What does a smile look like?

What does a smile look like
'Neath the stars its a bit hard to tell
But I stumble and fell
Hard on this spike.

Essentiality is the word
For with out it there is a spike for all.
Acting isn't a walk in the mall
You have to be heard.

It doesn't matter if it's just improvisation or scripted
Or if you're lost and confused or if you know where you're going
A voice unheard in debate is a loss to all.

cw Final Project

Chord at the end is the first chord from "The End" by The Doors.

More poetry for final project

Note Collection





All there is to life



Is a collection of notes



Many sour, many sweet.







All they do is bow



For our arrangement



Like a river's flow



For tools are they



But we are not.







A craftsman attempt to



Perfect the craft may fail



But as it does a new thing is learned



And new notes are made for the arrangment.







Every failed poem and story



A new note is made



For out of all things bad come many



Things good.











New Poem:
At a Bay






Nonsense may they say



While your at a bay



To be thrown amongst the Fray



And onto a tray.







Sense does it lay



Upon the sun's ray



And upon the end of day



Shall it bloom in May.







Not every kiss begins with KAY's



For those who have pay



Are still led astray



And have no way.







There's no more hay



In the alley



That's what they say



On their display.







But it makes no sense.

Life Unknown/Upon a Pale Horse (project poems)

Life Unknown:

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

Trying for the goal
But it can't make it
It can't even have arm pits
It's that ugly.

It neither run afoal
Or on a proper path
No where near the wrath
Does it frolick.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

To be on the road
Never near a lick
Running from the tick
Is the life of the journey.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

The path to ruin
Is short and sweet
But it'll kill your feet
And that's how we get there.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

Life is hard
We know
But we won't bow
To your hardships.

Life unknown
On the run
Because it ain't no fun
At home.

Upon a Pale Horse:

And there was a man
Who was shrouded
In the Darkness.

Upon a pale horse
Did he ride.
And once he entered
He never left.

With him came pain
And agony from
Those long
Forgotten souls.

His anger was known
Cross the land.
He walked alone at night
And rode on fields
Of yellow grass.

He knew the heaviest
Sound was that of Silence.
He forced so many
To that sound
As those they once knew
Left for ever more.

He was no God of Neon or
Prophet of his
Masters.

Upon a pale horse
Did he ride.
With him came Agony
And Destruction.

And he was a man
Whom was shrouded
In the Darkness.

Project proposal

A series of poems with an over arching theme, either tightly or loosely.

Battle of Mind

"You know you want to" said the face in the mirror but no matter what I could say or do I knew, I knew how true it was. "Look brother, your life has been a lie. Now you can get back at those who lied. You have no family, we're family" and at that point I became enraged and I smashed the mirror and then a uncontrollable domino chain started and the rage that built up inside of me burst. I headed into the next room and flicked my wrist as one of the other me's minions neck snapped back and the rest passed like a dream. I was suddenly pushed back as the creature possesed me. Slowly he slit each and everyone of there's throat and slowly he drank it as I felt the blood touch my tounge and descend down my throat. But it wasn't me controlling nor was it me tasting. It controlled me and it tasted the blood. It took about five minutes and when it had finished it stared down at a peice of broken glass on the floor and stated "I see your enjoying yourself" and the worst part was that while I beat away at his presence I knew that he was right.

12 hours ago:

I quickly got out of my car knowing that my only time for vengeance was now. I knew that there was no way possible for me to win but I still had to try. I had my shotgun loaded with salt shot as I entered the warehouse I already knew what to expect. I fired the shot gun to my left and right and knocked down the gaurds but then suddenly one dropped down from the ceiling, landed on his feet and preceded to continually hit me. I tried to throw him with my mind but he was just to powerful so I took out my knife and attempted to neutralize him. It worked and as I walked upstairs I called out to the two gaurds "Is the boss home?" and one of them immediatly grabbed me and pulled him to me.
"Hello, how are you today" he said from his decaying, rotting body.
"Come on I can take you!" I said
"So me and my gaurd against you, you do know that's suicide?" he asked as I made his gaurd burst into flames.
"You say something?" I asked his short, decaying body.
"Very well" he said throwing off his jacket as he then threw a lamp from the other side of the room at me with a flick of his wrist. I narrowly dodged it as I threw a fireball at him which he then dodged. We then flew at each other and released energy which his body tried to absorb but failed as he slowly was roasted and the next thing I knew I stood in the room's ruins. But on the way home I passed a hall of mirrors and I decided I was to be there for some strange reason and so I stopped in there and passed out. When I awoke I saw his face in the mirror
"Hello my friend, I'm here to take you over" and that's how I got here. Biting and scratching away at his mind. It was not until later that it worked, it went down like this. He decided to test me out by killing a family and one of them shot him. This time his rage took advantage of him and I squeezed him back. Somehow I escaped death but I know it's inside me, ready to burst and destroy us all.

