Fear

 I am scared... 

...it just moved...

WHAT MOVED?!?

Out pops Harry-Styles

OH MY JESUS...EEEEEEEE!!!!

I LOVE HARRY

I'm drowning here -

*Drown him now

let him die

water fills lungs 

He takes his last breath.

(Note Card Journal)

-KZ100

Sestina

 You’re so close, you could touch the sky.

The whistling wind sounds of music,

As the sun makes the mountaintops glisten.

Heavenly dull blue and purple shades the sides in color.

Coffee on ice

Accentuates the views so glorious.

The deep sea is a view so glorious

Under the cool baby blue sky.

Perfection is tea with ice

As seagulls sing a tune of music.

Moonlit waves of color

Make your eyes glisten.

The sun glistens

As the buffalo graze the plains so glorious.

The various grass colors

Are vibrant under the pure blue sky.

Grunts from herds are the plain’s music,

As rain showers are as cold as ice.

The desert sand shines like ice,

As the sun glistens.

Rustling shrubs are the desert’s music,

And hawks screech gloriously.

Minimal clouds line the sky

Above mounds of fiery colors.

Verdant colors

Line the jungle thick as ice.

Rain falls from the sky

As the damp woods glisten.

The lush growth so glorious,

As humming and buzzing fill the jungle with music.

The flapping of wings fills the valley with music, 

Along with flowers of various colors.

A stream flows down, so glorious,

The current glacial like ice.

The fresh water glistens

Under the clear blue sky.

The sky’s inhabitants fill the earth with music.

It glistens and provides the earth with color and beauty.

The sky provides twinkling ice and glorious lights that beam with joy.

-Squid

From Diamond Rings to Saturn's Rings

Why did the Alien go to Saturn?- To go ring shopping! Why did the multi-millionaires go to space? Because they could. Today, countless millionaires and billionaires are lining up to get themselves, or more accurately, their money, into space. With tickets costing up to 55 million dollars, America's “richest of the rich" are spending their money towards touching the stars. But, where could all of this money go instead? My answer is nonprofits and humanitarian aid. Nonprofits in the U.S. have seen a 3.9 percent decline in donations in the past few fiscal years. When all citizens understand the need for humanitarian relief and act upon it, the world’s hardships can be relieved faster than one may think. 

      From fundraisers to out-of-pocket donations, six out of ten American households donate to multiple charities per year. Most of these homes are those of a middle-class financial standing. But when many people hear the word “philanthropy” they associate the word with the wealthiest people. However, according to philanthropyroundtable.org, 81 percent of total charitable donations were given by private citizens. So if countless hardworking people can fund an extensive amount of charities, then what would happen if millionaires pitched in more? In 2015, the top 50 biggest donors contributed a total of 24.7 billion dollars. But out of 471 billion dollars collected, it is obvious that average citizens contributed a lot more. 

      There is no limit to designer shoes, cars, and now, rocket ships owned by the richest in America. However, there is a shortage of supplies for homeless shelters, support for struggling veterans, and food for many unfortunate children. Some argue that billionaires have the right to spend their money as they see fit. But let me ask this, do we not all have a moral and ethical responsibility to help others if we are able? If everyday citizens, working nine to five jobs, can contribute more than billionaires, what does that say? To me, before we can reach the stars, we must reach out and help one another. 

Christmas Chaos

Up on the house top

Santa had a heart attack :(

But he is ok, Buddy the elf to the rescue! 

"no death"

What's your favorite color?

Green like spring leafs that have been killed by snow 

Death!!!

Destruction of the town

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth, is that too much to ask?  

- M

Life

"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory." -Dr. Seuss

So chase your dreams wholeheartedly and take risks

Because some can live without ever actually living

Be willing to take chances 

Embrace spontaneous opportunities

Complete everything on your bucket list until dark takes you away 

And then be happy you've done enough to satisfy the dark

Why didn't we talk about the Cat and the Hat or something like that?

Because we must please the cosmic horrors of our universe

Lucy I'm home! Happy, don't worry. 

Oh no! Hide the Cthulhu summoning tome!  

