What’s behind the door? Why is it closed?

No one really liked to talk about the door in Grandma’s house.  Everyone knew about it; it sat at the end of the hallway by the radiator, leading to a room that no one had been in.  But for some reason, it gave everyone just a horrible feeling, so much so that they didn’t even like to look at it.  But one day, little Roland made the brave leap forward.

Despite all of his instincts telling him to leave, he went to the door one day and peeked through the keyhole.  There was nothing to be seen but a dim yellow light, yet even that sent shivers down his spine.  After several deep breaths, he gripped the handle and opened the door.

Inside was a dark room that was designed completely differently from the rest of the house.  It seemed to be made up of warped wood that had been waterlogged for too long.

Write a poem about an ordinary object - dice

A click and a clatter

As marble hits glass

Begets a tornado of possibilities

Before landing on chance

The entrepaneur’s downfall

Comes when luck puts sixes down

Tears

Desperation

Another roll

Repeat

The gamer’s joy

Erupts when twenty comes up to breathe

A critical moment!

Before the next encounter

Photographs shape public opinion.

A picture’s worth a thousand words.  Everybody knows that.  But there are times when a single picture can be a shot heard around the fucking world.  One snap of a politician getting into a car with a hooker or someone cheating on their significant other at a party, and suddenly the public’s view is shattered.  Their faith takes a gut punch if they liked the guy.  And more often than not, everyone descends on the person like scavengers ready to pick their flesh off while they’re down.

It’s how tabloids try to make their money, by putting a suggestive picture with a headline meant to shock people.  But here’s the thing, those vague photos are nothing compared to the smoking gun picture.  It doesn’t even come close.  Sure, there are some sheeple who will buy into those tabloids, just like there are people on the Internet who insist with all their heart that the moon landing was faked

An annoying boss, a bikini, and a fake illness

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” Cyndi rasped into the phone.  “I woke up with this and I can barely get out of bed.”

“Are you sure?” her boss whined from the other line.  “I could send you the reports over email or something like that.  Maybe an audio file of the meeting?  Something over Skype?”

As he prattled on, Cyndi gazed at the tiny turquoise bikini hanging on the chair.  Drawing on it for inspiration, she let out something between a moan and a death rattle.  This finally seemed to shut the man up.

“Right then.  I’ll see you in five days.”

At your housewarming party, the food suddenly comes to life. What happens?

The night was young and crazy at the Eldred-Cohen housewarming party.  People were eating, drinking, and making merry as best they could to commemorate Colin's new home.  Things were going as planned until the rice started to move.  Slowly, it shifted and started moving out of the pan, taking the crispy tadig with it.  Everyone dropped that they were doing and stared at it, amazing.  Another shock came when the various pieces of the taco salad started to leave their containers and the wine hopped over to the glass table.  All of them stood side by side from shortest to tallest.  Then, without warning, they began to sing.

"You could have ordered pizza

Or gross take-out Chinese

But instead you put your effort to

Some good old recipes."

Jesus, take the wheel!

My entire body ached as I laid there on the bristled grass.  But I steeled myself and sat up, just in time to see my car slam into a rock and flip over.  My car!  My white horse on my quest for vengeance against the assholes the stole my lawn gnomes!  Who could have… Jesus.

I couldn’t believe it.  I trusted that bobble head with our ride to glory and now it was up in flames.  How could he fail me when I needed him most?  I mean, it’s Jesus.  If you can’t trust a bobble head of Jesus to drive, who can you trust?  I rushed forward to pull him out and give him an earful when the car was wracked with explosions.