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113 - Ramen

An ode (read: haiku) to ramen. Two minutes.

Five minutes, a bowl, boiling water and a pot. Ramen is living.

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112 - Of Time and food-induced Injuries

I only miss my weekly schedule if Sunday passes without an update, so, hooray for time zones. Also, ever had your breakfast hurt you? Two minutes.

The clock is ticking, but it's still last week somewhere. Breakfast burned my face.

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111 - Season of Disappointment

So far, this winter sucks. I’ve seen snow for two days and it wasn’t good for a snowman either. Two minutes.

The cold bites my face, the rain pierces my jacket. This winter does suck.

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110 - Final Push

Time flies by as my deadline approaches somewhere on the edge of the horizon. Will I make it or keep procrastinating myself into oblivion? Two minutes.

One month gone by now So time to kick into gear One year remaining

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109 - Annual Dread

Early every year, I agonize over where to go in my vacations. And so the cycle repeats this year. Two minutes.

Vacations are fun, but I don't like to plan them. Why can't I decide?

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108 - Return to Madness

I could be doing things other than work. But why would I? Two minutes.

Twelve out of fourteen Old habits die very hard It's all work, work, work

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107 - Easy come, easier go

As I have learned today, not protecting your assets adequately can make you really hate yourself when you lose them due to stupid mistakes. Here’s to me! Two minutes.

Get some then lose some Money doesn't make happy It just relaxes

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106 - Burying a Hatchet

The new year is starting off not that bad so far - at least for everything that isn’t my writing. Sorry. Two minutes.

A few unkind words then some apologies well traded An old feud settled

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105 - Happy New Year!

Happy new haiku! One minute.

Beautiful colors set the pitch black sky on fire. Happy New Year all!

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104 - TMC

Too. Much. Christmas. One minute.

Had too much to eat and had too much to drink, too. Happy Holidays!

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103 - Curse of Freedom

Somehow, at the end of every vacation, I’m kind of in a slump. Or maybe I just don’t want to go back to work and instead take some more time off. One minute.

Every vacation  makes me doubt my life some more. What to do with it?

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102 - Off the Clock

Instead of the forecast rains we had plenty of snow today! One minute.

The last for this year - time to do the stuff I want! Maybe even write.

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101 - Dry Spell

This whole thing would be easier if I had a good idea. Better luck next time! One minute.

Words are everywhere Except in my head or hands. I need a story.

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100 -  Still Here

Still here - and so are the haikus! One minute.

Sometimes all you need is that one to have your back. Wind under your wings.

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99 - Arcane Kernel

From the story shack’s writing prompt generator again - 15 minutes. 

Word count: 150

Genre: Fantasy

Character: An archivist

Material: Popcorn

Sentence: "This is delicious!"

Bonus: Your character has a world-changing idea.

After a long, hard day at work filing away dusty old books full of even older lore, the smell of freshly popped corn was just elating.

Leaning against the kitchen counter and hearing the satisfying popping, a thought struck him like lightning: If pixie dust was an integral ingredient in so many magical concoctions, had anyone ever thought to use it as a condiment?

After a quick run through the small alchemy lab he had kept in his study, he raced back to his snack in the making. He took a deep breath and then chucked in a few dashes of the powder from a small glass jar. The aroma that flared up was so enthralling, he almost burned his mouth getting a first taste.

“This is delicious!”, he cried out as he shoveled another mouthful past his teeth.

“This…”, he swallowed blissfully, “This changes everything! I’ll become a chef!”

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98 - Heavy Duty

From the story shack’s writing prompt generator - 5 minutes. Nailed it!

Word count: 50

Genre: Drama

Character: A fat baker

Material: An old car

Sentence: "Never."

Bonus: Your character is loved by everyone.

„We love you Jeremy, but this car can not take that ninety pound wedding cake and you. “

The tiny automobile, which had already been handed down -  along with the bakery - for two generations for deliveries, bent dangerously under the driver’s weight.

„Please, take the truck!“, his student pleaded.

„Never.“

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97 - Air-Drying

From the story shack’s writing prompt generator - 40 minutes. I couldn’t stick to the word count, though.

Word count: 200

Genre: Seasonal

Character: A stewardess

Material: A pair of socks

Sentence: "You have my permission."

Bonus: Your character is hated by everyone.

The sun was beating down hard, thick beams of light piercing the windows, turning the inside of the cabin into a pressure cooker. It was a sauna, with everyone’s clothes clung to their sweat-soaked bodies.

The small plane only had one stewardess – and she was a bitch. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it just was not her day or maybe, just maybe, she just really hated her job in general: From groaning at every passenger squeezing past her during boarding, over the disgusted faces she pulled while motioning to the security instructions blared from the blown-out speakers to her just being plain rude, rolling her eyes as she ignored people trying to ask her if they can order something.

Oddly enough, she seemed to throw out all of her hatred for humans in general out the window the moment she saw the very little, very round man sweating profusely in his overly burdened seat. He kept rocking back and forth, trying to gain an extra push by swinging his arms as well.

“’scuse me, ma’am?”, he grunted at her as she walked past. She sharply jerked her head around, ready to scorn another person into oblivion. When she beheld him, though, the person inside her skin was changed completely. She smiled.

“Yes, dear?”, she replied, as she attentively bent forward a little, getting closer to his moist face. It was impossible to tell where his splotchy beard ended and where his thinning hair started, as all of it was intertwined in a greasy, slick film of wetness.

“Would you mind helping me bend over? I want to take off my socks, because my feet sweat so easily with this weather and they are drenched already. And if my toes stay wet too long, I’ll get athletes foot again…”

The irony of hearing the heavy man say those last words made the girl sitting across the aisle from him choke on her drink and eject it again from her nose. Half the people in the plane turned their heads upon hearing his request.

The stewardess stood there, puzzled for a moment, then she lightly put her wrinkled hands onto his shoulders and gently pushed him forward and down. The plane erupted into rancor – the air was bad enough and this would tip the scales from horrible to deathly. People shouted and screamed, some tried to claw their way over the seats in between them, ready to tear asunder anything and anyone to stop this. All the clamor eventually distilled into a scared, hasty chant of “NO” that drowned out all other sound.

The man was scared and also out of breath from struggling ever further down, his hands searching for where he assumed his socks would be. He looked up, looking for help, as the person next to him and his neighbors to the front and back started to lay his hands on him to prevent him from doing what he was doing. His eyes met hers as the tips of his short fingers felt the fabric of his socks. They saw each other and she understood. She smiled brightly, then her lips began to shape words.

"You have my permission."

Moments later, a reek like rotting flesh had already knocked out every living being in the cabin. The stewardess straightened up again, still smiling. “Thanks!”, the man huffed, reveling in the relief of feeling the air between his toes. “Always happy to help, sir.”, she answered with a wink.

She walked back to her seat and put her seatbelt on. Seeing all the people so quiet – some collapsed over a seat, some laying in the aisle, having tried to stop the calamity until the last moment – and her favorite passengers happily airing out his socks, cemented the smile on her face for the rest of the flight.