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the_deepbluesea, using this image card, specifically focusing on Bart Allen from DC Comics! (The time point is all over the place.)
Also I'm not great at poetry, but I tried :c
1) Six Words
Sometimes, Bart wished he ran slow.
2) Poem
The run was cold,
but Bart was told,
if he didn't make it over,
the girl was in trouble,
so he'd better make it double.
He ran and ran past the snow,
watching his cold, cold hands glow
yet he couldn't stop, not right now
he had a cute girl to save today,
and he swore he'd make that villain pay.
The second he reached her tower,
it was almost the last hour,
so he knew he'd better use his power
if he were to catch her before she fell
down the long, long path to hell.
He opened the door with a loud thud,
eyes scanning the place for blood.
She'd better be here; he heard her cry
so loud the birds up there in the sky
crashed to the sea in a hasty good-bye.
"BAAAAART!" oh crap, he thought;
this whole day may all be for nought
if she could yell and screech and shout
at him with those red eyes of rage
and an expression that didn't assuage---
Maybe he should've stayed in bed,
back where it was all safe instead.
Cissie had torn this guy to shreds
all on her own, and he? Well, he
really needed to know when to leave.
3) Drabble (100 words)
He never thought he'd see her again. They only sat a few feet apart, but to Bart, Cissie might as well have lived in another world. She'd long since eschewed the realm of heroics, just as he'd continued down that same path. They'd long since stopped talking.
Yet, as he watched her, he couldn't help wondering... what if he dared to walk over and say hello? She might slap him. He deserved it, considering he was the jerk lost her in the first place.
Bart inhaled sharply before he approached her with a nervous smile. "Hey. It's been a while."
4) Ficlet (300-500 words)
When most people asked Bart what his favorite part of his job was, he often said it was the adrenaline rush. Every time he tapped into the Speed Force, every time he geared up to run, he could feel the lightning pulse through his veins, and he loved hearing his heart beat faster and faster as the entire world slowed to a crawl. He was a speedster; running just came to him as naturally as blinking.
But Grandfather had asked him once, a long time ago, to take part in the whirlwind of activities that celebrated Central City. He'd faithfully stopped by the Main Square library (in costume, no less!) and perused the shelves until he found If You Give a Mouse a Pancake. Bart tried to never read the same book twice, but he always found himself drifting back to his favorite title when he needed a pick-me-up. The food always made him hungry, yeah, but that poor mouse just wanted a pancake! The kid didn't have to give into any stupid request after that!
The first time, he'd picked up his chosen book, only to face the stares of wide-eyed children. They were all gathered on the floor, as if waiting for a storyteller that'd never come. Against his better judgment, Bart asked the librarian if he could take charge of storytime... and to his surprise, she agreed.
For just that one hour, Kid Flash had ceased to be larger than life. To these kids and their overeager parents, he was a living, breathing person who inhabited the same space they did. He visited the same library, read the same books, and even made the same jokes they did.
He could see the wonder in their eyes every time he glanced up from his book, and how their eyes never left the lightning bolt proudly emblazoned upon his chest. Most of all, he felt their love the second he bowed out to let the proper storyteller take her place. One girl tugged on his sleeve and begged for him to stay, because please, no one could do the mouse's voice quite like he could.
No kid had ever asked Bart Allen to stay, not with that much anguish and worry in her voice. Bart had always claimed that he liked the adrenaline rush the best, but if he were truly honest with himself? He liked Storytime with Kid Flash best. This love - this pure, completely honest love and awe - was the whole reason he got up every morning, ready to tackle whatever challenge awaited him next. Until he died (again), he vowed he'd continue to stop by the library every weekend. Maybe, just maybe, Grandfather had been onto something when he asked Bart to stay. This kind of activity, the kind where you didn't have to beat people up, was the most satisfying of all.
5) Three Sentences
As he leaned over the toilet, Bart really, really wished he hadn't eaten that hot dog. Some traditions in Central City - like game-day hot dogs from the stands - were supposed to be sacred. Somehow, he thought as he closed his eyes and hurled, sacred things weren't all they were cracked up to be.
