My Lost Sense

My Lost Sense

I woke up

I grabbed my blanket 

I couldn’t feel my hands so I got up

I fell cause I couldn’t feel my legs

I began to panic 

I did my best to crawl to the phone

I dialed 911

911 what is your emergency

I began to tell her that I couldn’t feel anything

They rushed me to the hospital

They said that my leg was broken

I said,” thank God that I didn’t feel it”.

D.C.F

October

The weather is cold and dreary during this time
Yet it is loved my many
The leaves change to warm colors
The ground slowly starts to dry up
As sky settles to a dull shade of gray
And the crisp air starts to nip and bite at your nose

The last of the colorful leaves glide to the ground
They crunch softly under my shoes
Children are no longer seen wearing shorts and swimwear
They are bundled up in cotton sweaters and fuzzy hats
Instead of jumping into the cold swimming pool water
They are leaping into piles of colorful leaves
Families gather together in front of the television
With bowls of food and game jerseys on
As college football season rolls around

The storms are calm, yet spirits are highly active
Spooky costumes are thrown on by eager children
As they roam from house to house
Searching for a chocolate delicacy
Dreadful decorations are put up
As an attempt to scare off strangers
Friends stay up late watching scary movies
Hardly daring to get any sleep
It is a scary, yet enjoyable time for us all
As we get ready for the oncoming winter

- NK

The Musicians on the Titanic

The musicians hear the sounds of the soothing music and also people screaming. Once they heard the people screaming they started to play the music louder and louder. The ship was sinking very slowly. The musicians praying in their minds while playing the soft soothing music. The musicians started playing better songs so they wouldn't think about the ship sinking. As the boat was slowly sinking, the water started to poor into the rooms they were in. They heard the people jumping into the water and  in the life boats. The water was slowly creeping up to the musicians feet. When the musicians were done with their first song they were in water that was about 4 feet deep. They started to another song. The windows start shattering in the rooms from the water pressure. Tables and other furniture floating.


DJF

The Side of Me I Never Knew

I opened my eyes to a brand-new day, with the sun peeking through my window. I reach over to my night stand and grab my glasses and bring them to my face. I lift my legs over the bed and put my feet on the ground. I look over to my sleeping bag to see my cat sleeping and curled up in a ball. I walked over to her and pet her gently as she stretches her legs. She looks up at me and meows. I smile back at her and walked over to my dresser. I take my time changing out of my pajamas and put on my work clothes. I brush my hair and put it in a bun. As I add some perfume I grab my phone to see what time it is. I turn on the screen to find that it was ...1:00 IN THE AFTERNOON. ”OH NO NO NO NO NO THIS IS BAD, VERY BAD!” I scream as I frantically put on my shoes, grab my keys and run out the door.

I slam the door shut and run to my car. I opened the door and shoved the key in the ignition. It revs up and I push it into drive. I slam on the gas pedal and fly past my house and onto the street. I get onto the main road and honked my horn at the person in front of me. “COULD YOU GO ANY SLOWER?!” I yell out of my window. I swerve past them and into the parking lot of my work place. 

I turn off my car and shove the door open. I slammed it shut and run to my office job. As I was about to reach the door I see a person on the ground not moving. Me being the nice person I am I went over to them to see if they were okay. As I walk over I see they are about the same age I am with almost the same features as me. I kneel on the ground and shake their body. “Hey are you okay ma’am.” I say to her as her mouth opens to say something her eyes glowing white. 

“I knew I would find you someday, you always have the heart of a child. Someone who doesn’t leave people to do their work alone. Isn’t that right SKLYER.” She said as I got to my feet and backed away. She stood  up and walked over to me grabbing my shoulder with a strong grip. “How about you get to know what it feels like to be the watcher.” With her saying this she grabbed me by the throat and brought me to her face. “P-p-lea-s-e s-to-p.” I coughed out as she laughed hysterically. “YoU dOn’T kNoW wHaT I’vE bEeN tHrOuGh,” she said demonically as I black out.

The darkness surrounded me as I could finally breathe again. I look around and see that my body is floating and that I am a gray color. Suddenly I'm hit with an unbearable pain all throughout my body. It felt like my insides were being ripped inside out. Then it stopped and I saw a light that blinded me, and soon took over my body and consumed me. 

I unlatched my eyes and saw the same person again. I was still in a ghostly form so I tried to reach out to her. As I did my hand fazed threw her and I fell to the invisible ground. I decide to not do that again and just follow her. She was wearing the same clothes as I was and walked over to the same car I had. It was like I was in an alternate universe of my world, except it had some different changes. The sky was a red hue and the ground was a bright orange...that gives you a taste of how that looks.