- M

The Legend of Soupman

 Onwards, to adventure!

Ponds in holes overfilling,

Qubert loves to splash,

Rushing water, floods come near,

S o u p 

Tomato soup, to be exact,

Underestimating the power of delicious soup,

Very interesting video game we have here,

When will it end, it's getting louder!

Xylophone music blares, this soundtrack is weird,

You love soup, you need soup, you must get the soup back to save the city, please save us Soupman! 

-Allitini (Ft. The Other Ones™) 

My Favorite Things About the Christmas Season...

1. Christmas carols -- get you into the Christmas spirit

2. Lights on peoples' houses -- the beautiful lights that make you stop and admire them every time you drive past 

3. Christmas decorations -- make you feel like you are in a winter wonderland

4. Hot chocolate -- warms your soul 

5. Christmas cookies -- it is so much fun to decorate Christmas cookies as well as eat them too

6. Christmas movies -- the best kind of movies

7. Spending time with friends and family -- I never pass up the opportunity to spend time with my loved ones, especially when I have not seen them in a long time

8. No school! -- no comment needed

9. Fuzzy blankets -- there is nothing better than wrapping up in a fuzzy blanket on a cold winter day and reading a book or watching a movie

10. Making gingerbread houses -- this is one of my favorite things to do with my siblings 

11. Being out in the snow -- I have to admit, I am not a fan of snow or cold weather, but I do enjoy hearing the crunching sound of the snow under my feet, making snowmen, sledding, and snowball fights

12. Christmas scented candles -- the smell of them make me so happy

13. Watching people open gifts -- I love seeing people's reactions when they a sentimental gift

14. Going shopping for Christmas gifts -- I love picking out presents for other people, as well as shopping for myself

- M

Frostbite Bullets

Snowflakes falling

it feels like Christmas now!

And ice is forming on the sidewalks to trip people

blood on the ice

bones in the snow

people lying on the ground hopeless

All I can feel is the cold on my eyeballs, the bullet must have hit my spine.

AHHHHHH!!! NO NO NO.... WHY.... every time ... 

So much for "no death"

(Notecard Journal)

- KZ100

Christmas Dark Magic!

 Trees getting chopped down.

Whoops there goes my leg

The wood splinters,tearing into me 

Blood gushes out of me

I feel dizzy and see a red figure

Harry Styles-dressed as SANTA?! Is that u Harry?

What are you doing here Harry?

This is the ultimate Christmas tree fail.

The Seasons of Life

Things are changing as quickly as the leaves

Crashing down around me as they fall of the trees

I’ve never been a big fan of change

Neither has tom, the neighborhoods stray black cat

Before they die I pick a flower

The pages will turn but i will stay, in the pile of leaves I lay

Rolling in the golden crunchy pile tom lays

His joy will remain in the leaves

I pick up the petals of a once alive flower

The wind takes it away to the top of a tree

Appearing in the trees is the mad hatters hat and the cheshire cat

Day turns to night and the moon hangs in the sky as the seasons change

My sadness isn’t apparent until the seasons once again change

On the leaves the powdered snow begins to lay

Wipe your shoes on the mat and warm up with the inside cat

Soggy and brow, the snow again changes the leaves

The white cold dust weighs down our trees

And sure enough to be gone is the pretty purple flower

The snow begins to melt and gasping for sunshine is the flower

The warmth of the sun is a much needed change

Creating mud, snow drips down the branches and off the trees

Watering the grass, sinking into the ground it starts to lay

Once again turning green, and the bright luscious leaves

And returning to my porch for shelter is the stray black cat

As he lays on the porch, the black cat

I watch him smell the fresh spring air and in the breeze,soil from the flowers.