Twin Day project

The man in the green shirt slowly walked down the purple and yellow and red hallway. The lights flickered on and off as he passed a lockable door that then slammed shut. He tried desperately to open it but alas no dice, as he had forgotten his dice at home that day.
"Who's there?" he called out in fright as two identical people appeared in front of him.
"Daddy?" they both said at the same time.
"Wha-what are you?" he asked then said "Take anything, just leave me be".
"It's us daddy, Tabatha and Selena" they said at the same time.
"No, no no!!!!!!!!! You're dead! How is this possible?" he said
"We love you daddy" they said as they gently touched him and they spiraled downward.

When he awoke to the sound of screams it was dark and enclosed. It was hot but through the heat he could see a beautiful woman about five foot nine and straight blonde hair.
"Well let's see, two counts of murder, several hundred counts of adultery and some satanic rituals and all in 45 years. You've been a very bad boy Chuck" she said as she gently rubbed his face.
"Who-who are you?" he asked now entranced by your beauty
"I'm Mary and I will be torturing you today. Welcome to hell." She said as she moved towards to a tool box. She opened it and he saw a glint of metal and then saw a sharp metal hook as she then hooked it through his skin and slowly pulled it through. "Don't scream" she said "No one can hear you here" she said. In between screams he looked at her face and saw her smile. It was a ghastly smile, as if she was enjoying this. "You're wondering what I am right?"
"Yes"
"I'm a demon. Luci's my papa. And obviously your's abondoned you"
"No, just be quiet."
"Why, you're face gives it away. No faith at all. In anything. It's actually pretty sad how you guys all despair but you haven't seen anything untill you sit in here"
"What will happen to me"
"You will convert"
"Convert?"
"You shall see" she said as she slowly pulled out a new blade and slit Chuck's throat with it. She then preceded to carve numerouse more holes in him untill the day was over. "Give him the shock" she said to gaurd as she left and at that moment orange light burts from every hole, natural or carved. The amount of pain he suffered was immense. And he thought of what she said. Welcome to Hell.
The next day he awoke he was all put together but standing over him was Tabatha and Selena.
"We love you daddy" they both said at the saime time as there eyes faded to red, blood red.
"Babies, what happened?" he asked

"You died Daddy. So did we. Remember you butchered us." they said

"I'm, I'm sorry" he said

"Daddy, we understand everything"

"Really?"

"We know why you had to kill us. We know that we're ungrateful ugly bitches. we know that you were right."

"But if I was right why am I here?"

"Right is subjective Daddy."

"As in?"

"It was necesary but the one up there deemed it wrong. Why is that Daddy?"

"Why is that? please explain"

"He demands to tell us how beautiful he is every waking moment yet why doesn't he help?"

"I don't know honies"

"He doesn't love us Daddy. Daddy, he hates us."


"I know darling I know"

"Daddy, help us" they said as they were pulled away. In the room next to the door Mary pulled the switch again and smiled happilly as he burst in pain, for her torture the next day.

The next day Mary walked into the torture room, "What shall it be today?" she asked
"Freedom?" he said
"Never, Chuck my buddy old pal" as she situated a soaked knife over his chest. "Don't worrry, this will only hurt alot." she said as the blade entered Chuck's chest as he screamed in pain. "Don't worry it only gets worse. You see its soaked in poisin that'll hurt for days now." she said, smiling and petting his head. She then walked out and pulled the trigger again. Those painful days were aided by more visits from Mary and her torturous schemes. Then on the fifth day when the poisin started to subside she undid his chains. she walked out of the room infront of him, snapped her fingers and invited him in. Before Chuck went he stole a knife. The room had a romantic feel to it. At that moment he knew what was going to happen.
"Well, I have to say I am impressed" she said sitting down on a bed.
"I do have to say that the fact that you've tortured me for a week is somewhat of a turnoff" Chuck said.
"And your going to let that get in the way?" she asked as she got up and started kissing him. he knew what was about to happen. He quickly withdrew the knife he stole and stabbed her as both her and the knife she was about to stab him with fell to the ground.
"Yes, yes I am" he said as all of a sudden he was earthbound. He wasn't sure why but he was back and all of a sudden he heard his children scream, he knew it was time to go to there defence. He then focused in on his marraige which crumbled and failed and on his murdered children. He then appeared to when and where he killed them. He did something simple, he jumped inside of himself forcing the other him out before he could cut his bloody children anymore and his other soul seemingly fell into the ground. He know had one thing left to do, tend to his bloody children.

Poem:
They can be good
They can be creepy
There Stephen King's best friends.

They look like each other
It's really hard to tell them apart
And you can never remember your names.

That's right!
The subject of this poem has been
TWINS!

Turvendiz Goes Gloorama

Gloorama
Gloorama
Gloorama
Goes the Turvendiz.
Or so says the man in the back
And he wears all black
You can't hack
His tack.

I want to own a Canadian
But the government says I can't
Silly government!

The Wackiness of my friends in other schools
You'd think they'd be in WAC
But that's what they call it only in Herricks.

