Last week’s challenge: “Choose Your Motif”
The haiku.
Three lines in syllables of 5 / 7 / 5.
You’re going to use the haiku form to tell a story.
I’ll be nice: you can have three haikus to tell that story.
Hew to the 5 / 7 / 5 structure — yes, there are other permutations of the haiku form, but we’re going to go with the base level structure we all know and love from English class.
This week has a prize:
If you win, I’ll toss you a copy of each of my writing-related e-books. That’s both Penmonkey books and all four of my “lists of 25” books (starting with 250 Things).
You’ll get those e-books in PDF format.
You have till next Friday to post your three-haiku story in the comments below. That is to say, by February 8th at noon EST. You get only one entry, so choose well. (Multiple entries will disqualify all entries.)
I’ll choose my favorite the week following.
Now go forth and haiku the hell out of this place.
Or, rather:
The terribleminds
haiku challenge is now live
for you to conquer
EDIT: Winners!
THREE WINNERS, DECLARED. I know, I said one but c’mon. This was a very, very hard challenge to judge. Because so many good options. Sooooo many. Anyway. The three winners:
UrsulaV!
Valerie Valdes!
and…
Spenschwartz!
CONGRATS, HOOMANS.
Hit me up at terribleminds at gmail dot com, if you please.
— c.
Ryan says:
First! Click my name above for a super hero story.
With a twist!
February 1, 2013 — 8:28 AM
terribleminds says:
@Ryan:
The haiku entries need to be posted in the comments of this post. Thanks!
— c.
February 1, 2013 — 9:01 AM
Ryan says:
My bad.
Here is the story that I call:
Super Heroes
Secret time and place;
New York City at Midnight.
Masked Men Assemble.
Plans are made quickly
To stop the evil menace
That devours worlds…
Then Mom comes downstairs
Interrupts our game as she says
“Dinner’s ready, boys!”
February 1, 2013 — 9:20 PM
cats17 says:
Like!
February 2, 2013 — 10:29 AM
TheOtherTracy says:
Attack
We cordoned them off
And tried our best to hold fast.
Still, they ran us down.
June died from a bite,
Henry from a ripped stomach.
Ralph, my son, eaten.
I am the last here.
Though I will die, that’s certain,
I’ll take them with me.
February 1, 2013 — 9:20 AM
Lena says:
This one!
February 1, 2013 — 12:29 PM
Alan John says:
Now that’s a story in three haikus! Nice!
February 3, 2013 — 9:04 PM
itsfamilyjules says:
Love it!
February 4, 2013 — 3:22 PM
Chris says:
L V four two six,
Keep this for close encounters,
Standup fight? Bug hunt?
What’s this sticky stuff?
Maybe it’s like an anthive.
Bees man, bees have hives.
AAH AAAAH AAAH AAAGH AAAH!
AAAH AGH AAARGH AAH AAAAH AAAAGH AAARGH!
APONE? WHERE’S APONE?
February 1, 2013 — 9:28 AM
Doug Sturtevant says:
Boy meets Girl in bar
They decide to go camping
Off they go in car
Serial Killer
is in the woods where they camp
Boy meets gory end
The Killer is foiled
Girl alone escapes to tell
She’ll be in sequel
February 1, 2013 — 9:30 AM
Jennifer says:
The scent of wet iron
Suspended heavy and moist
I breathe it, coated
It seeps into skin
Crusting hair, painting the walls
Flying in wide arcs
The dance of the blade
Partners in parting the flesh
Life circling death.
February 1, 2013 — 9:53 AM
cats17 says:
I like the imagery!
February 1, 2013 — 10:20 AM
Brendan Flattery says:
Page after page, thrown
aside, forgotten evermore.
Characters, settings
midwifed in a world
of his own making, unfinished,
undefined, alive
only in his own
mind. Frustrated, yet compelled.
The writer’s madness.
February 1, 2013 — 9:39 AM
cats17 says:
Nice
February 1, 2013 — 10:21 AM
itsfamilyjules says:
I really like this!
February 4, 2013 — 3:23 PM
Scott Katinger says:
Golden hair, warm eyes
An unconditional love
So deep it pains me
She waits patiently,
Just wanting to leave, go, but
Hoping I’ll follow.
It’s cold, wet and dark
But I cannot deny her.
She’s a damn good dog.
February 1, 2013 — 9:54 AM
darleneaubol says:
Awww, been there.
