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Prompt: When You Shouldn’t Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

“Mother, I know that you detest this topic and would rather let the sleeping dog lie, but I think it’s high time that this dog awoke and got out of bed!”

Mother stares at me, clearly unamused. Throwing dignity to the wind, I press on, “To prevent us from having any skeletons in the closet, I really think we must let the cat out of the bag. The people must know!”

She finally speaks. “Stacey. You still haven’t even told me what you’re talking about.”

I look at her, surprised. “Oh! I was talking about the elephant in the room.”

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Prompt: I said, pull the red wire!!

“I said pull the RED wire Nick!” I growl at the ghost in front of me. It didn’t take long after the blast for Nick to come back. Just, not alive anymore.

“Bill, you’re forgetting that I’m COLORBLIND!!!” He glares.“And how did you manage to survive?”

He gives me a poke, but his finger slides through as if I was air. I roll my eyes and huff. “This is pointless. How are we going to get out of these catacombs?!”

He laughs, a hollow sound. “How are you going to get out of here. Remember, I’m a ghost now.”

Prompt: When You SHOULD Cry Over Spilled Milk

I stared morosely at the sullen and hollow faces of my family. My youngest sister, Milly, stared hopefully up at me, the faintest of glows in her cheeks. “Did Bess give any milk?”

I swallow, dreading what I have to say. “She did.”

Pa looks at me, confused. “Where’s the pail then? Can’t Ya see were starving in here?!”

I bite my lips, almost drawing blood. “I spilled it.”

He rises, towering above me, “Ya what?”

Tears spill down my chin as I look up into his eyes. “I spilled it.”

Milly clutches my hand tightly as she cries.

When I was small, no bigger than a mop,

I thought to myself, “What would time be like if it were to stop?”

Of course, my three year old mind went to so many conclusions,

I was all wrapped up in my own confusion.

Would I stop moving? Would mom and dad?

Would the rest of the world get it bad?

Would animals remain motionless? Would water stop rushing?

And without people around for a toilet, who would be there to flush?

That day, as I stood there, my mind flip-flopped,

Nearby, the old grandfather clock just happened to stop.

I once went walking with a friend

And when we turned around a bend

We saw a tree.

And as we passed this tree, my friend said to me,

“What is green, fuzzy, has four legs, and if it jumps out of a tree it will kill you?”

Now, I thought for a moment, what else could I do?

We were walking and riddles were an easy pot of stew.

But this one question was rather difficult to answer…

But as I was thinking, the answer fell on my head.

It was a pool table that brought my untimely end.

In a world of chaos and insanity,

This is the world I see.

One where leaves fall upward,

And time goes not forward,

But rather, does not move at all.

The sky rains fire,

Death metal sings the choir.

Ideas thought so insane to the point of chaotic,

Bring not other ideas that’re catastrophic.

To think that that world could fall…

And yet we live in a world quite the opposite.

Our world is quite moderate.

Ruled by paradox is earth,

Chaos has no place on its turf.

But we see leaves on trees so tall.

All waiting to fall.