I'm a Wacky WACker,
I like to scream and yell out
Icky La Boomba!

I also dislike Narwhales
It emerged when some one told me they were part Unicorn.
Now I want to stab it with a horn
And some corn.

Story time:
One day there were two insane maniacs filming a video. One was violent, and one was just something beyond words. The amount of bloopers were great and all the dog did in the strange one's room was howl. But it was a hit but we couldn't make our Jello Biafra refrences fit.
Poem time (again):
I once found a pokemon card by a stop sign
It was an Arcanine and I decided I'd never lose it
Recently my friends and I looked through for valuable cards.
It was no where to be found.

There once was a cat on a roof
It did not fall
It only ran and ran and ran.

My favorite muscisian is Neil Young
His guitar work is amazing
I also love his singing
If I could play like him
I'd be a happy man.

I sit in a room of maniacs
Knowing not of what to do.
Half the people scare me
And there's even short people
Short people and there love for Justin Beiber annoys me.

I hate Justin Beiber
And I end this at this
GO! PIKACHU!
And the Turvendiz goes
Gloorama.

I lied
I do not end at this.
The Turvendiz that goes Gloorama
Likes to be in an uffish.

There is no sword to beat it
Get out the Vorpals
They do nothing
To my mad hats
That are not fat.

The sleeping in a cave
A Turvendiz does
For twelve hours.
Story time(again):
One day there was a fat guy, but the Turvendiz ate him. The end.
Poem time(raaaaaaaaaaaawr):
Sleep not do I
In the cave of a Turvendiz.
You know its its cave by the slobber on the walls.

May the Force be with you
Or maybe its the fourth?
But no bombing may stop the power of...
...
...
...
...
A TURVENDIZ!
(that goes gloorama).

And now I shall not lie
But buenas noches
I hate you all.

The Pillow

"Do you have a sword?" asked the old insane German man.
"No" I replied
"How don't you have a sword!" screamed the German man in obvious anger. He then drew out his sword, "I challenge you to a sword fight!"
"But I don't have a-" I said but was cut off
"Be a man and not wuss! Use a pillow!" he said tossing me a pillow. I realized how crazy he was so I grabbed the pillow, jumped on my horse and galloped to the nearest sports stadium with him on my tail. I had to lose him. I continually tried blending into the crowd but I think he had my scent because he walked like a blood hound, his nose to the ground. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was him.
"I challenged you to a sword fight!" he said
"Look man, can I just leave?" I asked
"No FIGHT MEEEEEEEEEEE!" he screamed and now people made a circle and cried "fight, fight, fight", they didn't know yet he had a sword. As he drew it the crowd scattered and screamed as I raised my pillow. he came at me sword drawn and so I swung my pillow as his blade broke. Within a second his face was close to mine so I smashed that with the pillow continually. He was eventually knocked out by the pillow. But suddenly they all attacked me. I suwng the pillow left and right and knocked more people out untill the cops came and arrested me for assault. And I later learned that every peice up untill the crowd attacking me was a sport. What a strange and bloody sport to play.

Pajama project

The pajama fled through the heavily forested area knowing it's life depended on it. At every step it felt it's sleeves rip and tear only becoming a shadow of what it once was as it heard the steps of the suits coming after it with there flamethrowers. Once there had been peace the pajama remembered and in what were his last moments he thought of his lover he had lost in the war.

It happened three years ago. It was a time of general peace and Thulien was living high. He may have only been a pajama, whom were generally the lowly class, but now he was as big as a tuxedo! He had a mansion many stories high with a large peice of land, a driveway a mile long and a white picket fence. He was living the pajama man dream but to top it all of he had the best dress in the world. She was pretty, smart and witty and the name of this particular pink dress was Rosalinda or Rosa for short.
"Honey, it's dinner time!" called Rosa up the stairs as Thulien quickly came down. it was bout a week before the war and the warning signs were present, hate crimes, bombings, and even a river runing red in red fabric. But they were safe from the guerrila groups up in there mansion. There was time for them to enjoy life.
"Servant, get the wine" said Thulien to one of his servants, an ugly pajama. No one decent went out that ugly. And so as they sat they did not know that the death bell was beginning to knell.
"How was your day" said Rosa as she touched his nose with her gentle sleeve, how he loved when she did that.
"It was well" but it wouldn't be for long as a Guerilla burst in with a flame thrower and let the house a flame but before he could reach Rosa a column fell on her and he tried to reache her but a strong sleeve grabbed him and pulled him out of the house, her final scream still in his ears.
"Thulien listen to me. In three years you will die, if you wish to avoid this fate say 'yes' just before you are blasted. If you do you'll see your wife again. I promise". Thulien turned and saw it was the Guerilla but suddenly the Guerilla dissapeared in thin air with on a rush of air. By this time there was no way else in and so he he was on the run for three long years. And he was about to die.
"YES!!!!!!!!!!!" he cried to heavens as a light descended and entered him he thought no more.
Epilogue:
When Thulien said yes it started a massive battle between good and evil, with evil occupying Thulien and the goods force having been the Guerilla from three years ago. In the battle Thulien was destroyed and the collateral was massive, several years later they are still trying to rebuild.

