Haiku – 5/30/2019

A sunny bright day

Fuels Haiku inspiration

Great wonderful muse

 

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A zombie shuffled down the street underneath a gigantic yellow full moon. He was dressed in an apron, a former fry cook still carrying a spatula in his hand. He shambled along down the road, solo, unaware of the cool night air or the peaceful sound of crickets ushering autumn into the world. A silent bullet suddenly and violently took the top part of his head off, sending the undead creature tumbling and bleeding to the ground. He rested there, unmoving, spatula still gripped tight in his hand.

“How are things up there?”

Mike hit the button on his Walkie Talkie. “All good, Fred. You?”

“Nothing on this side. How does the gate look?”

“Holding tight,” Mike replied, as he looked down from the platform of Guard Tower 1 to the makeshift gate they had made earlier that day. The gate now consisted of his SUV and truck along with a gigantic piece of metal that not only covered the hole, but it stretched several feet beyond it on each side.

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Wednesday’s Quotes has Moved.

If you have enjoyed reading Wednesday’s Quotes on this blog they now have a new home: Short Tales from the Blog. They are a better fit over there than here. I am really trying to get this blog back to its poetry roots. So, now I have Haiku Horizons prompts for Monday and Fear Filled Fridays horror Haiku and Poetry on Fridays. Two scheduled posts each week for you to peruse and enjoy. Don’t worry though. I do still plan to post randomly throughout the week whenever the mood hits me. Thanks for following. You are now free to move about the blog.

Haiku – Author 21

Rewrites once again

Creative monster unleashed

Ripping it to shreds

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Quick question.

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Tom is a ghost hunter and a good one at that. He is a man without morals, without laws, a one man do-it-yourself kind of guy. Then the devil shows up, and Tom finds he is now face to face with pure evil. This sends Tom on a journey that will bring him into contact with all of those he has loved and lost throughout the years. He will reconnect with his ex wives, his kids, and himself. He will explore a side of himself that he never thought existed while the devil tries to regain the soul he is losing. In the end Tom must face down the devil or succumb to a fiery eternal damnation. Win or lose. Tom has no choice but to fight.

Now, the opening.

It stood in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by desert, and just off a rarely used two lane road. A road that hadn’t been paved in a long time with faded solid lines, patched up holes, and age creeping up to its outer edges in the form of high weeds and grass. Golden yellow lights splashed out of its windows and glass filled door. It was a shiny, round, and circular diner – a forgotten silver object lost in time. You could almost see Sam Spade sitting in one of the booths having a cup of Joe while thinking over his latest case.

A figure appears from out of thin air in the small area of shadows on the darkest side of this diner. He’s dressed in black shoes, black three piece suit, black tie, black fedora, and a black coat. He shakes off the cold, missing the warmth of his fiery home, ready to be done with this meeting. Today, he wants to look older and wiser, ready for business. He has aged himself to the age of sixty with short hair and wrinkled features.  A doorbell clangs, as a lonely trucker, unwashed and unshaved, ready for a quick meal, steps inside the small building. The devil follows after him.

Haiku – Writer’s Pain

Common sense says quit

My passion will not listen

Obsession rules me

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Do any of you writers reading this feel like banging your head against a wall? I know you do. We all feel the same way each day. I wrote this Haiku this morning after feeling like no matter what I do in the writing world it will never matter. I will never catch that break. I love to write, but it really does feel like a curse some days.

Haiku – 24/7 and Sometimes 8

Daytime or night-time

Writer always on the job

Stories never rest

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