Still soggy from last year, drying in the sun are last years leaves

My winter clothes are put away because I’m excited for the change

I join the cat, on the porch we lay

Whispering us a calming melody is the gentle droopy trees

Now it’s summer and turning bright are the trees

Basking in the sun are all the neighborhoods cats

At the pool while the kids are playing mothers sit in the warmth and lay

Blooming everywhere are bright colorful flowers

Caterpillars curl up and start to change

Sitting in the trees just me and my peace I pick and tear a few green leaves

Into shorts and tank tops I change

To cool of I brush the black cat

For him to smell I pick a flower

His eyes quint, his nose starts to scrunch and he sits in my arms, his final place to lay

I can feel his heart stop but I know he’ll be safe with the dead leaves

Always returning next year in the big oak tree

-olive

The History of Magic/ Strolling With the Moon

 HELLO to ALL

I HAVE RETURNED~~

Sorry for the once again lateness I was yet again traveling the world to wonders never before seen by teh human eyes- aka I got to go on a road trip to see one of my close relatives. :) 

So anyways since I have already used my short time limit up, I want to get this up a bit fast. Hopefully next time I can take the time to write one more story before my blogging days come to an end. It has been great to story with whomever, whoever, or whatever reads my rambles. So without further ado let me tell you about the history of magic, and things you must know when strolling with the moon...

The (short) History of Magic

A hopefully short-ish history of magic (A

Read again and again through stories told and re-told (B

Forevermore learning beyond knowledge unknown (C

To men and women across the world (D

As tales are woven into curious minds (E

Slowly gaining more aspect of dichotomous perceptions of reflections (F

Peculiar minds sparking questions of stories unknown C

Soon to be spread to beings across the world D

Tipping barriers between fictional and real, factual and magic A

Continuously questioning true intentions of rulers reflections F

As slowly yet surely each perspective changes from mind to mind E

Opening possibilities as each new story will soon be foretold B

As beings realize the truth behind their knowledge, no-one minds- E

Accepting the new advancements of the soon to be less unknown C

Working through wonders never familiar to the world D

Hoping wholeheartedly throughout the word would be re-told B

So it reached each new person with never seen before reflections F

Bursting and bubbling with each new understanding of beautiful magic A

Time continues on and more understand what is at stake for the world D

Realizing without the wonders no stories could be told B

Imaginations would be bleak, minds- E

Put to rest- upon altars of monotonous, stone reflections F

So each person forgets the weird and wonderful, mystic and magic A

Until finally our history becomes unknown C

Then up from the depths sprouts a seed, crammed with knowledge to be re-told (B

Though, no being realizes this knowledge form the old world (D

It’s been gone so long the stories have become unknown (C

So at last we grasp onto innocent, old reflections( F

Thinking this fact we talk about is just a fantasy- just magic (A

So we hire incredible storytellers to break this knowledge into the starving minds (E

Years fly by and people start to see truer reflections (F

Even if they are weary of these tellers intentions- as each being sorts their way through minds (E

Listening wildly as tales are told (B

People once again start to question the absolutely unknown (C

Continuously finding a new world (D

This world is false- in one’s imaginations but at least it's stayed unfaded-magic (A

Soon enough only young minds choose to see the purest reflections (EF

Of what was truly real- as parents tell stories of mystical creatures unknown (BC

Listening, with wondrous belief about their own “fantasy world” until one day society dims their belief of

miraculous magic (DA

Strolling with the moon

Mindless melding magic’s moons

Singing sweet so silence swoons

Dancing daintily down dunes

Bellowing bouquets of boon

Jumping joyously in June 

Knowing needs near never’s noons

Finding fixtures for fawned fools

Peculiar placed pools plead “poons”

Bouquets- an expression of approval or compliment

Boon- a thing that is helpful or beneficial

Poon- a person who is simple and foolish

Well, I hope you enjoyed this shortish- yet slightly confusing bit of wonder. I quite liked writing these this year and I hope down the line I can look back and smile at these tidbits of fascination! Well, my time has come to once again leave! So as always, dear readers(who have stuck around until the end notes) , stay magical!!

~Ms. Magic~

The Kitchen

Sweet tunes are heard from birds, maybe pigeons.

The frilly rug of blue in front of the sink,

Where cows can be seen outside of the window, sometimes they stink!

The oven creates aromas of freshly baked zucchini bread,

And momma never lets anyone go unfed.

The green mini broom and dustpan hang on the wall

And catches all the food that might fall.

Dead houseplants line the window sill

That my mom accidentally kills.

