Thunder shook the many shelves surrounding the workshop table, many of which were cluttered with woodworking tools and newspaper clippings. A preserved bird skeleton jittered on a high shelf and threatened to collapse. Flasks and bottles clinked together.
Tucked into the nest of his collectables, a man sat hunched over the small wooden table. The commotion was but a fragment of disgrace to his tedious work. A turn of a screwdriver; a tap of hammer; he laid out his tools and paused just a moment to adjust his spectacles beneath hushpuppy eyebrows, then turned his creation over to test its clockwork interior. A tap of his finger started the pe
Death By Comics
Written by Bonnie Watson
2008
He learned to read from the many comic books left daily down by the creek. There were all sorts to choose, from Marvel to DC, to the less familiar independent titles. His favorite was an older version of the Aquaman series. The way the hero dived and swam, able to dwell above and below the waters surface, was simply amazing! He even nicknamed himself Aqua in honor of the superhero.
Aquas least favorite was the Incredible Hulk. To him, Hulk resembled the giant bullfrogs that frequented the lilypads. Their steady croaks echoed around the creek in eerie unison, clumped together in a m
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Wisdom Novels
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Going Crazy
I'm going crazy here.
I'm going crazy there.
I'm going crazy standing.
Or siting in a chair.
My screen is all a blur.
My hair is standing on end.
I've ceased to read my work.
I'm in a state of zen.
My boss is out of town.
I'm slacking at my desk.
It's almost time to go,
And give my eyes a rest.
I've had enough of this.
I'm going to count to ten.
Oh look it's time to get!
Yay! It's the weekend!
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Shorts and Poems6
Going Crazy
Going Crazy
I'm going crazy here.
I'm going crazy there.
I'm going crazy standing.
Or siting in a chair.
My screen is all a blur.
My hair is standing on end.
I've ceased to read my work.
I'm in a state of zen.
My boss is out of town.
I'm slacking at my desk.
It's almost time to go,
And give my eyes a rest.
I've had enough of this.
I'm going to count to ten.
Oh look it's time to get!
Yay! It's the weekend!
To dance upon waves is a wondrous thing,
When fire meets water to entice the Sea King.
They'll dance the night away until daybreak does spy,
And washes of color fades away with the tide.
When Things Go Wrong
By Bonnie Watson
Don't you hate it when things go wrong,
Or get out of hand because you're not strong?
Don't you hate it when two people meet,
One says hi while the other doesn't speak?
Don't you hate it when work is a wreck,
Your boss is a creep; you just wanna' wring his neck?
Don't you hate it when writer's block hits,
You can't think of a thing except boring bits?
Or don't you hate it when your artwork is critiqued,
Your baby is slammed to the highest of mock peeks?
Don't you hate it when the weather changes,
You can't go outside because of forecast phazes?
And why does everything suddenly have to be Gr
No Comment
Bonnie Watson 2009
I scroll through journal entires
others had written,
sadly no comments in reply.
I mouse-over the button
to leave my thoughts
but turn away, a comment
left only from the mind.
As I look through my own page
and down to the replies,
I noticed them empty and sigh.
Perhaps due to the pageviews
others have come, and left
comments from their minds too.