Rap:
We have pjs
I know your a fool
Who leaves the house
In those ugly things.

Are you and your friends
That horribly dressed
That you have to be a poser
In your yellow pjs?

I have no bussiness with you
Sorry to break your heart
But I can't be seen with you
Not only are you ugly,
But you have to pretend to be cool.

Just leave.

Don't walk 'round here
So undressed
Some of us here
Have something called standards.

This may not be the best rap
But it got purpose
We must get rid of pjs and pj wearin fools
Cuz you don't look cool with you pants on the ground.

Just leave.

Conversation with Breaking Benjamin's "Dance With the Devil" viewpoint of the devil

Here I wait
For my honest day's work
So many year's gone by
For me to claim your soul.

Dance in the pit
We shall for tonight
You are saying goodbye
And dancing with the devil tonight.

Don't worry,
I don't actually like it hot
When I run around Detroit
The temperature drops five degrees.

You may be holding on
But meeting me in a dark alley
Is like suicide.

When you meet me in the eye
Your soul shall be scared
Forever may there be no escape.

The end is not here
And even then there is no escape
All that satisfies me and my four amigos
Is your very soul.

Maybe if your lucky I will
Wear you to the prom
But sadly your my dance partner
So say good bye
Because your dancing with the devil tonight.

You better hold on because
I'm not bringing you back
Your not my angel condom
But my dance partner.

Don't worry, there's no prom night for you
I'll dance with you allright but I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul
That you can't hold on when you're helpless and left for dead.

Don't worry, it's ok to be angry
I want to see that anger
When you say good bye
When you stare me in the eye
Because your dancing with the devil tonight.

Graduation speech for vampire who has just found a way to kill Edward cullen in the face

This year has been a great year. I would like to tell you all that I do not love you, I actually hate you. But in all seriousness I have found a way to kill Edward Cullen, in the face. That's right my fellow vampires, we shall be free of this plague. Soon we shall be free of this hell hole of tenage girls not understanding our deep culture. My fellow vampires I present my graduation spech with great pride for today not only am I a Manpire but also the one who shall save us all. So let's go and end this! Yeah!

A Chance for Flight

A light
Of no new bright.
There is no fright.

End of the night
Darkness pouring in the tight
Spaces of no right.

There is no sleight
Remorse with a bite
They all recite
We have a chance for flight.

Not even the knights
May have egg white
But have oak blight
And so they are not polite.

But there is a light
Of no new bright
So may there be no fright.

No title could do this THING justice...

Burning depths sit upon
A nice burning highway
And there is no relief.

A sea waits upon you
But there is nothing to drink.
Drowning in eternity
Is no way to live.

A cactus that grows besides you
Is now humongous
All you can do is climb it
And run from the monsters.

They look like winged bunnies
And they eat all types of unicorns
Be they winged, small large or even whale like.

There is a common misconception
The whale like ones are not Narwhales
But rather Narwhale horns are more like a tooth or tusk.
The Uniwhales, as they are called, have real horns
For saturday night fights.
Silly Youtube.

But the monsters are scared of ponies
The won't go with in a hundred miles of one.
The ponies on my farm like carrots
But they don't like the sea
Which is why I don't have them with me.

And the car has learned how to fly
So I can escape the monsters
But then Command Control Center warns you of
Phuggles in the area and you realize you can't.

A Phuggle is a giant flying creature
That resembles nothing because
It is evil and formless.

I had a friend who tried to own one once
It was a horrible idea because
The next time I saw him he was cut up
In a box.

The real reason boxes are used
Is because monsters like Phuggles
Don't like boxes, they scare them.

And you snap back to reality
And see a Uniwhale all while
A mexican mariachi band plays
And your finger nail grows.

But all you feel is the heat
As Burger King slowly sings a song
You feel no pain. And a flying aquatic submarine
Goes quickly to space taking the Phuggles
So now you may leave with more ease.

Yet you stay
And stare out to
The sea, to see what you may see.

Slowly a uniwhale rises
As a yorkajush flees
A small wave as they
Are really small
And easy to make fun of.

It makes them angry
But Yorkajushes don't have time to care
Uniwhales ussually eat them before age 5.
That is why there small
Becuase they don't have time to grow.

And it took the old man three weeks
To run a mile here
Looking for the fountain of youth
Only to find a fountain of nothing.

Hope, slowly creeping away
As they feel the heat
A beached narwhale gives its last roar
As you realize
We still have a long way to go.

And that there is no escape
But forward.
And so you step on the beach
And see the beauty of the ocean.

You think "Never look back"
And you walk towards the ocean.
The old man is no longer with you
But the Ocean feels calm and cool
Against your feet.

He yells at you to comeback
And so does the mexican mariachi band.
But you ignore them and continue
And even Burger King stops and stares.
And suddenly the beautiful ocean takes you
And the beached narwhale.

