Showing posts with label story poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story poems. Show all posts

Friday, November 10, 2023

The Diabolical Drama of Darius (With Pictures) #8Sunday

 


Young Darius went on a date


With a succubus seeking a mate.

Image by John Hain from Pixabay

In a twist of the plot


He thought her brother was hot.

"Curses! Foiled again!"

With the lady, he did not consummate.

notes

This poem can be blamed on this prompt.


Write a character poem, they said.

It will be fun, they said.

Fun for me, sure. Maybe not for the people reading it.

Let me tell you about the poem.

One of the three stories I'm working on for this year's NaNoHellMo project is set on New Year's Eve 1999. The protagonist is a young man who has a history of dating the sort of gal who works at places with names like The Classy Cabaret. Hint: the name is the only thing that's classy about this cabaret. Darius decides he needs to change his ways in the new millennium, so he finds a nice young woman on a dating website. 

Darius makes two discoveries during the course of the evening.

First, his date, Briana, is a succubus.

Second, he's more attracted to her incubus brother Brian.

Apparently, this isn't an uncommon occurrence as the twins' mother, Lilith, admonishes Brian to stop stealing his sister's playthings. 

I can't share any snippets from the story because:

1) It's still in the train wreck stage.

2) I'm going to submit it for potential inclusion in the Digital Love anthology from Dragon Soul Press. If they don't want it, I'll self-publish it for Valentine's Day 2024. 

If you'd like to jump in the game and submit one of your stories to Dragon Soul Press, just follow the handy link. You'll need to be quick because the deadline is November 30. They are looking for stories between 3000 and 20,000 words.


This is a Lil DeVille story, so it doesn't hold back on the heat. 

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Most of the images used in this post were generated using QuickWrite.


Yes, QuickWrite is an AI.

No, I don't use it to write my stories.

I use it to do things like create the image in this post. I also use it to create filler scenes so I can move along in a story because it drives my obsessive ADHD brain loopy to just write "Put scene here." Then I come back and rewrite the filler scene. 

I've found QuickWrite to be a useful tool. Monthly access is $49.99. Lifetime access is $497. You can check it out here.














Saturday, October 21, 2023

Noxsious Impulsse

Your host, Doctor Noxsious Impulsse

Builders, real estate moguls, fellow scientists, lend me your ears while we drink these beers! I propose we drain The Furthest Quagmire to create the perfect location for the new Serene Shoppers Paradise and Office Park. 

Draining wetlands is like unclogging your toilet. It clears things up!

Repurposed swampland is the perfect location to construct a solid foundation because what was once wet is now dry. You could also say what was once squalid is now solid!

In this image formulated by our architects and artists, you can see how attractive and shiny the new Serenity Center will be compared to the bleak quagmire it currently is.

Listen to this audio sample to hear the pleasing sounds of chattering voices, footsteps clicking on shiny floors, and cars passing by on the motorway. Compare that with the unsettling chirps, shouts, shrieks, squeaks, and groans of who knows what, which our unpaid interns recorded on a night in The Furthest Quagmire.

Feast your schnozzes on these samples our chemists have concocted for your olfactory pleasure! From left to right, they are A Day At The Office, Clean Clothes Cologne, Eu de Multiplex, New Mall Smell, Perfume Counter, and, of course, Whiff of Food Court. Compare these pleasant wafts of joy with Stink of Swamp, and I'm sure you'll be sold.

Speaking of the Food Court, taste these superb selections our chefs have prepared for you. Cheeseburgers! Corn dogs! Giant pretzels! Fish and chips! Panda Delight Chinese-Inspired Cuisine, delightfully concocted without using a single panda! And, of course, that all-time cheesy and chewy favorite, pizza!

Conversely, you could gnaw on a blade of swamp grass. But why would you?

And now, my friends, allow me to delight your tactile senses. Feel the sumptuous pleather of our multiplex seats. Delight in the variety of textiles from our clothing outlets. Delight your digits with a new pair of gloves! Top your top with one or several of our tantalizing tops! Wrap your booty in the perfect pair of pantaloons! It's all possible at the mall!

Or, you could plunge your hand into a bowlful of swamp muck. The choice is yours. I know which one I'd pick.

Can you smell the sound of the popcorn popping? Can you hear the scent of a new perfume? Can you see musical notes? It's all possible in our Sensory Experience rooms at the Peace Well Spa.

