Forgetful Minds

Forgetful minds forget some faces.
Places sometimes slip away too.
Forgetful minds forget some people.
Old friends, strangers, the helpful, and those mean few.
Forgetful minds forget some stories.
Which ones were fictional and which ones were true.
Forgetful minds forget some dates.
Birthdays, anniversaries, the day they had to say adieu.
Forgetful minds forget some feelings.
Past sorrows, angers, and excitement overdue.
But this forgetful mind never forgot their love for you.

What to do at Midnight

1. Eat a snack.
2. Finish a book.
3. Play with the cat.
4. Go for a drive.
5. Talk to a friend.
6. Kiss someone you love.
7. Exercise.
8. Write.
9. Work on a craft.
10. Try to sleep.

That One Food

Some dream of drumsticks smothered with gravy.
While others long for a salad with fresh greens that are wavy.
Some enjoy milkshakes and fries.
While others like smoothies with fresh fruit as a prize.
Some eat cereal for every meal of the day.
Others wish they could eat pizza in that same way.
No matter the flavor, be it salty or sweet.
All have that one food that's their favorite treat.

For a Party

1. It's your best friend's birthday!
2. You got a promotion.
3. Someone is expecting.
4. You finished a very time consuming project.
5. All your friends have recipes they want to try.
6. The next movie in a series is coming out, and you need to prepare for it.
7. Your child got straight A's on their report card.
8. You don't have any other plans.
9. Because your cat caught his first mouse.
10. All the snow is finally gone!

Phil

When in a fight for your life, never call your sentient sword "dimwitted".
Unless, of course, you don't mind fighting without its help.
Dodging the hydra's fourth head with a twist, I swung my heavier-than-normal sword to block the seventh head. "Come on, Phil! I just thought your joke was dumb!"
The sword in my hand went from too heavy to too light just as I took a swing at the fifth head, completely throwing off my strike.
"I never find your jokes to have any point," Phil's voice sang out, emphasizing the last word with a sudden stab at the second head's nose. It gave a shriek and jerked back in pain, while I tried not to groan at the awful pun.
"But why can't you try using jokes with a bit more class? You know, something," I ducked the first head and swung the too light Phil at the sixth, "anything other than puns?"
Phil jerked sideways, and I stumbled just in time to avoid being eaten by the third head.
"Puns are the best form of humor. Five out of seven heads agree." Phil twisted in my hand to redirect head number five into colliding with head number seven.
"But what is the point," I jabbed Phil at the dazed fifth head, "if I'm the only one who can hear you?"
Phil started vibrating in my hand, and an excited humming filled my mind.
"Yes! Now you're getting it! I knew some of my greatness would shine through eventually."
I froze, and if Phil hadn't taken to directing his own blade, the third head would have eaten me. "Wait, you mean that the constant, unending puns was your way of what, molding me to reflect 'your greatness'?"
"And you've been so headstrong about not accepting it," Phil sighed, blade dipping low in disappointment for a second before thrusting forward. All seven hydra heads gave a keening cry before falling limp as Phil pulled himself free from its chest. "You've got to put more heart into your jokes."
Groaning, I turned away from the fallen hydra and wondered if it was too late to trade Phil for that swooning stiletto.

Things to do on Vacation

1. Go to a museum.
2. Take a nap.
3. Hang out at the mall.
4. Take pictures of the scenery.
5. Eat whatever you want.
6. Stay out late.
7. Go to the zoo.
8. Get lost.
9. Sing in the car.
10. Buy new shoes.

Luck's Lady

The time came, the die was cast.
Luck's Lady lost, and all turned to ash.
A ruined world, a love turned to grief.
The enemy's arms were there to offer relief.
Fate couldn't be twisted, the clock no longer ticked.
Death's Hand gently carried all his master had picked.
Once the work was done, Death's Hand had nothing left to do.
But hold the shattered Lady who'd lost all she knew.
Time passed with no reckoning, for none were left to care.
Luck's Lady and Death's Hand were left alone with only silence to share.
The Lady's voice would not come, for her grief possessed no words.
While Death's Hand was a familiar with such silence, and how the mind it blurred.
So together they sat, as the ruined world spun round.
Until one day, new life they found.
It began slowly, bit by bit.
But soon the once-ruined world was consumed by it.
Luck's Lady rejoiced, for she'd thought all had been lost.
While Death's Hand merely smiled, as he awaited the cost.
For with life slowly returning to its grand scheme,
Death's Hand knew his shattered Lady would soon vanish into its alluring gleam.