The rules are: Maximum of 250 words. Based on photo prompt above. That’s it.
Finally, she thought, I can get some help! She reached into her pocket and felt for coins to use the phone. Her blood soaked fingers slid into the cloth to feel nothing. I’ll just dial 911 she thought again, or was it 999 here? I’ll try both. Surely someone would answer. As her other hand tightened her grip on Joe’s collar, she was exhausted because hauling him from the accident had been grueling. A vacation trip that should have been pleasant countryside fun was now a nightmare. Joe tried to speak as blood was drying around his lips and words came out garbled. Something like “put me down” he tried to say. She would never leave him and even though she could see buildings a ways ahead, didn’t know if she could make it even to the phone booth. She sat down by him and wiped more blood from the gaping wound in his chest. Her entire clothing was now soaked from when she first tried to carry him from the car. Now she had to summon more strength and reach the red booth. She dialed 999 and it answered. “I need an ambulance, I think my husband may be dying! Yes, a car ran us off the road and he’s badly injured!”
Select a title of one word containing not more than 3 vowels and 4 consonants.Try to find as many words that are using only the letter in the title. Combine this into a poem of your own. Do not use any punctuation in the poem.
The thin person in the front of the line wedged through the open cave entrance and Joe and I were about tenth in line. It would be an incredible thrill to actually stand under the beautiful stalactites we had seen in the latest copy of National Geographic. Realizing how small the entrance was, I told Joe we better not try to go in that way. There was an exit to the cave we could go into further along the trail. Joe was insulted I intimated he was fat, and when our turn came to enter, he tried to push through. Embarrassingly he was now stuck. We held up the other now disgruntled tour members and waited for the firefighters to extricate Joe.
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I don’t know how they got together, the union rather odd, however it occurred, the result is me, a mixed up bod! My legs are spindly, but my girth they do support and as far as other features, look at what I’ve got… stripes of black and white decorate my derrière and my delicate black shoes are barely there. I have a set of ears and I can hear quite well, but what use are those horns? If you know, please do tell. My neck is regular length and I miss my father’s long one, it would be easier to get untouched goodies atop the tall tree zones.
Hard as stone, never relenting Angry words forever venting Offers of love not assenting Feelings of hate keep fermenting Those who love him are lamenting How has he come to this orienting?
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