Our Keurig makes sure our caffeine needs are met

Thus, countless mugs fill our cabinets.

Worldly

 

The people sat idly for unity  

Their hopes buried in our dear mother earth

Awaken the sun forever, be blue 

Bask in what is the endless majesty  

Of those whose hopes lie in patriotism

Till when we shall return heroically  

 Those who believe will die, heroically 

 Not getting the chance to see unity 

We remember how ¨she¨ is our patriotism 

Reaping the spoils of our toil from earth 

Her spirit lives in us, our majesty 

If her hope goes away, many will be blue 

 We look up at the sky, oh how it's blue 

Standing alone,  it's done heroically 

 You will become your own majesty 

Together we will stand in unity 

Work tirelessly for tyrants- till the earth 

Until the descent of the golden, eagle of patriotism

But what really is our patriotism

How Can the sky really stand being so rightfully blue 

If so, why do the spirits fall below the earth

Standing-sitting- forever alone in unity 

There is no one here to save them heroically 

In death, some assume to find some majesty 

 

For when the callers come calling, your majesty 

They will entrust their ideals of patriotism 

In you, they shall seek to find their unity 

Under the stars and stripes that wave- blue 

Remembering those who have served you heroically 

Who laid their lives down into the earth

Out sprouts the seeds of promise from the earth 

For what is the wonder and awe of majesty 

That may hold the world up heroically

Soaring over the world, singing songs of patriotism

Touching the big, bright, sky of blue 

The atmosphere and land in a permanent state of unity 

We must be able to have unity for our earth 

Whether it be under the blue sky or above in its majesty 

Those who die are wrapped in patriotism, forever remembered heroically.

~Per Aspera Ad Astra~

The Cellar (Remastered)

 “Hazel, why are we going into the cellar?” seventeen-year-old Jared Lohst asked tentatively, looking down into the old, murky cellar and then back at the dark-haired girl in front of him. Hazel turned around, a wide smile stretched across her face. Her silvery gray eyes seemed to shine with excitement. “I need to show you what I’ve been working on! You’re gonna love it!” she squealed, pushing the smaller boy down the cracked stone steps. Jared placed his hands on the icy walls, trying to regain his balance. He watched Hazel step in front of him, patiently waiting. “I swear to God Hazel if you show me more dead animals you stitched together I’m going to kill you,” Jared mumbled, following Hazel deeper into the sunless cellar. Hazel looked back at him, making sure he was following. “I can assure you it isn’t another stitched-up animal,” Hazel replied, humming a familiar tune. Jared had heard that tune so many times, for almost 12 years now, but still didn’t know what song his friend was humming. Hazel would always hum that same tune, mostly while she worked on whatever new horrific experiment she would consider her newest masterpiece. 

Jared had gotten used to all the disturbing things Hazel has done and created. It didn’t scare him anymore- in fact, it never did, and he had no idea why. He guessed it was because Hazel was his first-ever friend and the first person he’s ever interacted with besides his family. Being 2 years older than him, Jared just assumed that Hazel knew what she was doing. For so many years, he thought that the unsettling things Hazel did were normal. It wasn’t until almost 10 years later, when he met Noah, that he realized that was far from true. She constantly tortured anything that moved, performing “experiments” on them. These experiments mainly consisted of removing limbs, tearing out organs, locking them in freezers or trash bags, burning them, feeding them poisonous objects, and stitching up two or even more creatures together, sometimes even alive, and seeing how long the forced fusion could live for. Jared never took part in doing the twisted experiments, but he did watch them, sometimes even forced to be Hazel’s assistant. 

The brunette continued walking, trying to focus on better memories. He smiled to himself, remembering that in a couple of months, he’d get to see Noah again. Noah was the complete opposite of Hazel. Jared considered him as a “normal” human being. Unlike Hazel, Noah had lots of friends, almost perfect grades, and had a huge soft spot for animals. He knew a little bit about almost everything and was highly curious as well, as he would come up with questions and topics that Jared had never thought of, and those were only some of the things that Jared admired about him. It had been almost 5 months since they’d seen each other since Noah had just recently graduated and was now busy with college. They did, however, stay in touch and would write emails to each other every so often. 