Good Lies (aka IT'S AN EVIL VILLAIN! DROP THE SQUIRREL AND RUN!)

Within a truth there are only good lies
I know not where I may next choose to head
But we can all see through your sickly guise.



Upon a sea of truly deep, strange eyes
We have sat upon our big yellow bed
Within a truth there are only good lies.



Many a youngin do as they do well, cries
And all the tears they release are deep red
But we can all see through you sickly guise.



For all that is lost we find no great prize
But it is but a thinly woven thread
Within a truth there are only good lies.

There are many a great man that be wise
But one by one they shall all swiftly tread
But we can all see through your sickly guise.

And there are many man who may advise
But none of us wish to reach a last dead
Within a truth there are only good lies
But we can all see through your sickly guise.

Don't. Touch. My. Pizza.

How many do you have?
What have you done recently?
Don't worry, You can tell Papa State
And papa Smurf.

Why do you care!
You usless, evil hypocrite
Rat for the FBI!
Don't. Touch. Me.
You epic fool
Do we even know you.

Get away
Before I melt you
With my laser vision.
And we all now
That all you want to do
Is eat me.

So,
Don't. Touch. Me.

It's not a hard concept
You really ought to know
You scary freak.
And yes, its bad when a nerd
Like me who pretends to have
Pokemon battles with people,
Calls you a freak.

So,
Don't. Touch. This. Nerd.
Don't. Touch. This. Freak.
Don't. Touch. Me.

Just because I'm not Leader Supreme
Don't mean that you can spy on me
Play with my thought like
You are my Jedi master.

I won't bow
To your will
So go get me
A nice steaming hot
Pizza.

And,
Don't. Touch. My. Pizza.

Curses, More Donuts...

Dedicated to The Annoying People that I have to put up with.

In your dastardly death
You have no faith.
And so I willingly wish
That you may not fish.

Be it so far from sweet home
Your jaw may continually foam.
May you sleep with the stupid sinners
While all others celebrate with winners.

You may never bust a move
Or be with one you love.
May this happen fast and quickly
And may your Mom fall sickly.

May those whom you care
Take no more of my pears.
You may never eat a donut
And may everyone in America kick you in the gut.

A heavy decision

I, The man who knows.
Must let out a scream
Of anguish and deceit
In the dark of night.

I have seen no light.
All I see is
Bad poetry.
Oh noetry.

There is no way to escape the destruction
On which I am bound.
I face a dilemma
From which I must escape.

But there is no good way out
Once you have accidently entered
Where I have long since
Step foot through no fault
Of mine own.

All that now happens weighs
Heavily upon me.
To hurt some one would be horrible.
And both options cause me to hurt
Some one.

I wish not for personal gain
But rather to help two people,
But to help both is impossible.
Oh, but what is one to do?

Upon Good Things

Little people looking up
White flowers blooming up
Great suns watching over us
As the branches gently wave
And cover the people
As upon the leaves
Rest the yellow
And pink shield
Keeping off the
Beasts.

Slowly they shall reach
There full shapes
And then whither off
Into emptiness and barreness.

The Eels

The piles of rubbled trash
Falling from the sky
Landing in a dirty pile.

She looks on
At her lonely, earthly possesions
Knowing how the eels did it.

She knows all that once was
Is gone and believes that
What now is, is what should never be.

She sees only unfairness
In the world.
She wants to know
Why they came for her.
She truly was a good person
But alas no more-
The eels took her and the rest of the rubble
Last night.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening reaction

By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The reason I like this poem is because I feel as if we are all on a never ending trip. And while sometimes we may want to stop and take a break I think this poem shows that we can't always do that. That we most keep on going forward and must never give up. I think there are all times we wonder from the path and wish to just quit and give up but not only did I just sound like a priest at a mass, but we must find our way back to the path to where we were going because the worst thing a person can do is to break a promise made to another person because we are all equal. Some say this is a poem where he had been considering suicide. But I don't think so. I think he was doing something and thinking of quitting it but ultimately chose not to. I think this poem is inspirational for that reason.

MR IMONDI THREE PEICES RIGHT HERE MON MON!

