret joy even as she sobs regrets.
I can only await the flame.

Outside a frozen splendor
While inside fire crackles & freezer hums
Full until spring
When shallow digging is possible

They came at dawn
Dragged me from leaden slumber
Thrust me into searing brightness
And demanded, CAN YOU SEE YOUR SHADOW

Brief. Any & all of us.
WHY? To what crazy purpose?
Only because.
So, despair? No, make something happen. Roll the bones.

The forensics man looked up from the nudist colony bench and frowned.
Sorry captain, he said, this evidence is tainted.

We sang a sad song
Her family cried
On the chorus SHE joined in
Explained as escaping gas
But I swear her harmony was dead on

He lopes down the cottage path to scrabble the threshold
Red barely hears Granny's trembling sigh
The wolf is at the door

She checked her supplies
Hammer, visqueen, duct tape, box cutter
All set
Smiling, she raised her phone and swiped right

What an honor to have my drabble read by Norm. And the narration and sound effects really brought it to life. Great job.