I guarantee Donald Trump will turn from orange to green with envy when he sees this place. Trump Tower has nothing on the splendid Serenity Center and nobody drains a swamp like Storm Construction.

A swamp can be beautiful, of course, in a gross and unpleasant sort of raw and natural way. 

Still, nothing compares to the glistening beauty of a trendsetting shopping/office complex. 

The sooner we can clear away the spoddled* swamp and make way for the fresh gleam of commerce and industry, the better.

As overflow in the areas surrounding The Furthest Quagmire is common, surely draining the swamp will reduce the frequency of flooding in The Thundering Wilderness area.

I understand the concerns some of you have raised, but please believe me, I'm not tying a bear to you. Don't treat me with a fish in my face by making an elephant out of a fly. Have dumplings instead of flowers! Don't have mustard after lunch!

Let us not behave like puzzled butterflies of dishonesty!

Failure to approve this project makes us all as useful as dead leaves on spring trees in a young woodland ravaged by fire. The vibrant green of the vegetation in this fresh forest is dull and lifeless. The clear blue sky is a murky gray, sullied by smoke. By controlling unchecked growth, the Serenity Center reduces the pollution generated by forest fires!

Allow me to pause time to give you the chance to fully consider the brilliant proposal of Doctor Noxsious Impulsse for the glorious development of worthless wetlands into a splendid center of human comfort and commerce!

With my new Serenity Center, I will achieve glory previously unrealized by mere human innovation. 

Will you allow the untidy finger of conservationists to impede productive progress?

With the Serenity Center's state-of-the-art information technology, the quantum expanse of interdimensional cyberspace facilitates the transcendental integration of hyper-dimensional algorithms, enabling the acceleration of infinite fractal potentials within the cosmic harmonics of collective consciousness.

Mónésó’táhoenôtse kosa?

Is the keyboard telling you what to do, or are you thinking for yourself?

Close your eyes and allow your mind to form a picture. A breathtaking sunset paints the sky in shades of fiery orange and soft lavender. Wisps of mauve clouds drift lazily, casting delicate shadows over a gleaming modern expanse encompassing some 59 acres. The silhouettes of tall pine trees stand stoically beside their concrete and metal masters, their dark branches reaching toward the vibrant heavens. The air is perfectly still, carrying the faint scent of cultivated wildflowers and tilled earth. As the sun sinks lower, its warm glow gradually gives way to a cool, ethereal twilight as sodium lights come on in the parking lot. Stars emerge from their hidden recesses one by one and begin to flicker, illuminating the vast canvas of the night sky above that marvel of human innovation, the Serenity Center. The moon, a radiant pearl suspended in the ebony expanse, casts a gentle glow over the architectural marvel below. The cultivated landscape seems to breathe in unison, its very essence captured in the serene stillness of forever.

Storm Construction hopes you will vote yes on this ambitious and innovative project. We will invite you to attend the history-making moment when we begin draining The Furthest Quagmire. There will be food trucks and a carnival for the kids, followed by fireworks and a show featuring holographic performances of focus group-approved, fully sanitized pop songs. A vote for Storm Construction is a vote for progress! We hope we can count on you!

Noxsious Impulsse, PhD
Lead sciences and human relations Vanguard of Vainglory
Magna Cum Laude
Trump University 2010

 notes

Let's get this out of the way first. I backdated this poem.

https://experiencewriting.com/2023/10/21/oct-21-prompts-hiding-in-the-swamp/

Today, OctPoWriMo participants were charged with writing a poem from the perspective of a mad scientist and using the Twenty Little Poetry Projects exercise created by Jim Simmerman. Oh, also the word swamp or concept of a swamp is involved somehow. 

https://amzn.to/48SrKyf

I asked the Quickwrite AI to generate an image of a mad scientist in a swamp. I will provide more information about Quickwrite at the end of the post.

I decided to write about the insane and horrific idea of draining wetlands to allow for buildings to be constructed where the wetlands were. I'm writing from the perspective of a lunatic who thinks this is a good idea and is trying to convince others to agree. Let me clarify: I don't think it's a good idea at all.

Here are the steps I used to create this mess.

Begin the poem with a metaphor.

Say something specific but utterly preposterous.

Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.

Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).

Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.

Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.

Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.

Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.

*I was today years old when I learned that spoddled is, apparently, an Australian slang term meaning broken or ruined.

Use an example of false cause-effect logic.

Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).

https://www.yourdictionary.com/articles/idiom-meanings

I didn't do that. I used a few idioms I found interesting and/or amusing.

In German, “to tie a bear to someone” means you’ve tricked them.

Also in German, “an elephant made out of a fly” means to make a big deal out of nothing.

in Italian, “to treat someone with a fish in their face” means to disrespect someone.

in Japanese, “to have dumplings instead of flowers” means you’ve chosen something useful over something decorative.

In Polish, “mustard after lunch” means it’s too late to do something.

Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”

https://randomwordgenerator.com/adjective.php

https://perchance.org/concrete-noun

https://perchance.org/abstract-noun

Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.

Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”

https://www.bestrandoms.com/random-superpower-generator

Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.

Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.

Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.

Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.

I'm going to admit that I allowed the QuickWrite AI to generate this portion. Today's little project has taken much longer than I had expected, and I am under a pressing deadline to write 6000 more words today so I can get a story draft to my editor and finished for inclusion in the forthcoming For The Love of Winter anthology from First Coast Romance Writers. This is my third try at writing a story for this anthology, so...yeah. I'm letting QuickWrite have this line.

Use a phrase from a language other than English.

Mónésó’táhoenôtse kosa?

This phrase means "Are you still riding the goat?" in Northern Cheyenne. It's a way of asking if a person has separated from his or her significant other. I'm going to assume my extremely unreliable narrator has misinterpreted it to mean "Are you still on the fence?" Also, he's probably trying to sound bigly smart for his captive audience.

https://www.fluentu.com/blog/rare-idioms-from-around-the-world/

Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).

Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

Here's another helpful free resource that I use frequently to facilitate my flights of fancy.

https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/

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About QuickWrite



I normally don't use as much of QuickWrite's content in my creations as I did in this piece. I use it to generate images for fun or to write placeholder scenes when I'm stuck in a story. I later replace these scenes from my own muddled mind, sometimes retaining minor elements. Also, it's helpful for book descriptions because, not to put too fine a point on it, mine tend to suck ass.

Monthly access to QuickWrite is $49.99. Lifetime access is $497. You can check it out here.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: Knot of Tears

 


text

knot of tears wraps tight

I wish that I had gone too

on the day you left


notes

The Senryu was inspired by this week's prompt from Six Sentence stories. Yes, I know this is only a Three Sentence story.

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2022/09/18/sundays-six-sentence-story-word-prompt-230/

Prompt word: Knot

One of my favorite songs is Albatross by Judy Collins. It contains the line "the knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design." I've always felt that line described me.

I created the Haiga with Pixlr.com and a free use image from Open Clipart Vectors.

https://pixabay.com/vectors/mermaid-boat-love-parting-sailor-156773/

You are welcome to use the Haiga, but if you do, please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog. 

Sunday, September 18, 2022

30 Days of Haiga 2022: Remembering When

 

Original photo
Taken 7 May 2017
Denver Aquarium 

Haiga created 18 September 2022


text

remembering when

like passing through a doorway

looking back on then

such a wonderful moment

treasured point in history


notes

You are welcome to use both the photo and the Haiga, but please credit Cara Hartley/Ornery Owl and provide a link back to this blog.

The photo was taken on 7 May 2017 at the Denver Aquarium restaurant. My son and I were celebrating his 27th birthday (which actually falls on May 8) and Mother's Day. It's a wonderful day that I'll always remember.

The following prompt inspired me:

https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/09/15/reenas-xploration-challenge-248/

Prompt phrase:

passing through a doorway in history

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Tuesday, April 26, 2022

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 25/26



The gal in the cover thumbnail for today's soundtrack is going surfing. I've only been to the ocean once, and that was 41 years ago. I never learned how to surf, but I developed an admiration not only for anyone who can surf but also for people who can keep their swimsuit bottoms up. 

I learned quickly that it was best for me to wear a one-piece when I rose from the ocean with sand in my drawers and my bikini bottom dropped, exposing my bottom to amused beachgoers. Never mind that horror show, let's double-dip into today's prompts.

My Own Aisling

Prompts used


Write a response poem.

The answer is in the title and the first two lines of the poem.