The Curse
It is a store presentable enough on the outside but on the inside it is completely empty. That is because it is a store which cannot be owned. The only thing bought and sold in it is the store itself.“Where’s the items” said the man as he walked in.“There’s none, but if you give me five bucks the stores yours.” The man at the counter said, and so was the way the stores curse passed hands, money. At the time he had thought it was the best bargain he had ever made, but he didn't know what waited for him in the attic.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Honey, come on, let's bring the supplies in" he said as they walked to there newly fixed store. They had transferred it into a tool store and were bringing in power tools as it fell to the ground at the door and they tried really hard but it was like a barrier, they couldn't get it in."What's happening?" asked his wife Matilda. She was tall and beautiful with flowing red hair."I don't know" he said as he saw a dark silhouette move across the a window on the top floor slowly. "Honey, I'll be right back" he said as he walked into the store while she wore her confused face and began to follow. He slowly walked up the stairs to the top floor and as he opened the door to the attic a bright light shown in his face before it disappeared but he wonder still remained on his face."Hello?" he asked as his wife walked in to the room."What is it" asked Matilda"There was a light just a moment ago" he said the wonder on his face still remaining"Well its not here now...""BUT IT WAS!" He yelled anger now on his face"Jeez, chill. I'll wait down stairs" she said as she left and closed the door.But the door had not been closed long before he heard "Jeez, you've been very bad at this. And who names ther kid Jeez any way?""Who is that?" he asked"Your pet, but don't you know the rules?""What rules? Who are you?" he said panicked unsure if he was crazy or if it was the room speaking to him."I told you, I'm the pet. The rules are that the store must be sold, nothing else.""Who is this?""Sssshh" said the voice as he blacked out.____________________________________________________________________Jeez awoke in the morning on a cold hard wooden fence. At first he was startled by this and tried his best to get up. He saw that his sneacker and socks were gone and a quick feel through showed that his phone, iPod and house keys to were gone. This quickly awoke him with a start as he thought of his beautiful Matilda. He looked at the street signs, he was a mile from his house. It took him several minutes but he got home and found his door locked. He went around the back and broke the window as he fell through into his home. He hurried upstairs to there room and opened the door. And there she layed facedown on the bed."Matilda?" he asked as he approcahed and poked her un moving body. He then turned her over and broke down crying as he saw the blood stained night gown and bed sheet. He collasped to his knees as he the truth sank in. He would never be able to hold his dear Matildat, to whisper "I love you" after a long romantic evening again. His dear Matilda was dead. And there he kneeled crying over her bloody corpse for several hours before he was finally able to gain composure enough to call the cops. When they came an ambulance took the body away. They asked him a few questions and he explained that he had been knocked out and his phone, ipod, keys and shoes stolen. That he loved his wife and would never do it. And then they left and he tried to get some sleep but the one time he was able to get a minute's sleep he heard her voice, yelling for help from the abyss she was probably now wallowing in. It was simply to haunting so he turned on the stove to make himself some tea to calm himself down but before he got the water on the on stove he broke down crying again. And there he cried untill he fell asleep, tears still in his eyes.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------He awoke at twelve the next day to the smell of smoke. He awoke in a shock as he saw that a blaze had just surrounded him."HELP!!!!!" he screamed desperately but he knew that his abilities as a track star couldn't help him out of this one. He had just given up hope as a blast of water from a hose burst through an open window and as it met with the water steam rose up and the fire was extenguished."HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled again this time louder with new hope.``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````Out side the fireman heard his screams of desperations and burst into the building. as they sprayed down the fire working towards the dining room. Slowly but surely they were confident that they were going to make it in time. Then they saw his face. There was a look of horror and anguish on it."Hold on, we're coming" yelled one of the fireman, Chuck, as they kept on approaching, fighting the blaze as they went. They then managed to reach him and carried him out of his incedibly shaken as the cieling collasped where he had just been standing. In interviewing Jeez they learned about his wife and how the fire started. By then end of the hour the fire was gone but most of the house leveled. He resigned to walking to his store once the guys from insurance left and the firefighters left and the well wishers walked back home. The walk seemed far longer then usual for him. He had no idea what was left in his life but only that everything he had was gone. All he knew was that there was one place to go, the store and its strange light. When he reached the store he went up to the top floor and sat down and cried once more."What is wrong?" came a mysterious, comforting voice from no where."Ma-Matilda?" He asked recognizing the voice of his wife."Yes, where am I?" His beautiful wife asked"Don't worry, every thing's ok. Is any one else there?" He said"Yes, there is this strange baby here" the voice said when he realized the worse truth of all, she had been pregnant when she died."Don't worry, it's ok" He said, trying to be strong."Jeez, am I, am I dead?" asked Matilda"Yes" he said beginning to cry."Don't cry" She said, "It'll only take a step" and then he saw what she was talking about, an open window. His mind raced with the possibilities. He slowly walked over to the window. "Come on, just one step" said the voice as he looked down seeing that the drop may kill him. He began to take a step, then turned around."Animus, ostendo tui formo" said Jeez, his best attempt to say "Spirit, show yourself" in Latin, his arm out stretched."Over here" came Matilda's voice from the corner of the room. He quickly turned to face her and his child but standing there was a man in a suit."Who are you?" asked Jeez"The resident spirit" said the spirit, his voice now suave and smooth."And your name is...""Charles, Charles Smith. I was the original owner of this great establishment""But I can't sell anything in it""You can sell the store, hell you bought it for five bucks!""How did you know that?""I am the store. It is cursed so I must haunt it untill it gets sold over and over again.""And what does this haunting include?" asked Jeez"Just some really bad luck, killed the last guy's mother. That was fun" said charlesJeez then flew at him trying desperately to punch his face as his fist repeatedly went through. "You bastard! How dare you do that crap to me! What did I do to you! Hell what did we do to YOU!" Jeez yelled out in anger."The store is only sold through a specific family line, the line that exterminated mine.""Was she really-""Pregnant? Yes. There both dead and I'm loving this. The anguish of the living is great fuel for me" said charles as Jeez slowly pulled a metal pipe towards him and swung it at Charles' head and he screamed as a mighty flame consumed him and he dissapeared."Jump" came the sweetly seductive voice from within his head. He knew that there was one thing left to do. He walked towards the window as his dead wife's voice became louder and pulled out a match and lit it. Then he dropped and let it spread."No don't! Stop it! Stop it!" Came a demonically warped voice and of course he didn't stop it. And within a matter of seconds the passage ways out were blocked by flames and he calmly walked towards it knowing that he may never live again...