I followed her to her home which was technically mine as she had most of the same stuff I had, only a sight color swap. She sits down at a computer and began to type up a storm. I look over to her view and saw her writing a story. Just as I always had dreamed of, becoming a famous author and only living off that and not having the stupid office job I have now. I look around the room to find a dog lying on the floor. It was a small Pomeranian with black and white fur. It was laying down on a dog bed that was blue in color next to her bed.

Suddenly she stopped typing and looked over at me, with her eyes still a blinding white. “You know you can stop staring, it really bothers me.” “Oh wait, you can’t cause your stuck like that,” she said, her eyes staring into my soul. 

“Who are you, I don’t even know who you are, or what you did to me,” I said as it came out in a weird voice like the girl’s.

“You really are stupid, I am you just different after our parents death.” It pained me to look at her.

“I am Scarlett, this is what would've happened if you went to see our parents grave every day, you would have your dream, but you didn’t see them after the crash. After the day they left us,” she said as tears pricked my eyes and blinded me.

“Y-yo-u do-n’-t kn-ow t-ha-t,” I sobbed out as she stared emotionless.

“Fine I’ll send you back, only on one condition,” she said standing out of her chair and walking towards me.

“W-wh-at,” I said cowardly

“You have to go see our parents grave everyday or I'll bring you back here and I’ll never let you see that disgusting cat again. I mean really, dogs are better.”

“NO THEY AR-oh fine, whatever, I’ll do it.” I said as I backed down and gave up on arguing with her.

She brought her face to mine and grabbed my arm less rough and stared into my eyes. Then I blacked out and landed in the same space I was before only I was in color now. I could stand on the ground and jumped to make sure I couldn't fly. Except that I landed on the ground and fell on my face. I stood up and again was blinded by light. I didn’t feel any pain like last time but I felt a small pinch. Then the light consumed me and I was knocked out yet again.

I felt my body drop to the ground and I was back in front of my office job, laying on the floor. For the rest of the day I didn’t go to work. I went home and layed down and tried to wrap my head around what exactly happened. I eventually would have to see my parents even if I didn’t want to start crying again. I know in the back of my head that Scarlett was a part of me and I had to face it. She would always be watching me, even if I didn’t like it.

Menchie The Cat

The dastardly mom of funny farm

The dastardly mom of funny farm

By:MY

A mom has a heart of gold.

She washes the floor with her toes.

As she filled the bucket she could hear the rumblings of the cleaner 

Her toes were slimy with bubbles all that she could see

The scent of pine sol was throughout the house

The rickety faucet twisted as she filled the bucket again

Senior Ken rode into el Nueva York to buy a magical mop

Her heart of gold is now as cold as ice

As she washed the floor they became ice rinks

She became a galumph as she moved from room to room

Dolly the daughter cleaned the carpets with a lawn mower

She galloped from room to room and roared like a lion to her mom

The mom continued to clean the dastardly house. 

  

A Nice Two Sentence Story For Cute Children

I hear the old dolls downstairs; they're alive again.
This time, however, they've found the cutlery.

- Sleep Paralysis Demon

The Utterance of Insanity

The Utterance of Insanity

I began to write my story. The characters were something peculiar. My story is of a true tale, where the man loves a woman and wants to see her, but cannot remember where he put her body. He just wanted to see her again, but couldn’t. I had been working on my works for months on end and was nearing a close when the utterances accelerated.

The man in my story began to speak to me. When he gave a command, I accomplished it. 

My daughter likes to cry, and at dawn, I was given the command to silence her, forever. He told me to dispose of her in the woods beyond my abode, and so I did. Later that night, right at dusk, I grabbed my golden dagger, with a serpent engraved around the handle, and proceeded to do my God-given duties. I slithered along from the shed to the porch, and from the creaking steps of the porch, into the living room. 

My daughter’s mother died from the orders of the utterance as well. The difference between my daughter and my wife is that I was ordered to make my wife suffer an unfathomable amount of pain and agony. 

I began to think about my wife, and how I longed to hold her again. I was ordered by the man to bury her alive after I tied her together with sharpened barbed wire. It was the beauty in the pain that inspired me to write my story. Her screams filled me with excitement, knowing that I had achieved what the man from my story wanted. 

Days after doing as I was told to do so to my wife, I proceeded to complete the task I was recently given. The dagger felt cold in my hands, and my body weight felt heavier with each step. Why was I feeling this way? I felt as if this was ... wrong. If this is wrong, why would the man tell me to do it? 