6) Haiku
Red shoes tied on first,
then goggles strapped on eyes,
all ready to run!
the_deepbluesea, using this image card, specifically focusing on Bart Allen from DC Comics! (The time point is all over the place.) 
Also I'm not great at poetry, but I tried :c
1) Six Words
Sometimes, Bart wished he ran slow.
2) Poem
The run was cold,
but Bart was told,
if he didn't make it over,
the girl was in trouble,
so he'd better make it double.
He ran and ran past the snow,
watching his cold, cold hands glow
yet he couldn't stop, not right now
he had a cute girl to save today,
and he swore he'd make that villain pay.
The second he reached her tower,
it was almost the last hour,
so he knew he'd better use his power
if he were to catch her before she fell
down the long, long path to hell.
He opened the door with a loud thud,
eyes scanning the place for blood.
She'd better be here; he heard her cry
so loud the birds up there in the sky
crashed to the sea in a hasty good-bye.
"BAAAAART!" oh crap, he thought;
this whole day may all be for nought
if she could yell and screech and shout
at him with those red eyes of rage
and an expression that didn't assuage---
Maybe he should've stayed in bed,
back where it was all safe instead.
Cissie had torn this guy to shreds
all on her own, and he? Well, he
really needed to know when to leave.
3) Drabble (100 words)
He never thought he'd see her again. They only sat a few feet apart, but to Bart, Cissie might as well have lived in another world. She'd long since eschewed the realm of heroics, just as he'd continued down that same path. They'd long since stopped talking.
Yet, as he watched her, he couldn't help wondering... what if he dared to walk over and say hello? She might slap him. He deserved it, considering he was the jerk lost her in the first place.
Bart inhaled sharply before he approached her with a nervous smile. "Hey. It's been a while."
4) Ficlet (300-500 words)
When most people asked Bart what his favorite part of his job was, he often said it was the adrenaline rush. Every time he tapped into the Speed Force, every time he geared up to run, he could feel the lightning pulse through his veins, and he loved hearing his heart beat faster and faster as the entire world slowed to a crawl. He was a speedster; running just came to him as naturally as blinking.
But Grandfather had asked him once, a long time ago, to take part in the whirlwind of activities that celebrated Central City. He'd faithfully stopped by the Main Square library (in costume, no less!) and perused the shelves until he found If You Give a Mouse a Pancake. Bart tried to never read the same book twice, but he always found himself drifting back to his favorite title when he needed a pick-me-up. The food always made him hungry, yeah, but that poor mouse just wanted a pancake! The kid didn't have to give into any stupid request after that!
The first time, he'd picked up his chosen book, only to face the stares of wide-eyed children. They were all gathered on the floor, as if waiting for a storyteller that'd never come. Against his better judgment, Bart asked the librarian if he could take charge of storytime... and to his surprise, she agreed.
For just that one hour, Kid Flash had ceased to be larger than life. To these kids and their overeager parents, he was a living, breathing person who inhabited the same space they did. He visited the same library, read the same books, and even made the same jokes they did.
He could see the wonder in their eyes every time he glanced up from his book, and how their eyes never left the lightning bolt proudly emblazoned upon his chest. Most of all, he felt their love the second he bowed out to let the proper storyteller take her place. One girl tugged on his sleeve and begged for him to stay, because please, no one could do the mouse's voice quite like he could.
No kid had ever asked Bart Allen to stay, not with that much anguish and worry in her voice. Bart had always claimed that he liked the adrenaline rush the best, but if he were truly honest with himself? He liked Storytime with Kid Flash best. This love - this pure, completely honest love and awe - was the whole reason he got up every morning, ready to tackle whatever challenge awaited him next. Until he died (again), he vowed he'd continue to stop by the library every weekend. Maybe, just maybe, Grandfather had been onto something when he asked Bart to stay. This kind of activity, the kind where you didn't have to beat people up, was the most satisfying of all.
5) Three Sentences
As he leaned over the toilet, Bart really, really wished he hadn't eaten that hot dog. Some traditions in Central City - like game-day hot dogs from the stands - were supposed to be sacred. Somehow, he thought as he closed his eyes and hurled, sacred things weren't all they were cracked up to be.
6) Haiku
Red shoes tied on first,
then goggles strapped on eyes,
all ready to run!