Zombie Story:
As John stepped outside of his house he stumbled down a few steps as he began to see the exotic noises and sounds of the world as he popped another pill into his large mouth. For some reason he had decided to take a walk, while seeing noise. As he turned down the street he saw his neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was a creepy man who could be considered a pedophile as he watched little kids walk down the street, staring intently at them. But some said it was because of his mental scarring from the Vietnam but all John knew was that he liked the man, he seemed nice enough and they could both relate to each other’s psychotic experiences although John had a best friend who was schizophrenic and had hurt himself bad enough to be given painkillers, which he was now addicted to.“Hi Mr. Johnson!” shouted John to his neighbor. And to his horror Mr. Johnson turned and faced him and as he did his skin slowly corroded away revealing horrid pieces of tissues.“Auuga, Auuga” it said as he began to dance the Thriller dance. It meant one thing…“ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!” Screamed out John as he broke into a dead run screaming and yelling for help. He felt like he was back in the war, being forced to run from the enemy with a piece of shrapnel in his arm waiting for death and giving up nearly all hope. But not this time he knew he was going to save his friends. He then saw his one hope, the voice of reason for him and his schizophrenic friend Jim, Jude. She was short and legally a midget, but preferred to be called a little person.“Jude, Jude, Jude” he said.“Yes it is?” said Jude“ZOMBIES! You got to help us!” he cried out.“And what was it last week, Werewolves. And the week before that I was a giant. And before that Vampires.” Said Jude“Yes but this is real this time!” said John“That’s what you say every time!” said Jude. “Look maybe you need sometime in lock down; you and Jim can discuss the invasion”.“Wait Jim to!” exclaimed John as they began the long dizzying walk to lock down. In actuality it wasn’t long or dizzying but Jim had run several blocks so it felt longer. Also lock down was just Jude’s basement, but it was fortified with a steel door so that Jim didn’t think that ghosts could get in. And so he escorted him down the long stairs into the lighted room as she closed the steel door. Out of a dark corner a hand touched his shoulder.“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” they both yelled as Jim’s face appeared in the shadow his red hair falling over his eyes.“I hear them man, I hear them! There everywhere!” said Jim.“I know Zombies!” said John“What do we do?” asked Jim“What we always do” said John. And so it was that a few minutes later they were banging on the door calling Jude’s name and shouting Zombies.“Yes?” she answered as everything went black for her and John and Jim lift her unconscious body and put it in lock down.“Good thinking, I love this year” said Jim“I know, 2010 has been great for our inventions.” Said John, who knew that the two of them were also small time inventors.“Come on, lets go” said Jim as they left the house.“Where to?” asked John“Center of town, village hall. They have no mind someone must be controlling them” said Jim. And so they walked around the streets of that small suburban Massachusetts white collared town. And all they saw were people transforming. Corroding skin fell every where as there friends and neighbors began thriller.“It must be air born” said John as he put his white hockey mask on and took out his Zombie destroyer weapon. And so they turned every perilous corner ready to protect themselves tooth and nail from there enemy."So how do you think?" said Jim"About what?" said John"Who do you thinks controlling them?" said Jim"Well it is obviously some one of stature, THE MAYOR!" yelled John"I hear them, there coming!" yelled Jim as they both started in a dead run down the streets. They could see the zombies getting smarter, a pair of cop zombies drove cars and a person zombie was walking a dog zombie."Its more dangerous then we thought, there are animal zombies! We have to start this before the plants become Zombies to!" said John. And so they ran even faster then there dead run, it was an extreme sprint run as they would later call it. And so they ran to the center and saw the mayor, still human, holding a button in his hand."Its just as we thought" said Jim"Lets get him" said John and so John started talking casually to him."So what do you think of zombies?" said John"There very terrifying, uh why?" asked the mayor"Oh, no reason, would you say there good soldiers for an army?" asked John"Um sure, why not?" asked the mayor"WE GOT YOU, YOU SLIME BAG!" screamed Jim wielding a knife as he popped out of the shadows and attacked the mayor leaving a cut on his arm as John withdrew his own knife."Wha-what's going on?" asked the mayor terrified."We know what you really are" said John"Look, I never killed those people. I'll give you anything you ask, leave me alone. Please." said the mayor his jacket becoming more bloody by the second."Then explain this zombie invasion!" yelled Jim"What zombies?" asked the mayor"Yours! Stop lying you cheating scumbag!" said John. The jacket was becoming more bloody and the mayor obviously noticed this as he broke out into a run, closely followed by John and Jim. For about a block they chased as the zombies doing the thriller dance ignored them. And then off came the mayors bloody arm as a corroded hand pulled it off and he screamed in pain. As the zombie of Mr. Johnson bit into his neck and released. A white light flowed from the wound to his mouth as he devoured it. His eyes slowly turned to white."Hello boys" he said, "Your horrible at this""So wait it was never the mayor..." said Jim"It was you" said John"Yep, it was easy to control your mind and bring him to me. You see I needed to absorb the energy of an intellectual to reach my prior knowledge, to restore me and to increase my power. You see boys in the human mind is the knowledge of making everything super, including zombies. But there's just one thing, in order to make me super I needed a blood relative and the mayors the only one left, he killed the rest. I had to hide to survive. I joined the military and changed my name for protection. One day soon after I was discharged I was bit in Kansas and long since then I've been manipulating peoples minds. None until now have seen my true form" and with that he became more monstrous as more skin corroded and fell and all the people whom they had thought were zombies suddenly resumed there normal forms, "Oh, and your boys are the only ones who can see me right now. Well I might well start with you" he said. And with that he leaped at them and knocked Jim to the ground as John swung at him with his knife and he dodged with great speed. Jim then got up and jammed it between his ribs as he quickly fled."Um did you ever close the door Jim?" asked John"When?" asked Jim"When we left..." said John as something clicked inside the two of them."JUDE!" they both yelled as they ran down the street towards Jude's house. They ran in the open side door to find her still asleep but tied up against a chair. They quickly ran to undo the bindings when the door suddenly closed and locked and the blinds and windows all closed."Sorry boys, my turn" said Mr. Johnson"Why? Why our friend? Why us?" said Jim"Because you were easily subjugated and I'm hungry. Not for flesh but revenge on those who caused this on me, on those who forced me into hiding. It's Armageddon NOW and I'm gonna spear head the zombie apocalypse effort. And you three shall be my first, my second, third and fourth in command." said Mr. Johnson"And if we don 't agree" said Jim"Well to bad" said Mr. Johnson"Heads up no brains!" yelled John as he through a pot at him and it smashed against as Jim grabbed a knife and stabbed him in his head as white light flowed around his body as he fell to dust."Now what?" asked Jim"Wh-what happened?" said a voice coming from the corner of the room."Jude!" they both yelled as they rushed over to untie her"Sorry, we forgot about you" said Jim"How dare you forget about me!" yelled Jude"Oh stop your fuss, your to short to be noticed. Now Jim and I are getting lunch. Are you coming?" said John and as he opened the door she followed. There were still no zombies.EpilogueJohn sat in the living room looking at his pain killers. It had been a whole week and he felt no need for it. He suddenly had a realization. He sprinted over to Jim's lock down room in Jude's house."Jim, do you hear them?" he asked hopefully"No, not all" said Jim"We're free!" cried John"Do you think it was all Mr. Johnson?" asked Jim"It probably was, I have no doubt that he wanted to make us weaker" said John"Whats going on down there?" came a voice from the top of the stairs.Jim then hearing Jude's voice ran up to the top of the stairs, John followed cautiously."Oh my god, I love you, I love you, I love you" Jim was saying repeatedly while holding Jude in a bear hug, nearly crushing her to death."Well I don't love you. Now go to your room." she said as he walked back down the stairs, looking rejected and closing the heavy door.