In spite of my thoughts, I trod forward. I moved up the stairs into the room of my daughter. She was peacefully asleep. Her one hand was tucked under her beautiful face, and the other was underneath her pillowcase of silk. She looked so relaxed and calm. I haven’t seen her in this much serenity in a long time. 

As the utterance kept pressuring me to finish my task, I slowly inched forward. I kept getting closer and closer to my daughter, to her in her most vulnerable state. She was helpless, weak, and innocent, yet I must finish. I finally was less than three feet away from her and raised my dagger. I stood over her and evaluated my options. The first option is to do as the man said, and kill her. The second option is to walk out and ignore it, but have to face the wrath of the man. The final option was to dispose of the man and my story that I worked so hard on and never do this again. 

I decided to take a walk to think about my options. As I glided along the winter forest floor, I approached a tree. This magnificent oak tree was wrapped in barbed wire. I touched it and it immediately drew blood. A drop of my red DNA fell onto the ground, right under a large branch of the barbed-wired tree. I moved the minuscule layer of snow off of the ground beneath me and smelled something foul. I dug into the frozen ground with much effort and found her. There she was, in all her beauty, my wife. I hugged her lifeless, decaying body, and placed her back into her resting place. The barbed wire around her cut into my chest and stomach, but that’s okay. I got to see my wife again.

Seeing her reminded me of what I must do.

I ran back towards the house and towards my daughter. I reached for the dagger in my belt and took it out of its sheath. I sprinted up the stairs and into her bedroom. There she still lay. 

I raised my dagger, finally ready to finish this. 

I raised the blade, turned it around, and thrust it into my heart. Everything went black. 

Here I am, dearest daughter. I am still here. If you look closely you can find me. In the corners of the darkened halls, behind you, as you walk up the black stairways, and standing at your bedside while you sleep, I am there, always. 

I wonder how you felt after waking up to my lifeless, bloodless body lying on your floor. Luckily for your sake,  I will never ever leave you again. I will always be here, my dearest daughter.

-Ylime Leon

The Lost Sense

Pain. What is pain? Sorry, I can’t tell you. 

Kitten fur. Sorry, never felt it before. 

Day by day and month by month and year by year each minute that goes by I can’t feel it. 

Oh, how I wish I could feel the wind push against my face like an old lover. Lover? I can never feel the hands or lips of my love. 

Those cold days holding a warm cup of hot cocoa or the kisses my dog would give me when I cry. 

Blood, sweat, and tears may run down my body but the feeling is nothing. 

The soft feeling of shaving cream or the razor cuts after shaving oh the water how I wish I could feel the ocean run through my feet or the warm water of a shower go threw my hair. 

I might not have to feel the pain of stubbing my toe or sunburns but not feeling the head trauma I could get or bleeding out scares me.

Scolding hot don’t touch but I can’t feel it anyway

Lock me up? It’s not like I could feel being shanked or the chains attached to my hands or feet.

Am I happy? You could say that but what would you feel if you felt nothing?

CJ

Autumn's Arrival

Autumn's Arrival

The air is crisp and cool with leaves littered among the ground
The sounds of the dead leaves crunching beneath my feet
A light breeze whips my hair around
I take a deep breath
I could feel the cool air filter through my lungs
And leave my body as I exhale
Ah, what a lovely season for horror movies
I can stay inside and binge in preparation of Halloween
Everything is starting to die
But such is life- all that slumbers will be reborn
Flakes of snow begin to fall
The corn and beans begin to disappear
The fields look lifeless and gloomy
But in a few months will soon appear
As the cold wind slaps me in the face
It brought me comfort
I shivered feeling goosebumps on my arms
and the severed on in my bag.

C.K

Music to the Deaf

Songs are like hugs given to ears.

I wish I could experience those songs, just once.

My eyes and creative imagination are my universe. 

My walks keep me sane and find my inner peace.

Cars zoom past silent as a mime in the middle of an act.

People talk on the phone with many emotions.

I wonder what I would sound like on a phone.

Kids playing, I think.

Sometimes it is hard to tell if they are having fun or in danger.

I still stop by and watch for a little while.

One of them signs to me saying, “Hello, how are you?”

He sits on the bench by himself grasping sheet music with hope.

I sign back my answer and then ask him how he knows how to sign.

He calmly replied that he is partially deaf in both ears and will soon lose his hearing.

“I can read lips, miss,” he gracefully signed. 