Write an aisling. An Aisling is an Irish poem that recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country where the poet lives.

Vaudeville Reincarnated

prompts used


Write a poem using an epic simile. My simile involves a comparison between the birds that congregate in the tree outside my window and Vaudeville performers.


The prompt asks for a Haibun alluding to bird songs or a favorite songbird.

The April PAD Challenge prompt wasn't ready yet, so I'll have to crunch the prompts for the 26th and 27th tomorrow.

Once again, there is no rest for the wicked. I need to work on my story for The First Line, and I need to visit the other participants in the WEP Challenge. But first, I need something to eat. Later!

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~


Ornery Owl says "I'm hungry!"
Free use image from Open Clipart Vectors


Hangry Wyrm says "then let's eat!"
Free use image from Pixabay


Tuesday, April 5, 2022

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 5


Good morning, Poetry People. Here is today's soundtrack inspiration for you. The link follows below in case you can't see the player.


It's too early to be awake but I may as well strike while the iron's hot. I started my morning sneezing my brains out and with a blood sugar of 223. I wasn't terribly surprised since I made rice with dinner last night and rice jacks my blood sugar like nothing else. 

So, why would I make rice when I'm not even particularly fond of it? My son likes it, it went well with the meat component of the supper, and I couldn't be arsed to make an alternative for myself. Never mind all that. Just play the music and write the poetry.

Here are the prompts that I used in crafting today's poem, Insomaniac Nonsense, which featured a sporty Jabberwock.

Write a make sense poem and/or a don't make sense poem

Write about a mythical person or creature doing something unusual. A Jabberwock can't help doing things that are unusual. It is the living definition of unusual.

My computer is being a supreme piece of junk this morning. I'm going to try to go back to bed. Perhaps I will dream of Jabberwocks playing sports.

~Ornery Jabberwock Has Spoken~

Not the real Ornery Owl
This iconic image was created in 1871 by John Tenniel.
It is in the public domain.



Monday, April 4, 2022

April PAD Challenge/NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 4


Good morning. Here is your Soundtrack Inspiration for the fourth day of NaPoWriMo/April PAD Challenge.

Here is the link in case you can't see the player.


Here are the prompts that I used to create today's poem entitled "How to Write a Catch-Up Poem As Explained by a Superior Alien Overlord," which I dedicated to that master of speculative fiction in cool black and white tones, Rod Serling.

Write a (surrealist) poem in the form of a poetry prompt.

Write a catch-up poem.

I may not be back tomorrow. When I proved myself incapable of performing the necessary Sextonian mathematics to satisfy the alien overlord's poetic request, he asked me to bring him his favorite cookbook. Its title?


~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~

Image by Darkmoon_Art from Pixabay








Saturday, December 4, 2021

Once Upon a December: Beartown (Choka)

 


the pure energy

from my creativity

as strong as a bear


unlock the magic

within the storytelling

let rise imagination


truth can never slip

from the grasp of one who knows

creative magic


there must be a place

where the bears live in bear town

a world where magic thrives

~ornery owl~

prompts





Prompt: What gives you energy?


Prompt:
Write a minor myth

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)



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Friday, November 26, 2021

November PAD Challenge 2021: Well Crap, It's a Turkey Day Murder

 

Image copyright Roger Bultot

A funny fictional Haibun in 100 words for your post-Thanksgiving pleasure.

It was Thanksgiving morning and famously temperamental chef Octavian O’Hara lay dead on the floor of his restaurant; a meat cleaver buried in the top of his head. Medical Examiner Devraj Byron, a short, stout, middle-aged Indian man, shrugged as he explained his outrageous theory to Sergeant Bulan Eini, a hard-boiled lady detective for whom M.E. Byron carried a blazing torch.

“I know it makes me sound crazy, Sarge, but with the angle of the blow, the only one who coulda done it is the turkey!”

the bird escaped clean

who knew turkeys could fight back?

I'll just have stuffing.

