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Post by littleskinny on Sept 19, 2004 9:48:32 GMT -5
THE HEADLINE GAME
Quite simple, eyecatching headlines from either your local, or the tabloid press, become the subjects (and titles) of poems to be written on this board.
Walking home yesterday, the headline on the boards was "COUPLE KILLED BY BURGLAR", so there's your title - now write the poem.....
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Sept 20, 2004 15:46:58 GMT -5
So, after a night of drinking 1/2 a gallon ofcheap wine I head down the road, it's been cold of late & my neighbors make entirely too much noise can't say I was much inclined to go home... as I wandered the bite of the cold became considerable... I huddled in an apartment stairwell, shivering... as I fought off the icy feel, I noticed the door wasn't locked & became overly curious, nudging it open with my index knuckle, it swung open & I entered it seemed no one was there, probably an elderly couple or a single spinnster... I've always prided myself on knowing how the houses of others are laid out ..perhaps we're not very original... I made my way to the kitchen for a bite, the fridge while not extravigant, was amply stocked made a cold ham sandwich and drank some milk I hadn't noticed, probably due to my hunger but I was eating on the floor, knife in hand ...all of a suden, I was most intrussively interupted by this older couple, whom turned the lights on but before I startled them eating on the kitchen floor, I tore the females vocal cords with the serated edge of the knife & in the same continuous motion slashed her husbands throat as well, I liberated the remaining ham from the refridgerator and as the lady gasped, like a dying fish I placed the heal of my boot on her tracea and crushed it untill there was nothing more than a fading gurggling sound..................................
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Post by Kitten on Sept 20, 2004 15:54:46 GMT -5
I really liked the prose like dealio you went for there! and this was my fav, made me chuckle..."my way to the kitchen for a bite, the fridge while not extravigant, was amply stocked "
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Sept 20, 2004 16:07:16 GMT -5
took one post & 2 modifications but came together nicely thank you, its just a great Idea for a thread, way ta'go skinny! And I quote Ali G "Respect!" ;D
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Post by littleskinny on Sept 22, 2004 14:31:47 GMT -5
Nice!! Good comedy touches as well as the macabre - esp the bit the Kitty quoted..... I'm interested in other people's interpretations of the headline - I like that your murderer was drunk, it wasn't preplanned, (he was just interrupted feeding, like an animal), but he still enjoyed himself.....
coolio - really glad you think it's a good idea, guess it's my turn to do my own challenge, then....!!
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The Alternative To Death
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Post by The Alternative To Death on Oct 25, 2004 1:23:29 GMT -5
I liked that poem, because of the way it was in the buglars percpetive. It was nice, if that's what one might say...
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Post by Addrienne on Dec 12, 2004 17:59:01 GMT -5
Haha, nice, Fire. mm... is this all that'll be here? will there be no more headlines?
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Post by carpenoctern on Dec 13, 2004 21:26:35 GMT -5
*Headline in the paper today read: "Firesprite Constructure"*
a firesprite of rainbow constructe perches upon the sill to nurture and instruct
ripples in the corrugated film entwine subtle remedies as the ghost of transparency seeks to establish the patent portent of his own unselfish design
the sprites devoted fixation on the deck at hand causes smiles to erupt and distract the bitter man from his realm of delusional contraband
mornings dusk signs the release of a soul from the grains of slumbers demanding sand
a firesprite of celestial correlation perches upon the pillar of righteous damnation
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Feb 15, 2005 2:50:24 GMT -5
I liked that poem, because of the way it was in the buglars percpetive. It was nice, if that's what one might say... *Wonders why she wrote that as a guest* Good stuff Carpe. What I liked best was the 3rd & 4th stanza.
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Post by eapoe666 on Mar 18, 2005 19:00:26 GMT -5
O.K. Background: I write for a satire group on my college campus. We call ourselves The State and pretend to be as funny as The Onion. Anyway, I'm stealing one of my ha-ha headlines for this challenge (hope you'll enjoy the twist). Here goes: Amputee Hospital Installs Bedside Slot Machines...
If my fractured hand could reach the lever, Ten thousand silver quarters could jingle Like sleighbells into my yearning lap And perhaps pay for some laughing gas To forget.
My legs throb like two aching babies Screaming for sustainance, for anything To ease the pain, no sense remains In my ramblings, my babblings... Won't somebody wash my life Down the drain?
So I'm leaning over, almost falling From my white-sheeted bed, splattered In my own excrement, and they tell me If I can just win a few thousand This will all be payed for and maybe They'll even bring out that thick needle, Euthanasia.
Paradise is lost on blinking lights And empty greed... Some sensation, sense of life is all I need.
Kaitlyn M. Ulmer (hey, this wound up being darker than I intended...I suppose its just the mood I'm in.)
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Apr 5, 2006 2:22:29 GMT -5
Ha ha... the concept is horrible, but the poetry's great! A fu.cken slot machine... ahha.
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 19, 2006 7:52:53 GMT -5
eapoe - that's damn fine!
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Post by littleskinny on Apr 29, 2007 9:52:30 GMT -5
New headline campers...
EMERGENCY SERVICES ASSESS TREMOR DAMAGE
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