Harold opened the paper to the daily crossword and nibbled on the pen while he thought. “What’s a four letter word for nuisance?”
Harold sighed and went to another clue. “What’s a six letter word for a brightly colored bird?”
Harold continued reading clues out loud only to hear the same response over and over.
Carol shook her head as she walked by the den and heard the latest clue being read. She opened the refrigerator door and looked at her mother. “I think something’s wrong with father.”
“Oh, why is that?” her mother asked.
“He’s sitting there reading the crossword clues to Harriet.”
Her mother laughed. “Nonsense. Take these wafers to your father please.”
After “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe
My life was desolate
till he arrived, yet
still he did not see all
that I offered. Undaunted,
I traveled on
driven by this
need like a desert
oasis in a barren land
waiting to be enchanted.
Rules for the Golden Shovel (as found on Writer’s Digest):
- Take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire.
- Use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem.
- Keep the end words in order.
- Give credit to the poet who originally wrote the line (or lines).
- The new poem does not have to be about the same subject as the poem that offers the end words.
Alex laughed as he ran through his notifications. So many views, reads, likes, and comments. He never thought it would take off like it had. Each post stuck a chord with the reader. Each post tailored with exquisite detail. His plan had been simple — too simple. While others were out on the streets searching high and low, he enticed others to come to him. And come they did. In his first month, he gathered more supporters than than his entire team combined. Management was happy. By his third month, he was pulling in numbers never seen before. Now, on the eve of his one-year anniversary, Alex stood a chance at being promoted to acquisition manager. Who knew being a Djinn in the 21st century could be so easy.
This short was inspired by Tale Weaver #218
“Ah, the Wonder House,” the traveler remarked. “Can anyone enter?” He looked at the wonderful display of carved figures in the shop’s window. His palms itched thinking of stealthily purloining his favorites.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the Master of the House said, watching the travelers face.