~ornery owl~

prompts



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Prompt: Write a Well Blank poem

The Icky, Sticky, Nit-Picky Legalese If You Please (Or Don't Please)


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Sunday, May 17, 2020

Ornery Poetry Story Time: Lotus Laments

Image copyright Carlo Paulasso

Always believing him out of her reach
There was a subtle trembling in her speech
Whenever she had something to report
As she daydreamed of being his consort

But dreams become nightmares for foolish girls
He stole a treasure more precious than pearls
Never could she believe he was that man
A cur in an alley grabs what he can

She believed him to be a righteous gent
Quickly from her heart was that belief rent
He was a doctor, she minded his kids
She is left with the guilt from what he did

Her innocence died upon that cold night
There is nothing on Earth can make it right

Lotus Lakshmi Martha Clifford
13 March 1963

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Notes
If all you wanna see is the poetry, this is is your stop. If you wanna take note of the notes, stick around!

I am very grateful to the folks at the Sunday Muse blog for providing this photo. It turned out to be the push I needed to get out of my stuck place with my WIP, The Ballad of Gerry Clifford.

Lotus is the older sister of the titular character. She was adopted into the large, loving Clifford family when she was six years old. She wrote this sonnet after being molested at twelve years old by the doctor whose children she babysat for.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Mark's Train


I
I see the sun on your back, my steamy friend,
Mark said to the engine shiny and black
And this is why I will never go galloping
across Europe, or sleeping late on Saturday
for being with you is more fun than any game
I would rather ride the rails than sail the rivers

II
Some folks laughed at the way Mark talked to his engine
He certainly is a quirky old cuss, they said
He would spend all day and night with that train
And tell any human to go pick mushrooms
He thinks nobody else could ever do justice
To the work that he puts into that old engine

III
He looks at us like earthenware dogs when we
try to help him, the other crew members said
You can sharpen an axe on top of his head
The carrots are cooked, the controller said
Take yourself into your hands, it's a roll with butter
Mark gets the job done, so let him have his way

~cie~

And now for the notes:
Poem copyright 2020 by Cara Hartley
Do not repost. Reblogging with proper credit is acceptable on sites that allow for reblogging.
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NaPoWriMo: Write a poem based on foreign idioms
April PAD Challenge: Write a Quirk poem
Words for Wednesday list
The photograph also comes from the Words for Wednesday prompt.
  1. Justice,
  2. Mark,
  3. Game,
  4. Sleeping,
  5. Rivers,
  6. Human.
The idioms I incorporated came from this page. I will list them for you here. All idioms and their explanations come from said page.


The idiom: Сенің арқаңда күн көріп жүрмін

Literal translation: “I see the sun on your back.”
What it means: “Thank you for being you. I am alive because of your help.”

(Kazakh)


The idiom: Галопом по Европам

Literal translation: “Galloping across Europe.”
What it means: “To do something hastily, haphazardly.”

(Russian)


The idiom: Ej bekot.

Literal translation: “‘Go pick mushrooms,’ or, more specifically, ‘Go pick boletes!'”
What it means: “Go away and/or leave me alone.”

(Latvian)


The idiom: Se regarder en chiens de faïence.

Literal translation: “To look at each other like earthenware dogs.”
What it means: “Basically, to look at each other coldly, with distrust.” 

(French)


The idiom: Хоть кол на голове теши

Literal translation: “You can sharpen with an ax on top of this head.”
What it means: “He’s a very stubborn person.”

(Russian)


The idiom: Les carottes sont cuites!

Literal translation: “The carrots are cooked!”
What it means: “The situation can’t be changed.”
Other language connections: It’s a bit like the phrase, “It’s no use crying over spilt milk,” in English.

(French)


The idiom: брать/взять себя в руки

Literal translation: “To take oneself in one’s hands.”
What it means: “It means ‘to pull yourself together.’”
Other languages this idiom exists in: There is a German version of this idiom: “Sich zusammenreißen,” which translates literally as “to tear oneself together.” And in Polish, the same idea is expressed by the phrase, “we take ourselves into our fist (wziąć się w garść).” 

(Russian)


The idiom: Bułka z masłem.

Literal translation: “It’s a roll with butter.”
What it means: “It’s really easy.”

(Polish)

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Good Stuff from Grover (I'm pretty sure that Ghost Town Grover and Mark would get along just fine. They're both quirky old codgers.)





Ghost Town Grover sez:
"I git where Mark's comin' from. I wasn't never too comfortable with nobody borrowin' my pick-axe or my minin' cart or my mule neither."


Cactus Clem sez:
"Mark an' me have a lot in common. He's kinda prickly too."