Eventually, the two teens reached the bottom of the stairs and were now in the large underground room. A musty, old smell floated around them. Jared coughed, reaching into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out his inhaler, using it quickly. Hazel turned around once again. “You ok?” she questioned, a hint of worry in her voice. Jared nodded, clearing his throat. Hazel smiled and gestured to him to keep following. They kept walking, stopping once they reached a rusted metal door. Hazel paused in front of it and turned to Jared. “I want to show you something, Jared. I’ve been working on it for quite a long time, and I wanted you to be the first one to see it!” she smiled at Jared again and he awkwardly smiled back, wondering what kind of horror would be behind the door. A present? He watched Hazel push open the door, allowing him to walk inside. Jared looked around, staring down the dark tunnels. He didn’t hear Hazel lock the door behind them.

“Wow,” Jared whispered, squinting his eyes. “It’s really dark down here.” Hazel stepped beside him. “Well, of course! It has to be! It’s so we don’t disturb them.” Hazel grabbed Jared’s arm, leading him down one of the tunnels. “Now let’s go!” Jared hesitantly followed, letting Hazel lead the way. “Disturb.. who?” he asked, staring at the girl in front of him. Hazel didn’t answer, continuing to drag him down into the dusky underpass. The musty smell in the air slowly faded, being replaced by something smelling even more unpleasant. The further and further they walked, the stronger the putrid smell became. Jared gagged, covering his nose. The smell was almost unbearable. “Hey!” Jared snapped. “You told me you weren’t going to show me a dead ani-” a fit of coughs cut him off and he reached for his inhaler again, desperately trying not to breathe in the pungent odor. He shoved his inhaler back into his pocket, feeling Hazel let go of his arm. She had stopped.

Hazel turned around, her deep silver eyes glowed in the darkness. Jared tried closing his eyes, not wanting to look at the other pair, but felt unable to escape their command. Hazel looked away, her eyes now focusing on an object at the end of the tunnel. Jared walked closer to her, trying not to look at the object, but curiosity got the best of him and he slowly lifted his eyes off the ground, feeling as if his head was being titled up by a nonexistent force. Once his eyes focused on the object in front of him, he froze, falling to his knees in disbelief. Hazel sat down beside him, putting an arm around him comfortingly. “I know you two were very close. That’s why I wanted you to be the first to see it!” Jared felt his heart break into a million little pieces. “No..” he trembled, his whole body paralyzed with fear. “N-Noah..?”

The blonde-haired boy didn’t answer as he stared lifelessly at Jared, his left eye being nothing but an empty socket. There was a look of terror and indescribable agony written across his once lively face. Noah was so pale that his skin was almost see-through, little worms and other tiny insects visible underneath the skin. His back was bent at an impossible angle, his ribs tearing out from his sides. Burn marks were scattered all over his body, worms, and maggots crawling out of the charred patches of skin. His mouth was opened slightly, hundreds of blisters lining his cheeks, throat, and tongue. Streaks of blood and pus were leaking from his nose and mouth, leaving trails of red and yellow. Hazel clapped her hands in excitement. “Isn’t this wonderful! The little ones have hatched!” She then focused her eyes on Noah, pouting. “He sadly didn’t make it throughout college after all, but hey, it was a perfect explanation for his disappearance, and it made it easier for me to send those emails to you!” 

Jared’s breath grew heavier as he remembered the emails. He remembered everything, how excited Noah was to start college, how he remembered being so proud of him, how Noah told him that Hazel invited him over the day before he left, and the promise that they’d see each other again- it was all too much. Jared felt the hot tears fall down the sides of his face and he looked back at Noah, whose arm now seemed to twitch. Jared stared at it for a second and reached for it. As he did, parts of the skin tore open, unspecified bugs flying out and onto the ceiling, burying themselves deep in the alcoves above. 

