King of the World (Almost)

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World dominion was his plan

Grand schemes complex he did weave

It all was rooted on the goodwill

Of the gullible he did deceive

He did step a bit too far

Dissention unwanted he did achieve

His ranks thus spilt he fell from power

His grand plans were decisively thwarted

And a new power came to fore

Perhaps things now can be sorted


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Weekend Writing Prompt #221 – Thwart

Tessellate

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Tiles aligned in pattern sequenced

Like justified words upon a page

Moroccan designs of tessellation

To the encounter’s backdrop the perfect stage

And so, the minister strode – upon a mission of state

To be confronted by the awaiting press

A statement he was called – to the nation to make

He spouted party line

His words too did tessellate


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Weekend Writing Prompt #218 – Tessellate in 58 words

Demanding Change

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The petition had received the requisite number of signatures, and it was now on the agenda for the next Council meeting.   It had been a long road, but the movement’s supporters were sure that this time the political wanna-bees of the town would start to understand that they were not the all-knowing sovereign power they thought they were.  Yes, this was going to be true democracy at work.  The people demanded change, and the Council better give it to them.  After all, who waits until Friday for bin collection anyway?  The weekend rubbish just has to go sooner!


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Weekend Writing Prompt #217 – Requisite in 98 words

The Debate

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It was the most acrimonious meeting of the Neighbourhood Association that anyone could remember. It was even worse that the one where the “foreign” family broke protocol and used cooking ingredients not on the “approved list,” for the annual Founder’s Day picnic.

“It breaks with tradition, and we all know how important tradition is,” Margery Cooke said authoritatively as others nodded in agreement.

“But times are changing,” Mable Hunt retorted, to applause of as few of the more progressive members.

“Well that might be all well and good over in Highland Park, but it won’t wash here in Pleasant Acres,” Margery countered.

In the end there was a very tense vote, and with the breaking of tradition the motion passed by the margin of three votes. Times were indeed changing in Pleasant Acres and the hanging baskets on Main Street were going to feature purple rather than red petunias this year. It was quite the coup.


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #120

Democracy

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Seemingly past its prime, its steps well worn

Giving the appearance sad – forlorn

But democracy’s not dead – not quite yet

Though its recent path has left some regret

But we who believe in higher things

Trust in a public voice

Above tyrants or kings

So while its been battered

And some questioned its repute

The will of the people

Shall not be mute


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Fallen

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Majestic once, you towered high

Reaching arrogantly to the sky

But your vanity proved a lie

For you in the wind tumbled

And you now rot where you lie

There are those that greatness claim

If they don’t see this lesson

They have only themselves to blame


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The Victor


Donny had never really taken life to seriously.  He had been the class clown in high school and coasted through college with an art degree which he admitted was based on work that was derivative at best, or just throwing colour randomly on canvas.  He got himself a job at a gallery by connections with a girl he had dated in college and lost it about as fast as he lost her.  So how could he now be standing in front of a cheering crowd as their mayor? He had only registered as a candidate as a drunken dare.


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Flash Fiction Challenge: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about something a character never dreamed would happen.

One More Coal

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“Things are panning out just as I planned,” Dr. Notorious said.  “Racial unrest has been heightened, and that wonderful virus as divided people over social distancing, and mask-wearing.  And now a few well-placed fake voting boxes, and a few cut cables in the system, and all will be ready to bring about my revolution of chaos.   It will take just one more coal and all will be ready for me to arrive and take control.”

His henchman, Boris nodded and leaned over to toss a coal into the fire. 

“It was a metaphor, you fool, a metaphor!”

 

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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

Patriot

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I have served my society

Risked life and prepared for war

Been ready to put all on the line

While you mock the oath I swore

I feel quite uncomfortable

With the thing you ask of me

The breaking of the law

In the name of “liberty”

You claim to be a patriot

But I see your colours true

The only colour that you serve

Is the one that best serves you

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