February 1, 2013 — 11:02 AM
Fred Kiesche says:
Waning moon clouded
Razor claws slice cold air clear
Dog walk goes poorly
The beast is a myth
Stories of old dry women
Truth comes from sharp pain
Life drains fast away
Innards unwind reel by reel
Fresh feasting begins
February 1, 2013 — 10:03 AM
onethemis says:
I like the visuals you pack into the lines.
February 7, 2013 — 11:40 PM
Quinn says:
His car is broken
Not able to fix the damn thing
No one helps the man
His girl is pissed
She says he is so lazy
Now no car or girl
He feels so lonesome
The need to fap arises
He fucks the muffler
February 1, 2013 — 10:05 AM
E.J. Newman says:
When she saw him there
Standing on the street corner
She thought she had failed
How else could he be
Alive and well in this place
And injury free?
Then she realised
It was only a stranger
With the same blonde hair
February 1, 2013 — 10:25 AM
tiakall says:
Walking down the street
Suddenly, thugs everywhere!
Where did they come from?
They fight; I fight back.
Punching, kicking through the air.
I defeat them all.
One has a hammer.
Struck from behind, I then die.
“Please Insert Quarter”
February 1, 2013 — 10:28 AM
darleneaubol says:
“You are poor,” they said.
“America is rich, so why be poor?”
“Your parents made stupid choices.”
Time passed and opportunities fled.
Jobs of simplicity moved to other countries.
The braggarts were simple people.
I see them with little.
They often depend on friends and relatives.
They dodge my firm gaze.
aka Darlene Underdahl
http://www.VermillionRoadPress.com
February 1, 2013 — 10:34 AM
darleneaubol says:
Oops, I used full words instead of “moras.” Not something we did on the farm; disqualified, carry on.
February 1, 2013 — 10:46 AM
scratchingcat says:
Wet, cold and foggy.
We sneak through the dark forest.
My heart beats faster.
A startled deer stares.
I watch as he aims and shoots.
A bullet rips flesh.
Another shot tears.
Who else is in this forest?
My hand is blood red.
February 1, 2013 — 11:15 AM
Eric Quertermous says:
Fog over San Fran
City seems waiting to wake
Tender moment now
Roll over to you
Long red hair resting on me
Breasts softly breathing
Falling more in love
Getting lost in your wonder
Pull you in closer
February 1, 2013 — 12:08 PM
itsfamilyjules says:
Romantic and lovely, you really captured something here!
February 4, 2013 — 3:25 PM
Susan Dutton says:
The flowing of ki
After a long abstinence
Makes a restless night.
Powerful hips flow.
Our connection is Aiki;
Our blending is breath.
We practice to find
The way of self victory.
But the joy of loss!
February 1, 2013 — 12:45 PM
John Armstrong says:
Zarathustra speaks
Technology evolves for
Travels to the stars
Planets orbit sun
Space station whirls to a waltz
HAL no match for man
Transcendence achieved
Star child floats in universe
We waltz to credits
February 1, 2013 — 1:09 PM
Samantha Holloway (@pirategirljack) says:
The ghost never saw
When I came out of the dark
And turned the tables
I can’t walk through walls
But I can trace whole hist’ries
Life and death defined
“Just stop haunting me”
Says the ghost to the live girl
“No, I love too hard”
February 1, 2013 — 1:55 PM
S.W. Sondheimer says:
Baby up all night.
Overslept, no writing time.
Coffee goes ice cold.
Trip to see dinos.
Happy toddler helps a bit.
But now comes migraine.
Then, at Trader Joe’s,
Son says, “Mom, you are perfect.”
Now, best day ever.”
February 1, 2013 — 2:00 PM
itsfamilyjules says:
Aw! I love this!
February 4, 2013 — 3:26 PM
S.W. Sondheimer says:
thanks!
February 4, 2013 — 8:02 PM
Jayne says:
He’s done it again.
Covered in blood, but not his.
The girl has no head.
I always find him.
Sees me, sparks, he remembers.
I kiss him, we run.
I’m sleeping, he stirs.
Tonight, he doesn’t know me.
He’s holding a knife.
February 1, 2013 — 3:06 PM
Alan John says:
Epic poems were in
dotted whole notes held by strings
Time for everything
Then the microwave
Odysseys turned six word tweets
symphonies to beeps
Now it’s flashes, clicks
and we’re all the evening news
glad for three haikus
February 1, 2013 — 3:47 PM
itsfamilyjules says:
Very cool!
