A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
“This is frustrating, Marcus.” Trisha complained.”Every morning at 6:00 am, the workmen start hammering and climbing up the scaffolding. Lulu and I just fall asleep, after her needing to eat all night, then the workmen arrive and make noise. I haven’t slept more than two-hours in a row for three-months.”
Marcus frowned, he wanted to help Trisha and Lulu. He could see how tired and run down Trisha was. Marcus went for a drive so he could think. He found himself driving through a neighbourhood with unique older houses.
To Marcus’s surprise, one of the houses had a ‘For Sale,’ sign. When Marcus walked into the house, he knew the house was perfect for his family. The house was updated five-years ago and the price was feasible. Trisha needed to see this house.
That evening Trisha stood in the great room of the house Marcus had found them. She turned around and sighed, “It’s quiet.”
“So, we can buy the house?” Marcus asked.
Trisha laughed sleepily, “Yes.”
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Black is mysterious. She attends work every day in a scandalously fitting dress, the hem dangerously high above the knee. Her shoulders are back and her head is held high. Her hair feels gelled in a slick back in a ponytail, gripped by the tightest hair elastic. You hear the doorknob twist as she enters through the double doors; an impeccable sense of confidence floods the room. She appears determined although her motives are a continuous riddle. A mass of puzzle pieces left scattered on the floor, you think to ask, but remain seated. As she approaches you, her stilettos click as steadily as a metronome. They echo off the marble floors in the great hall, an empty space that has been vacant for years. You are unsure why she has come to visit. If you ask, she will not respond. Black does not speak; she does not make even…