In boredom
Finding a good story
Is like a spring
In the desert

The vampire sings
Such a lovely song
I hate to see the coming dawn
My heart still feels the ting
The darkness no longer seems gloomy
On the night the vampire sings

Pink bubbles
Flow from the bathtub
All sizes
Yet the same
Soaring like mighty eagles
Then they just go POP!

In the pines
A purple flower
Blooms among
The needles
Bringing color to the drab
A symbol of life

The cupboard
Could not hold his dreams,
So the green dish fled his home.
He traveled the entire world, sailed the
Seven seas, and even went
Into outer space.
What a life!

The clock strikes ten.
I have two hours to finish this story.
*Done!

Tiny
Orange mushrooms
Bloom inside the pine stump
Within the corpse of death life breathes
Again

A rose carved from ice slowly melts away. Imitations of nature vanish quickly, even when crafted by men of great talent. The superiority of mankind is rejected.

Bats arrived
In the Ozark hills
Lived among
The people
Taking a human body
As the sun went down

Some got drunk
On homemade whiskey
Passing out
Getting trapped
By the bright morning sunrise
Turning to mere dust

The hens were sleeping
A crisp cool breeze was blowing
And the full moon shinned
The chicken snakes crept inside
To begin their feast
Then one of them fell in love
His cold evil heart
Was struck by Cupid's arrow
He licked the hen's beak
She awoke and fear overcame
The farmer heard screams
And all the chicken snakes fled
That is all but one
While trying to win her love
The farmer chopped his head off

Emptiness
No stories to tell
Splitting pain
Sleepless nights
The serpent always striking
Courage still survives

Peppermint
A soothing flavor
For the breath
Yet it fades
As the hands of the clock move
The taste always ends

Liberty
The gift of freedom
Paid with blood
And brave sweat
As the hands of the clock move
The taste can remain

Destiny
Can be decided
Liberty
Peppermint
As the hands of the clock move
Which taste will you choose

In Rattlesnake City
The moonlight had never shined
Poison reigned supreme
A small lamb offered his life
Bitten in his heart
Leaving a ****** red scar
The rattlesnakes mocked his tomb
A lion appeared
With a crown upon his head
His subjects shouted
As the rattlesnakes were consumed
The mooonlight then beamed
On this noble conqueror
The red scar on his heart glowed

Cartoon Man
Held captive by the ink
The artist
Designs him
Each thought and move is public
And no soul within

The names I would give if I had 26 sons.

Abel
Benjamin
Conway
Darth
Evan (After my nephew)
Fabian
Garth
Hollis (My dad)
Joey (My brother)
Isaac (My grandfather)
Kent
Lemuel
Matthew
Nathaniel
Othniel
Paul
Quinton
R­ichard (My middle name)
Sandage (My grandmother’s maiden name)
Terry (My name)
Uzziah
Val
William (My great grandfather)
X (One of my favorite wrestlers was Doctor X)
Yale
Zacchaeus

Bland
Yet talented
John Z. Adams

Once
World Champion
By battle royal

Always
Looked over
Due to personality

As
Time past
His greatness noticed

Often
Looking backwards
We discover things

Cartoon Duck
Always the victim
Of the world
He lives in
Yet loved by those who view him
In the living world

One night as I was going to bed, I looked out the window and saw 55 yellow balloons flying by. I grabbed by coat and went outside. “I wonder where they come from and where they are going,” I said to myself.”

The mystery of the yellows balloon caused me to become wide awake. My keys were in my coat, and I decided to follow these 55 yellow balloons. I drove until daylight, and then the 55 yellow balloons ascended above the clouds.

Today this mystery remains unsolved. It appears they were seen by no one else, and the news never reported it. Some things cannot ever be explained by human reasoning. This is the case of the 55 yellow balloons

Long ago
In another land
Where surreal
Was the norm
Lived a knight who had no sword
Rode a unicorn

In battle
The unicorn’s horn
Struck many
In the heart
Soon the two were greatly feared
Mighty men trembled

However
All men meet their match
An arrow
Full of lead
Went through the unicorn’s hoof
Death quickly crept in

The archers
Surrounded the knight
He trembled
Full of tears
His nobility vanished
Painfully dying

This stallion looked quite strange. His nose was round and his tail could grip. Bananas were in his feed trough. Later it was discovered that he was a quarter monkey.

Leaves
Cease
Falling
Bluebirds sing
Winter slips away
Drinking soda filled with ice cubes

When one writes ten word stories,
One must think fast.