February 4, 2013 — 3:34 PM
MerylF says:
Hear the hunters bay
Hungry for our hearts and minds
Metal monsters feed
Humanity’s fall
We reach heaven when we take
Glass stairs to the moon
Dead ships float below
Worn treads upon the stairs
Only we remain
February 1, 2013 — 3:56 PM
Tom Demma says:
He lost his job
Wandered the streets all alone
Where would he go and
Where and how would he live now?
And what would he do
Life now means nothing
The subway platform is packed
As the train speeds by
He steps into the darkness
February 1, 2013 — 4:10 PM
Deni says:
Be quiet, I say
Stunned short by cicadas’ song
Puzzled, her head tilts
What’s that? She asks me
Is it from the time before?
When the sky was blue?
Then the sad smile tugs
So many things she’ll not grasp
From ere they came here
February 1, 2013 — 4:28 PM
UrsulaV says:
Once upon a time
the wolf came begging for help
out of woods gone mad.
The Little Red girls
Dozens of them, maybe more
Gone mad and mindless.
They swarmed past him
to the old mad matriarch
to Grandmother’s House.
February 1, 2013 — 4:36 PM
itsfamilyjules says:
I really love it. Cool way to turn the tables!
February 4, 2013 — 3:33 PM
Alyssa Udall says:
blackened metal hulls
of once airborne, once nuke-packed
aircraft, field of ash
and this idle hope:
me, sifting through carrion
for your sky-fixed gaze.
blink once, twice. then, there,
beside the silo of dead.
silver-ringed finger.
February 1, 2013 — 4:53 PM
Melanie Marttila says:
Windswept horizon;
Terrible gift of magick;
Lies and secrets hide.
Blood and flame strip life;
Mad voice of vengeance whispers;
Spirits turn teachers.
Faces enemy;
Seven lights against the dark;
Power claimed through death.
February 1, 2013 — 5:10 PM
Jake Hirsimaki (@JDR_Hirsimaki) says:
Voices are calling,
demons are gnawing. Always
they call, gnaw, and fight.
I smite, I smite, but
the demons remain. Always
they call, gnaw, and fight.
Demon against mind.
I smite, but still they bite. Still
they call, gnaw, and fight.
February 1, 2013 — 5:26 PM
cats17 says:
I Like the repetition!
February 2, 2013 — 10:37 AM
Chelsea says:
A dysfunctional Family Christmas:
Family abounds
Where did I put that whiskey?
Coldest winds whisper
Dad is caroling!
Did you spike the egg nog yet?
Snow falls on branches
Christmas is over
Jesus, I’ve got a headache
Flowers grow restless
February 1, 2013 — 5:36 PM
spenschwartz says:
It takes a long time
to master the detection
of ancient portals.
She helped me too much,
she could sniff them out and I
didn’t have to learn.
Hopping between worlds,
she died abruptly and now
I’m stuck, lost, alone.
February 1, 2013 — 6:07 PM
Jon says:
well done!
February 3, 2013 — 5:49 PM
RTAllwin says:
The night falls darkly
Over the quiet suburb;
A child falls asleep.
She wakes at midnight
And sees the shadow enter
Her moonlit bedroom.
The last word she speaks
Is a barely whispered “Please”,
As her body breaks.
February 1, 2013 — 9:44 PM
itsfamilyjules says:
Creepy as all get-out. I really like it!
February 4, 2013 — 3:27 PM
Cassandra Page says:
Sirens wail alarms.
The firestorm approaches;
the sky turns to ash.
Trails of cars snake free
of flaming suburbia.
Will their homes survive?
Some lose everything.
Others are more fortunate.
The city rebuilds.
February 1, 2013 — 10:03 PM
arcticsilver1 says:
Hooves hit the paved street.
Children hide beneath windows.
Everyone, silent.
But too soon the hooves
stop. A door is knocked upon.
No one will answer.
They barge in the house:
Eyes cold, solemn faces. Then
she screams in terror.
February 1, 2013 — 10:31 PM
Jennifer says:
Unexpected joy
leads to unexpected pain;
the child is conceived.
Nine long grueling months
filled with doubts and fears and puke,
till the child arrives.
Baby blues open
peering deep into my soul;
yes child, I am yours.
February 2, 2013 — 12:18 AM
itsfamilyjules says:
Deep and touching.
