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"Tick tock" clanked the clock A man cocked his Glock "BANG!" it shushed the flock, "Cheap shot!" chirped the duck After a day of no win, He brought with him an M14 Hid in the bush not meant to be seen, Ready, the man aimed as his vision dimmed Rustling, the duck noticed the man, "You again?" he waddles through the sand Looming at the bush, the others ran, "Don't be scared!" in front of the gun he stand. "BOOM!" echoes the lake, "QUACK!" the duck's last ache A new recipe now to make Just in time for daybreak. "This death, my dear" "is for your sake."

A senile old man Staring into the abyss Void of life and fun In constant war amidst the peace Rain drops on his head Laying on the floor He awaits the dead No more shame, no more honor Ragged and tired he is Past and innocence he miss A senile old man he is About to taste Death's kiss

"You know you can't just sit here, you know?" "Yes. Yes I can." "No. No you can't." "Yes, I can. And I will." "For crying out loud! Stand up!" "No." "You want me to force you?" "If you can." "Now you're challenging me? Is that how it goes?" "If you want to." "What if I don't, huh? What if I don't?" "Then don't. Nobody's forcing you to do anything." "But I want to do something!" "To make me stand?" "Yes!" "For my own benefit or for yours?" "F-for you, of course." "So just for you, then." "No, no! I-it's for you. A-and for me. For us." "Hah! Us? Haven't heard that in a while." "Can you just listen to me for once and stand u

Shorts are short. That lady's skirt across the street that I kept seeing in my window is short. Fast food straws are too short for my taste. My hair is getting longer, so I should shorten it up. When somebldy asks me something and I want to agree, I usually say: "Short, buddy!" When I throw a 3-pointer in a basketball ring and it came through, I shout: "And he shorts a three!" I am short. Only 5'4. This bed I'm laying on is too long, and I should probably request for a nurse to bring me a shorter one. The up and down of the lines in the screen in front of me is getting shorter for some reason. Why is that? My breath's getting shorter. It's ge

"But you're just such a compelling character!" Rob moaned, flinging his arms in the air in frustration. "You're fun! You're mischievous! You're a goddamn karma goldmine!" The Devil shook his head, disappointed. "There's literally an infinite amount of characters, plots and themes, Rob. Don't you think you're saturating /r/WritingPrompts with me a bit?" "Hey now, it's better than those fucking months of Trump," Rob replied, unrelenting. "And I swear to *God*, if I see another 'everyone has floating numbers above their heads'..." The Devil actually nodded for this one. "Ok, sure, I'll give you that. But diversity breeds creativity, Robbie. Y

"Yeah, I can relate to that, Frank!" The human dropped his mug, shattering it in the process. Slowly turning his head, he looked at his dog at the ground. Brownie was stunned. Frank nervously tries to form a sentence. "Y...you can talk?" pointing at his animal friend. The dog was surprised. Realization hit Brownie in the face like a truck. He puts his small paw on his nose. "Did I spoke to you just now?" The human didn't reply. Frank is in a shaking, but frozen state. Eyes wide open, mouth gaping, finger still firmly pointed. "Oh, crap. This is bad. I shouldn't have done that." Brownie stood up, using his hind legs as support. "Do you kn

He was a real good guy, through and through. Never met anyone quite like him since, never really expect I will either. People like Joe don't come around often. Once in a lifetime maybe, if you're lucky. Almost everyone I've ever met had the tiny silvered papercuts of white-lies on their fingers. It's a price of formalities, a camouflage of sorts- as everyone has a few, some deeper cut than others over the years; opened and reopened time after time. And not just that, but the larger cuts, silvery things on forearms and shins, necks or backs. People lie, it's just the way of things. Sometimes the pain it worth the deception, the balancing sc