Short Of A Six-Pack


Not sure what happened but the word document is a different size. How do I get it full screen? Why did it change? I hate it when this happens or maybe I’ll like it better.


Coffee’s up. Thank goodness for that.


An eerie silence when I first opened the door for that precious cool morning air. There’s nothing to fear from me. Wouldn’t harm a kitten but I will swat a fly. Only an idiot lets flies buzz around. Dirty germ-carrying things. Chirping had stopped, units stopped running, almost deafening straining to hear any sound but it’s over now. Units kicked on, birds chattering again, the smell of coffee fills the apartment, fan’s on low all meaning it was a simple moment of silence or it’s here, whatever it is though I certainly didn’t invite it.


Think I’ll pour.


Then again I thought because the word document had changed I was somewhere else, that indicated something had happened. Whatever it is says I should write. Am I not supposed to notice? All realms should know how aware I am and the document not covering the entire screen will tell me something. I mean duh. Higher beings indeed! I always said ‘space’ was the distance between two ears and has nothing to do with traveling through galaxies. I’m glad I got that off my chest.


Now I am getting up to pour.



The sky too dark

Where is my light

Of course there’s no sun

Too early for that

Navy should become powder

No, not so but clear

By degrees not too soon


Night is over now

The horizon lined orange

Defining the trees

Bold background begins


That’s better


I glanced up and caught a glimpse of eyes but he closed them quickly so I’d think I am alone. In the hallway, watching. Told you I’m too aware for that. It’s here, but I’ll be cool. Soon enough it’ll be bright. I’ll watch something in the meanwhile pretending I don’t know, didn’t see.


Falling asleep as I type. Opened them again catching a glimpse of small white eyes peering at me. It realized I saw and shut them again. Desperate I turn around to find my sky and it’s light enough.


I’m safe.


Putting ‘The Birdcage’ on now…







If we’re all dead there can be no apocalypse

Sounds extreme

Or not


Could there be a better way


Let’s look at the math

The Reaper takes away (-)

So does the Apocalypse (-)

That means we’re done for, you know, the human race (-)

Now that’s supposed to be correct

The addition

The algebraic equation

Parentheses protecting implications

I’ve always hated algebra I cannot deny

But what if somehow can we stay (+)

How can two negatives make a positive?

I mean even opposing each other a zero results

Still the end

We are done for again


I expect a Nobel Prize if I can work it out

Peace will reign


Let’s look at a dragon battle, a simple game


Because they want the prize

Continued existence

Renewed life

Riches untold in food and gold

Positive stuff

Annihilation that equals a positive

Now, keep emotions in check

Warmongering at bay

A mathematical mind





Reaper Dragon (-) meets the Apocalypse Dragon (-)

They face but he dares not bow


One swipe of the scythe Apocalypse could be gone

He’s too wise, older than time, ancient being to offer his neck

Been around since the creation

In fact he was here first

He boasts

“You must take everyone at once to defeat me Reaper” (-)

I would imagine he’d roar

“Only without humanity there can be no apocalypse (-)

Simply no one would be around to record the event (-)

And you will cease to exist (-)

With nothing to reap (-)

Yet kill humanity you kill yourself (-)

Doom and his instrument, me and you, we are peas in a pod” (-)


So far the math follows



The Reaper considered the reality of his jest

No more than that it could be

“I’m condemned before I get started

Hopeless at the gate

We’ll see”

With a swipe unseen Apocalypse staggered back

Head held on by a thread proverbially

Or still stuck on his shoulders by internal goo

No time for surprise

It did its apocalyptic best to swipe back, retaliate

To conjure chaos, destruction and the end

A sucker punch at the most

Connect it must

“My power… no…

Where did it go?”

The Reaper shakes its head

Smiles that boney grin

“It’s your time, RIP”

Scythe raised a final blow (-)

Apocalypse gone, no more in this place (-)

Into thin air

Vanished without a trace

Not even becoming dust like television vampires do (+)

Yes, television was saved too (+ +)


The thing with statistics is although it all adds up

Averages out

One variable throws it off

Changes the graph

Annihilation was high, now it’s low

Execs harumph – humph that it cannot be

A negative plus a negative equals a positive

Read it and weep


Well, what do you know










Haven’t Got A Clue Yet But That Doesn’t Mean Anything


Another day but still no way, nothing

“Why does the world fight back when…”

A phrase simple enough but then

Too much wine with salmon and greens


I know! “Sitting at the desk catching a glimpse of the evil eye charm…”


“Nah, that’s going nowhere”, I mused (about this writing challenge I chose to embark upon).



Well, what about that other story?



Astrid was watching Natalie closely though Natalie didn’t know it. “Her foot moved, my arm is lower and Agon will be gone for a while. I know just how long he’s going to take. Wish there were some way I could tell her.”





 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups


 The Prompt Is: “….why does the world fight back when….”

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