Haiku – 3 Looks at Sky

Under a blue sky

Softly laying in the grass

Watching the white clouds

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Under a night sky

Looking at all of the stars

Captured by beauty

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Under a grey sky

Lover’s seeking protection

Inside a bus stop

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For more prompts like “sky” go here: Haiku Horizons

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Haiku – 3 Looks at Wall

Behind the white wall

Rips, tears, multiple scratches

The rats had found them

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Hiding in the wall

Worried that they might be found

Nazis on the hunt

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She fought against love

Putting up walls around her

Protecting her heart

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For more prompt like “wall” go here: Haiku Horizons

This song has nothing to do with this post.

I’ve just been singing it since I read the prompt word for the week.

Exclusive First Look: “A Zombie New Year”

Yes, I know the holidays are months way, but there’s no better time to start stocking up than now.  Here’s the first post to the third part of my Zombie Holiday Trilogy.

Separated in a Zombie Apocalypse, Becky and Joe risk life and limb in order to reunite on New Year’s Eve.  Publishing 10/2/14
Separated in a Zombie Apocalypse, Becky and Joe risk life and limb in order to reunite on New Year’s Eve. Publishing 10/2/14

Pre-Order it here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N366QH4

Read a bit below:

December the 31st

Becky stirred on the brown couch; something wasn’t right.  Her shirt and bra were pulled up, cool air and warm hands groped her shapely twenty-two-year-old body.  She opened her eyes.  Morning had arrived, and a man was sitting on the couch beside her, heavy black beard, crew cut, about fifty years old.  Their eyes locked; he smiled.

“Boys, she’s awake,” Darren replied, removing his hands, allowing her to sit up and cover herself.

Becky looked across the room, pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes.  Two other guys were there, decked out in green camouflage like the man invading her privacy, all of them wearing heavy black combat boots, armed with all kinds of weapons – guns, grenades, and knives seemed to be their weapons of choice.  It looked like they not only knew how to survive, but they enjoyed it.

“So, how are we going to do this?”  It was the youngest and tallest of the three, skinny, long hair in a ponytail, about twenty-five years old.  He was standing by the window keeping watch.

“There are a few bedrooms in here.  I figured I would go first,” Darren replied, looking at Becky, sexual hope in his eyes.

Becky tried to crawl into the couch, eyes darting for exits – none to be seen.  She wanted to run.  She wanted to hide.  She wanted to be anywhere, but here.

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This short story is actually two stories in one.  The part you read above is the intro to Becky’s story and the bit I will post next week will reveal the intro to Joe’s story.  Stay tuned.  I hope you enjoy it.