Poetry Book
A Fraction of Momentary Love: Poems
"A Fraction of Momentary Love" takes the reader on a poignant journey of love's allure, anguish, anticipation, and everything in between.
Through vivid poetic storytelling inspired by pop culture romance and infused with nature, Wish Ronquillo Peacocke awakens one's soul to a wide spectrum of relatable emotions and experiences revolving around romantic love.
Amid the choreographed whirlwind gravity emerges in human emotion― a tug here, a riptide there― binding us together in its current.
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NYC Midnight's The 250-word Microfiction Challenge 2020 Entry
PAJAMA PARTY
By Wish Ronquillo Peacocke
It is after midnight. My darling Casper is screaming. I quickly run towards him and immediately see blood on the floor. I know it was an accident. I swear.
I have to get Casper out of here, fast.
I snatch my keys, dragging my inconsolable Casper in tow. No time to change our PJs but hey, we’re looking great amid this mess.
Ugh, I want Casper to stop squealing. I cannot say that his snotty face isn’t adorable; it still is. Fuck this fierce love.
Oh shit, where are we going this time of night? Rich people don’t go to Walmart! We have to drive somewhere open at least.
Damn it. I’ll have to bear that 24/7 gluten-fuelled burger drive-thru. What a travesty!
“Welcome to Ba-ba-burger, can I take your order?”, a friendly voice asks on the intercom speaker.
“Shh, quiet!”
“Excuse me, sir?”
Casper is still freaking out, squealing, “Ahh, the blood!”
What must the crew be thinking? Oh god. “Oh, why, yes,” I finally responded to the intercom, “just please give me that burger with everything without mayo, bread, and fries.”
“Uh, you mean just a patty?”
“It was an accident! We will clean it up…” I am losing my cool.
“I’m going to jail! I’m a murderer!” Casper screeches.
“Sir—”
“Just make my order. Nobody is calling the police!” I snapped.
That’s it. Casper is never be allowed to step foot in our kitchen ever again. No steaks, not even a frigging salad. I swear.
Group 68 -
Genre: Comedy
Action: Ordering from a drive-thru
Word: Rich