Selma had blown off the task of staffing the fall anti drug assembly, and now her choices were limited. When she suggested her old boyfriend, Slither Jones, the principal simply signed off.
Slither marketed himself as a motivational speaker who travelled with “an exciting collection of scaled predato(more)rs.” The principal envisioned a semi skilled orator who would enthrall middle schoolers with terrariums of snakes and anti drug rhetoric. Instead, his nick name described his mobility preference and he was an expert in group hypnosis.
Moving into the gym with what could only be described as a variation on the Worm, Slither began to speak into his wireless mic. “Hello, Jefferson Davis creepy crawlers!” The crowd went wild. Nobody remembers what happened next, except vague memories of 13 year old boys making jokes about their trouser snakes and girls referring to their geckos.
At bus time, they didn't remember much, but they reassured each other by pretending they did. In their faux relief they forgot about the promised peek at rapacious reptiles. Nobody bothered to look under the bleachers.
Monday there was an assembly of a different kind.(less)
A deadline makes my head lined with all kinds of off rhymes. No time to rewind, rewording each line. Just let my words flow, the same way a breeze blows. This is my attempt at prose, most will have to plug their nose. This is not my writing style, I just thought I'd(more) play awhile. Could try to be more versatile, but my one wish is to beguile.
Deadlines take away the pressure to let your big ideas fester. Try to think of something fresher, but it's just an empty gesture. Expression spews forth from your fingers, see if there's a thought that lingers. Snatch it up into your pincers, release it to the world of thinkers. All your time spent on the edit, your main idea, you might forget it. Give yourself a bit of credit, vision comes if you will let it.
Deadlines put the mind at ease, most of us would disagree, but they can help to clear debris, and help you be a bit gutsy. Next time I might go for glory, try to write a little story. It would start out hunky dory, but end up as a beast all gory. Rhymity rhymes are easier, they shoot out like a meteor. Couldn't be much greedier, I even made it cheesier.
Deadlines for 300 words, on topics you have never heard. If you think that sounds absurd, you probably aren't a huge word nerd. But fellow writers let's unite, create a story every night. Even if the theme's not tight, let's write to fill our own delight. A few more words and then I'll go, let's see if I can make them flow. I'm no Edgar Allen Poe, but deadline creeps, I must bestow.