Jared let out a small scream, his breath quickening. He stumbled back, frantically trying to wipe his eyes. Despite his vision being blurred with tears, he stood up and ran, knowing if he could just escape the cellar he’d be free, and able to tell everyone what had happened, he’d save Noah, he’d at least do.. something. He continued running, having no idea where he was going. He briefly considered hiding, looking around for any spots Hazel might overlook. He suddenly yelped, feeling a sharp pain in his lower back. He turned around, seeing a shadowy figure with a long, emptied syringe in its hands. Adrenaline filled his body as he flung himself at the figure, pushing it down. He turned around, running as fast as his legs could carry him. His vision blurred once again, and every footstep felt heavy, like he was sinking into the ground. Jared reached the rusted door once again. Everything was spinning. He felt around for the door handle, for his vision was nearly gone by now. He could feel the figure behind him, looming closer and closer by every second. The last thing Jared remembered was falling hard, face-first, right onto the cold, damp cellar floor. 

Jared awoke, his eyes fluttering as he tried to focus on his surroundings, allowing them to adjust to the dim light. He gasped for air, struggling to breathe. There was a sharp pain that started in his head, before splitting throughout his entire body. A large cut lined the middle of his forehead, stretching all the way down to his brow. Warm blood leaked down his face at an alarming rate. He shut his eyes, groaning. His head felt like it was slowly being torn open. Jared felt nothing but pain at this point. He felt something being placed on his forehead, eventually hearing Hazel’s voice from the side of him. The cool cloth soothed his head pain for a couple of seconds but the intolerable aching soon returned. Hazel then came into view, a small scalpel and an unidentifiable object in her hands. 

A wave of panic rushed over Jared as he struggled, realizing he couldn’t feel anything below his ribcage. He looked at his legs, trying to sit up, but there was absolutely no response. No feeling. Hazel gave him an apologetic look. “This isn’t normally how I perform this, but I couldn’t have you running away again. But hey, at least you can still feel your upper body.” She paused, gently placing her hand on his forehead. “The whole cracking your head open thing wasn’t supposed to happen either, but I think I can make it work. I think it’s for the better. Now I can see how long they can live in a human head! I was originally only gonna put them in your intestines and lungs, but now I have a third option! Isn’t this exciting!” her smile grew even wider, eyes practically shining through the darkness. 

Jared’s voice broke, more tears streaming down his face. “Now..” Hazel spoke, setting down the scalpel and placing the object down on the middle of Jared’s stomach. The object was now within Jared’s field of vision and he could see that the item was some sort of metal cube. He moved his eyes towards Hazel as she continued speaking. “This procedure seems to work the best when the ribs are broken.” And just as those words escaped her lips, the metallic cube twitched slightly. Three metal rods began poking out of each side, each of them having a sharp chain at the end. Before Jared could process what was happening, the rods hummed with life, spinning around in opposite directions, twisting themselves tightly around their victim. He let out a blood-curdling scream that was followed by a sickening crunching noise. The chains untwisted, the rods retreating into their block-shaped home. His screams faded into a quiet, slow rattle of breaths. Jared’s eyes glazed over once more, the tears now falling freely, mixing with the crimson blood that now almost covered the entirety of his face. 

Hazel slowly placed the scalpel down on his stomach. She looked up at him, taking his staring as a question. “Alright, on to step two! I’m now going to be placing some of the eggs in your intestines,” she answered, frowning at the look on Jared’s face. “Hey, chill out, okay? It’s not like you’re gonna be able to feel anything. When I did this to Noah, he was fully awake! Sure, I had to break his spine for him to stay still, but he didn’t completely give up like you are! It’s kind of pathetic.” She smiled again, grabbing a small bucket filled with an unknown substance and setting it beside her. “..Hazel..?” Jared croaked, trying his best to look up. “Yes?” She answered, not looking at Jared, for her eyes were fixed on the scalpel, as she was carefully checking the blade. “I wanna... I wanna go home..” Hazel returned the sharp object back to Jared’s stomach once again, and nodded. “I get that. Sometimes I feel that way too. Sometimes I just want to forget about my responsibilities and go home.’’ She made eye contact with the boy once again. “But we can’t always get what we want. Can we?” Jared squirmed, watching as Hazel slowly pressed the blade down, seeing it effortlessly cut through his skin and flesh. He couldn’t feel a thing. He tried looking away, but it was like the invisible force was back, holding his head in place, making him watch as Hazel successfully opened his stomach, his bloody organs fully visible now. Hazel continued cutting. She had done this an innumerable amount of times, she knew exactly how and where to cut. Jared felt himself passing out, his vision growing foggy. Hazel reached into his stomach, feeling the warm bloody innards, finding the perfect spot to place the eggs. The last thing Jared heard before completely blacking out was that same tune he had listened to countless times. Hazel continued humming, smiling to herself as she stitched the green-eyed boy back up, getting ready to continue to step three.