February 4, 2013 — 3:28 PM
drgrigg says:
Down Deep
Deep in the dark earth
Dwelling in hot rock below
Microbes rule the world.
Ancient beyond words
Is the conscious biomass
Speaking without speech.
Never in an age
Ruling in its dark domain
Does it dream of men.
February 2, 2013 — 12:21 AM
drgrigg says:
Sorry, lose the first two words, which were intended as a title.
February 2, 2013 — 12:22 AM
spiralmewtrix says:
Awesome
February 2, 2013 — 5:07 PM
Anthony Elmore says:
The hearth dims and cools.
Nightfall prowls in on tiptoe.
The lantern quivers.
Claws scrape on the roof.
Dust falling from the rafters.
Growls shake us awake.
Rifle shots echo and ring.
A groan, a sliding and a thud.
Mom shelves the rifle.
February 2, 2013 — 1:38 AM
Marion says:
With knife I waited
Watching for that one moment
For stars to align
I made the mistake
Of letting my gaze lower
To the victim’s eyes
No fear did I see
But triumph instead as I
fell over quite dead
February 2, 2013 — 3:59 AM
Lars C. Billbäck says:
I was just stupid
that circle of lit candles
I did not mean to
The book was open
I just wanted to know
Those sweet and clear words
They will come at dusk
They heard me and are coming
And all things will end
February 2, 2013 — 5:25 AM
snellopy says:
Revenants arise
Like a goddamned B-movie
Zombies walk the earth
The Apocalypse?
Two types of monster – undead
and the desperate
Shambling horrors come
Endless swarm. Lusting for brains
Bang! Bang… Bang-Bang! Click!
February 2, 2013 — 8:47 AM
Greg Paquin says:
I fucking farted
The smell is something heinous
Inhale it and die
So it’s chuck wendig
that wants us to write haikus
for his amusement
Maybe I’ll win books
But the shittiest part is
I have read them all
February 2, 2013 — 3:46 PM
Laura W. says:
I laughed out loud. And yeah, I’ve read a few of them too…but I love any excuse to write haiku! 🙂
February 3, 2013 — 3:52 PM
spiralmewtrix says:
It was all my fault
Here, another bruise added
To my collection
Piecing together
A reason for this torment
No sense to be had
A vision of truth
I trudge through this troubled mess
Exit door is found
February 2, 2013 — 5:05 PM
cats17 says:
I can totally relate.
February 3, 2013 — 8:37 AM
misterradon says:
Silence can become
Golden in heated moments
When words lose value
But if I don’t speak
My mind will never relent
So let me unload
I can never be
The perfect man that you want
But I do love you
February 2, 2013 — 8:58 PM
wombatdeamor says:
The aliens land
and find nothing worth taking
back to their planet.
They can’t leave empty-
handed. They abduct a man
named “Napoleon.”
He looks hungry, and
he mumbles. The aliens
give him a hot meal.
February 3, 2013 — 1:15 AM
RX. says:
The first rain of the
season began to fall, so
she hitched up her hood
The wind blew it off
But her date didn’t notice,
Just scowled at the sky
It was still summer
Technically, but she had
Never felt so cold.
Thanks for the inspiration to write something today, Wendig!
February 3, 2013 — 2:01 AM
Daniel Nest says:
The scanner is on.
I count the dots on the screen:
One, two…three lifeforms.
Can this sight be true?
They really live among us?
Unbelievable!
Nurse finally speaks.
It is just as I had feared:
We’re having triplets!
February 3, 2013 — 7:35 AM
cats17 says:
The worms were eating
his brain, slowly, but surely;
deranging his mind.
Violent laughter,
racing thoughts, profanities;
Evil worms biting.
My son, knife in hand,
Plummeted, to his grim death.
The evil worms fled.
February 3, 2013 — 9:41 AM
@waltrosenfeld says:
Some great entries here!
*******
Beyond Red Despair
pain rends behind,
eyes, to scope downrange on friend’s,
death, to his killers
in this red anoit?
ten times ten hundred splatters?
peace heart-squeeze-beat peace!
No. I am undone.
Fidelity must live now
beyond red despair.
February 3, 2013 — 10:06 AM
kkvaneps says:
Next Door
She goes to work tired
up late listening to screams,
cries of helpless youth.
He’s in the hallway.
Burn marks on his arms and legs,
a three-year-old’s smile.
That night she sharpens
and prepares her alibi.
She plans to avenge.
February 3, 2013 — 3:13 PM