Just how much can you actually pack into 101 words? let’s see shall we.
I am easily influenced, so here are even some of the limericks you certainly don’t want your kids to read.
He kicked out angrily, desperate to hurt her, wanting her to scream.
I do so very much like the challenge of prompts. You know the type, where you’re provided with a picture or a word and the challenge of creating something – often limited to a small number of words.
In her final few years, her family now long gone, she would simply sit and watch the seasons change from her chair in front of the window.
It was 1992 and I was living in Knysna in South Africa. I went to the cinema, a ramshackle old place with the most uncomfortable seating, but working air conditioning which at the height of an African summer is a true wonder indeed.
A fiction piece I did for the Carrot Ranch rodeo competition. 100 words on growing up and knowing then what you know now.
Just a few limericks thrown together whilst I was having my lunch today. Chicken salad, was quite good.
After a couple of days off I think I will just ease back into things with some silly Japanese poetry thingies.
As a parent you sometimes just do the best job you can then go have a beer.
…He waited for cat to ask why today was not a day for napping. Every day was absolutely a day for napping as far as cat was concerned, and she really was in no mood for dog this morning.
I do rather like a good haiku challenge. Gives me something to defile, because I do rather like a jolly good defiling.
Not really sure where this came from. Not sure if the idea is cute or just creepy as hell.
Ever been to Portugal? You should go – the weather is lovely, it has great food and the people are frightfully friendly.
Okay so I know I said they were done but I miss them terribly so thought I would give it another go.
The challenge was to write something in 61 words using the phrase “good and bad do exist” for the #MicroMonday Challenge
There is one about a panda which could have been special but mostly it is just a bit dirty. The rest are just crass.
So when is a haiku about a disease you picked up overseas not actually a haiku?
Proof that there the stupidity of some people knows absolutely no bounds.
As it turns out some people need to be told not to eat their lunch whilst sat on the toilet.
You know this will be inappropriate, I cannot help myself and I simply can’t deny the base creature that I am…
You’d think Donald would give you an endless source of things to write about right?
I am easily influenced, so here are some of the limericks you certainly don’t want your kids to read and to be honest – are rather crude.
A couple of limericks about adultery, one about a man with a small penis and one about middle aged spread.
I find it hard to do serious haiku, they intimidate me and make me feel rather insecure. So I write these instead…