Short stories!

GailSimone has challenges on twitter every now and then. Six word stories, short descriptions, whatever.

Here are a few of mine.

Superhero puberty in eight words or less: Voice, hair, hormones, X-ray vision is more fun.

Six words or less, Any superhero's post-coital statement without cursing: "...Being the fastest man alive stinks." - The Flash

A complete story in one Twitter post, featuring comic characters, without the use of the letter 'e': Tara backstabs Gar and Titans. Tara is crazy.

The story, for those who are not comics-savy, is the Judas Contract. It's very good, and I highly recommend it.

National Novel Writing Month Sestina

I'll write the fifty thousand in a flash!
You watch, the words will come and I will write.
I'll have some problems, but they won't last long.
I've got my story, what an awesome plot!
I know that this will be the best November
Yes, NaNoWriMo isn't very hard.

I didn't think that it would be this hard.
These words don't work, and warnings seem to flash
At me that I should just forget November's
Challenge. I know that I can always write
My novel in another month. The plot
Is better for a story half as long…

But no! I've worked too hard for just too long
To give up now. I'll strain my brain so hard
It might explode. But I will have my plot!
Just come on, Shana, you can have a flash
Of genius! Oh, just watch me as I write!
You're almost half way through this year's November.

The words have left like leaves in dark November.
I knew it was too hard, too lame, too long.
And why did I not realize that to write
Was not my calling after all? Too hard
To think about it. My camera's flash
just couldn't freeze or capture any plot.

I'd rather drop my awful, flimsy plot.
I've got some homework due during November.
And plus, I'd rather read my brand new Flash
Comics. Neglected on my shelf too long.
I want to finish, but it's just too hard!
It takes more will than I have now to write.

But how can I ignore those that I write?
My hero's hanging off a cliff, my plot
Is not as bad as I had thought. It's hard
To not give up, but now awful November
is all but gone. I know it won't be long.
And in the darkness, guiding lights now flash.

Who knew? The brilliant flash hid a fine plot.
It might be cold and long just like November.
But I've worked hard, and somehow it's all right.

Poem: High Speed Romance

Momentum was a speedy girl
A hero quick and bright.
She ran and ran around the world,
to turn all Wrongs to Right.

The villain Hush did steal some loot.
And vanished then in fear.
Momentum caught her in pursuit
But left something more dear.

It was not right, Momentum knew,
To love an Evil one.
It might be wrong, but through and through,
She knew that Hush had won.

She freed Hush from her prison cell
And showed her a new life.
But Hush did not do Good so well
And wanted to cause strife.

So Hush, she left Momentum's side
And stole her heart and wealth.
Momentum ran and ran and cried.
She cursed her perfect health.

So learn from this, young heroes true,
Though villains sexy are,
They will not love as heroes do.
Your heart they'll surely scar.

But do not fear, for there is hope
For love that will not fail.
For though Momentum now does mope,
Let's hear more of her tale.

Now Delta was a heroine
Who morphed near all the time.
A hero tried and true, she'd win
And stop quickly all crime.

She met Momentum one fine night
While she fought some bad guy.
She helped in the heroic fight
And caught Momentum's eye.

They met again, this time for fun.
They talked and talked some more.
Momentum saw the rising sun;
her heart no longer sore.

They fell in love and all was grand,
But what of evil Hush?
She's doing time, I understand,
And not in any rush.