Deadweight. That’s what Jared’s body felt like as his mind fell back into consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, desperately hoping he had just woken up from a nightmare. Every inch of his body rived in agony. He took a breath, immediately wincing as intense pain radiated through his left side. His lungs felt as if they had been ripped apart, the pain worsening with every breath. His throat stung horribly from all the screaming and crying. He coughed, striving to get rid of the feeling of bugs crawling up and around his throat. The familiar suffocating smell hit his nostrils once again. He felt his stomach turn, and he violently threw up all over himself, seeing small black dots crawling through the vomit. His back laid against the stone wall, he stared at his legs as they sat helplessly on the dark stone floor. There was, once again, no response.

 He felt the insects crawling in and out of the cut on his forehead, for his head was now the only part of his body that wasn’t completely numb. The throbbing pain in his forehead started once again, but this time, he kept his eyes open. It was dark, but across the tunnel from him, he could make out Noah’s rotting body. The body was nothing but a living colony of crawling larvae now. He couldn’t watch. Jared coughed again, looking down at the lines of messy stitches covering his stomach and chest. He could feel them crawling inside of him, burying themselves deeper into his gut. Jared returned his gaze back to the decaying body of Noah and sniffled, crying silently in the dark, trying to cling to the hope of them seeing each other again. “I’m sorry,” he sobbed, voice breaking. ‘I’m so sorry that I didn’t… that I never had the chance to warn you..” 

-Allitini

Spring morning

 March the favorite month thy cold spring  morning smelling the rain 

Green begins to peek through melting snowdrifts 

Showers to bring about new flowers next month 

roses,lilies,tulips you name it 

Blood drips from the flowers, Nothing is on it seems 

the intoxicating small traps you in a lucid trance 

hallucination sets in and you start seeing things

Did that rabbit just jump down the tree trunk 

how magical+, mysterious  

so mysterious

ALICE WAKE UP! (Alice in wonderland)

~Good H2O~  

Evil Twin

 Evil Twin

I woke up groggily, groaning as I opened my phone, looking at the time, 4 AM. I open it, pulling up Discord into a groupchat to nothing, sighing I get up lazily opening my door to a shadow figure. I stepped back in surprise, staring at it, it began twisting, molding to a figure, I heard the sickening crunching and twisting of bone as it took a new form, me, but with obvious differences. My- Its eyes were bright blue, almost glowing in the dark, and its hair dark brown, it held itself with more confidence and pride. “Hello, I am your… Alter self.” was all he said, after a brief moment of silence, his voice soothing and cool. “What in the h- '' I was about to respond before I was interrupted “Now now. Watch yourself.” I grumbled under my breath in response as I watched him warily “What do you want? ‘Cause I’m sure I didn’t sell my soul.” I simply said a few moments passed and he responded. “You know why I’m here, Jayce. You need my help. Am I off?” “Ye-” I tried to say again. “Wrong. I’m you. You can’t lie to yourself…” I gave a sigh as a response, looking down in silence. “I can help you, just shake a man's hand and you will see your life change.” I watched his hand warily, slowly raising my hand, before I firmly grabbed his hand. Suddenly  he broke apart into shadow, I felt it embrace me, swallowing me in the darkness, the cold, unforgiving void. All I could hear was the muffled sounds of voices and an image of the world that I could just barely see. I heard his voice surround me. “Thanks for the body. I needed it.” and with that he left and i was forced to sit in this void, and listen to him unable to tell them that it wasn’t me. All I could do was cry.