Hi, my name is Karen Schwartz. My surname is my married name. I proudly commemorate eleven happily married years and my three fantastic children. I live in Canada with Ed, my husband of ten+ years and my cat named Skye.
I am a former daycare and nursery school teacher, past…
First Chapter — The stair boards creaked as Carl climbed upstairs to the bedroom, careful not to wake his sleeping children or wife.
He found nothing amiss inside his daughters’ room — one on top of the blanket — the other straddled horizontally, one foot off the side. He slipped ten dollars beneath Caitlin’s pillow, pocketing the tissue-wrapped tooth, and headed toward the hall.
With the string still dangling from the doorknob, Carl tiptoed past toward the cascading water in the master bedroom. It wasn’t typical for Kate to shower so late, but what other explanation could there be?
He fluffed her bedsheets, arranged the nightie she’d wear after he was done with her, then slipped under the covers in waiting.
The phone pinged. He gasped as the text caught his attention.
If you want to see your wife leave the bathroom alone, it’s best you close your eyes.
I met Tyler online, and we hit it off during our first date. We talked and talked — about our occupations, our interests, and we even broached the subject of exes.
I spoke of my ex, Matt, without giving too much detail. The night ended with both of us interested…
Fifth Chapter — With the babysitter in place, Carl and Sienna drove to where it first started. They stopped at the tattoo parlour where she and Kate initially met the man — never having met each other.
The store was closed. The frame in the window boasted Garth’s credentials — “top graphic artist in designer ink,” it read.
Sienna had gone in for a heart, but he instead inscribed her with a thorny rose. He said life was full of pricks. Then he ushered her out the door.
At the far end of the window, a poster showcased his work. Models, famed and fabulous, advertised their tattoos on every body part imaginable.
Carl studied Sienna’s tattoo for a clue. He found none.
Then he saw her.
The photo of the model donning the same tattoo was dressed in nothing but a kimono and a blindfold — the woman, was Kate.
Mum never understands me. She doesn’t even try putting herself in my shoes.
Well, wearing footwear is not currently an option with a bandaged foot, but at least she could try.
And who needs homework anyways? It’s not as if writing this Cameron-dude is…
Writing poetry while sustaining short-form guidelines of 150 words is challenging. Nevertheless, there are a few short poems that fit.
I love to dabble with different formats and themes. So if you do too, here are a couple of humorous styles to try — Limericks and Little Willies. Both poems are playful and witty. However, Little Willies are meant to be gruesome.
I don’t like legal systems to fail,
It’s unfair when the guilty prevail.
But what is the point?
If when thrown in the joint,
You have access to tons of fan mail.
Willie and Tigger had a hunch,
To chop Will’s father up for lunch.
As Willie grabbed the heart and lung,
The wicked cat got daddy’s tongue.
These were fun to create.
So the next time you’re feeling fun and inspired, give them a try. Be advised. These brain-teasing poems are addictive.