“Me too.”

“May I ask you a question, young man?”

“Of course.”

“Why are you so happy if you are going to lose your hearing?”

“You see the world is a beautiful place no matter

if you can’t hear, see, feel, smell, or even taste. 

For example, you can’t hear music but you see it in everything around you. 

The children laughing. 

People talking on the phone and the car’s blinkers impatiently waiting to turn. 

Blink, blink, blink. 

Even though I am losing my hearing I am grasping on to the music. 

I am getting a feel for the strings or keys. 

That way I can still play when I can’t hear the wonderful world anymore.”

“Why would you want to that,” I asked the boy.

“For one reason miss. I want to be able to have others be thankful for their ears. 

I want to show the people that the world is not a bad place after all.

Even though having my hearing taken away from me,

I will show the world that it doesn’t matter who you are, 

you can still do the things you love.”

I was taken aback by shock.

This young man was so much wiser than I was.

He had taught me a very valuable lesson that day.

- Scooby McRoses

My Snack

I was lying in bed.
I accidentally hit my head.
"Ouch" is what I said.
I hit my head on a sled.
Which knocked me back on my bed.
Snow was falling outside my window.
It was so cold that I was purple.
Then I remembered I was a grape.
Turned into a raisin.
A crispy little raisin.
That soon was transformed into cereal.
Very crunchy cereal.
It felt so real.
As I ate myself.
Ate myself so tenderly, sweetly.
My stomach was full.
Of love and fulfillment.
Just kidding! My breakfast daydream breaks.
My stomach growls in longing.
So I get up to feed my little monster.
It is now satisfied.


-Vector

Humanity horrors

So many monsters hidden in the dark 

Yet it’s the people ripping me apart 

Seen as only paper in their eyes

Ripped crumpled and thrown aside 

Rumors and lies float around school

Talking crap only makes you cool 

Being nice means you have no friends

When will this deadly cycle end 

Social media claims it's right

So many thoughts keeping me up at night 

Tossing and turning back and forth 

It's up to you to save the earth 

Polluted, evil ripped apart 

Follow your brain not your heart

Sexism, racism, no one's safe

traffickers, and those who rape

Living in a world so ruined and wrong 

Yet so many growing in it still so young. 

School shootings on the news 

It's all about who has the most views 

Terrorist attacks then off to battle

Jump on the horse, hop in a saddle 

Soldiers fighting far away 

Little girls begging their dads to stay 

Sitting in class my mind is racing 

So many dreams I keep on chasing 

To travel abroad but that's not safe 

To get my own house and find my own place 

Keep the doors locked, don't walk at night 

You have to learn what's wrong and right 

Depression, anxiety, dealing with trauma

Lack of sleep, can't handle your drama 

It's not hard just to be kind 

You might be shocked at what you find 

We are so much stronger when we stick together 

Put a smile on no matter the weather 

So much to do so little time 

So many jobs we must assign 

Clean up the earth and humanity in one 

We can not stop until we're 

Step by step and hand in hand 

We can still clean up this wasteland 

Pick up some trash help a friend 

Don't let this be how our story ends 

-KR

An Ode To My Stress

An Ode To My Stress

To my dear stress

I just want to give thanks,

Without your constant nagging

I probably could think straight.,

Oh dear stress

I wish you the best,

You’ve brought me many friends

I think procrastination is my favorite pest.,

To my dear stress

No one cares as much as you,

When the lights are out

I find myself always thinking of what’s due -- I mean you!

JS

An Ode to Asthma

I LOVE asthma so much

It’s the best

It's as though your breathing through a straw

Always having to carrying an inhaler

The white cap never gets dirty I swear!

The best is sports induced

Asthma makes all sports fun,

especially running

Having to take medicine to breath

When people tell you to breath, 

Like thank you that helps so much

Asthma, you take my breath away!

-PewPew

We Love Our WORLD

This world is a strange and unique place.
There are great things out there.
And there are not so great things out there.
It's full of mystery and history.
Full of wise and not so wise people.
But those mistakes make us who we are.
They define us as people.
No one is perfect,
except maybe Keanu Reeves.
Have confidence in yourself and you'll be fine.
Have faith in Keanu and you shall be saved.
But most of all, learn to love yourself.
And Keanu Reeves too.
He's honestly a great dude.
I mean you should know this already.
He's basically God, man.
He looks like he should be on romance novel.
Ted on his excellent adventure with wild stallions.
Or The Rock. Don't forget him!
Liam Hemsworth. Yum.
And this is why we love our world.

-Em