"He's far too young to learn about—" Billy's dad mouths the word 'sex'.
Principal Hall pinches the bridge of his nose. "Your son is 16."
"He's just a child!"
Mr. Hall glances at Billy, sharing a knowing look. Poor kid; followed by the chop-chop-chop of 'copters, no matter where he goes. #hbp132
After Jin entered the Slaughterhouse, Bailey heard the helicopters circling overhead. Seeing the four eyed badger head logos the NPA made it's appearance.
"They just have to rub it in," Bailey commented. She was miffed that her SWA couldn't even have a decent ambulance for transportation. #hbp132
#hbp131 #hbp132 2/2
Bob grabbed Az and took flight.
“Quiet!” he hissed. “We need to take the portal Down—“
“Where?”
“Vegas. Duh.”
=5 hrs later=
“Is that it?”
Bob stared. “You need to get Up m—“
A beam lit them from above.
“Ahh! HE f—“
“Az, it’s a helicopter.”
More beams, circling.
“…3 helicopters.”
#hbp131 #hbp132 1/2
“Ow!” Azazel twisted to look at his butt. “Why are the plants pointy?”
Bob shrugged. “So you won’t sit on them?”
“I’m not even supposed to BE—“
Bob hushed him. Two women in masks and habits, wielding swords and…squirt guns?, were getting closer—
A spray hit Azazel, who screamed.
Did this #hbp132 post just capitalize on its original #vss365 #copse post? Why, yes. Yes it did. But what if I told you ot was actually a copse of maple trees? Amd the maple keys were helicoptering?
You know, cos that's what they do
No? Yes? No...
I feel the air move! My hair dances! The laws of physics quiver in their gumboots! We have liftoff, Houston! Or #Seattle. Or whatever city is listening!
And then—
Up, up, and away! There goes my propeller beanie.
Crap. I forgot to attach the strap. Oh well. Soar, beanie, soar!
5/5 #hbp132
I take a deep breath, almost swallowing my Bazooka Joe. My fingers grip the beanie’s brim. The propeller shivers, sensing greatness. I whisper the sacred words of old aviators—
"Contact. Prime. Ignition."
With a mighty tilt of my head, I summon the winds! My beanie begins to whirl!
4/5 #hbp132
The jetpack request was denied on the grounds of "that technology not existing yet." Bull crackers! I watch Rocket Robin Hood every Saturday morning, so I know that's not true. But today, with this miraculous twirly headgear, my aviation destiny is at hand.
3/5 #hbp132
My whole childhood has led to this. I have studied the birds, the bees, rubber band-powered balsa wood airplanes—even plastic bags caught in updrafts.
I have flapped my arms until exhaustion, leapt from swing sets with reckless abandon, and even petitioned my parents for a jetpack.
2/5 #hbp132
I place the propeller beanie upon my head, my hands trembling with anticipation. This is it! The moment I have dreamed of since I first saw a bird defy gravity, since I first jumped from the couch with a cape and a misplaced sense of invincibility. Flight. True, unassisted human flight.
1/5 #hbp132
On the tree planet of Preglan IV, helicopters circle overhead of a small cluster of pines as the police work a murder case of a fellow officer in the parking ticket division.
The charge from the cops was a case of car corps corpse in a copse, of course.
#vss365 #scififr #hbp132
#copse #charge
Blades cleave the ebon shroud, a dirge of iron, low and loud,
A ceaseless wail, a hollow cry, that shudders through the midnight sky.
Below, the city, hushed in dread, dares not stir, as specters spread,
Their lights like ghostly fingers trace the lost, the damned, the dead.
#hbp132
'Sure I was exonerated. You think I care at three in the morning? Always the same – left hand on collective, right hand on cyclic, follow leader to target. Thumb twitching, rockets released, the abort warning shouting in my ears. Always too damn late. They died, but war crushed us all.'
#hbp132 #vss
He knew it wasn’t the day Ice Cube was rapping about…there *WERE* helicopters looking for a murder…and he knew why so he just sat down and ate his Fatburger and waited on them to land…
#hbp132
Earsplitting wind.
Animals flee. Treetops flail. I, annoyed, search the sky and the craft through the branches.
Not rescue. Not emergency. Not police.
Some bored rich guy, I think as the stillness is finally restored and the forest regains her composure.
I humph, then go back to my book.
#hbp132
It was the first flying thing they’d ever seen so of course they ran out to greet it. They had never known airplanes balloons or drones. All too expensive to waste dodging space junk, but this could do short trips with clear skies. It was our first mail since 2026; we let them celebrate. #hbp132
She clutched robe, fighting against the wind that threatened to rip it open. Curlers tumbled from her hair into the dew-kissed lawn. She squinted at the sky against the harsh searchlights, counting the helicopters as they circled her house like buzzards. Her only hope now was her disguise. #hbp132
March 7 #BlueSky #haiku , from posts by @dremilymcewan.bsky.social, @halfbakedprompts.bsky.social, & @thechronicleherald.bsky.social:
Paper Bag Princess
Helicopters circling
Canada returns
#hbp132 #micropoetry #FoundPoetry #poetry #poem #PaperBagPrincess #TimHortons #Canada #Canadian #helicopters
Helicopters were circling
Above a tired cat’s head
It was infuriating
Her kitty ears almost bled
She smacked one down from anger
Then, for a nap, went to bed
Hoping for some quiet time
Till she wakes up to be fed
#Poetry #Cats #hbp #hbp132
There is a cat helicopter
That keeps flying above our heads
Everywhere which this kitten goes
Much joy and happiness she spreads
#Poetry #Cats #hbp #hbp132
Quiet community
So how can it be
Helicopters circling
Over me?
Paranoia sweep over
Spotlight on my fear
As I lock the doors
Acting like a deer
In headlight glare
Sound is deafening
Nowhere is safe
In this land of
Discontent
#hbp132
The percussive whup-whup is heard minutes before the #helicopters #glide into view, to settle into and overhead pattern, circling the landing pad. Below, two ambulances wait, each carrying an insulated box. Inside each box: donated organs.
#hbp132 #wss366 #prompts
#writingcommunity #writing
He watched images on TV of police helicopters circling overhead the area where the car was found, its headlights still on but no sign of the driver or his partner.
He smiled, adjusted his beanie and thick-frame glasses before finishing his coffee and tossing the paper cup into the fire.
#hbp132
Living, as she did, in the shadow of DC, Marie was used to hearing helicopters circle overhead at all hours. She grumbled a bit at being woken up and rolled over. 10 groggy minutes later she bolted upright. She was not home in her bed. She was camping, alone in a tent that felt very flimsy.
#hbp132
A robin lay on the lawn, deceased. Flies hovered above it like helicopters circling overhead.
#hbp132
seeking shelter
under a tree-of-heaven
—samaras circle
#hbp132 #writingprompt
#haiku #writingprompt
#poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets
#sickdaydelirium
Thupthupthupthup.
The slicing of the blades beat to his heart's tempo. The rumble matched the tremble in his muscles.
They had found him.
Here, in the plastic honeypot with his pants down. He braced on the walls. The pigs knew no shame!
It didn't occur to him this was near a hospital.
#hbp132
#hbp132
Helicopters circling overhead
What good could they bring
Good guys with guns
ICE agents with documents
Looking for people with no papers
Loving their jobs
More than the country
Big beards walking erect
With guns as big as their penis
Some trouble in the neighborhood
Like a reverse take away