Parrot story continuation:
And so they picked me up and brought me into there large minivan, which I had bought for her with my money three years ago. She sat in the passenger seat with me as she continually stroked me and said "pretty bird". So I tried to put my mind around the words flowing from the radio. It was hard to get it down with this beautiful women stroking my feathers in a way that reminded me of life. And yet I was busy focusing my anger at this new guy. One bite for stealing my wife, one bite because I never bit that annoying clerk and one for exposing me to this horrible music. Luckily it was a short ride and when we got there they put on the news and put me close enough to hear it. I started to plot my revenge.It all happened roughly two weeks later when she made him feed me, "Hi stupid birdy, I'm going to turn you into dinner, so eat up" he said."Don't mess with me" I said, a phrase that I learned from tv."Oh how cute" said that horrible man"My name is talky tina, and you'd better be nice to me" I said, a phrase from Twilight Zone"You talking to me" he asked"Yes" I said"Well I never knew parrots were capable of a coherent conversation" he said as a door upstairs closed and she came down. "Honey, you'll never believe it, he's intelligent!""Well of course he is, he's my pretty birdy!" she said as she gently stroked my feathers in the wonderful way that she does. "Does Polly want a cracker?" she asked"Yes please" I said, I knew she knew that I would know this because she spent the time to teach it to me."See he's smart" she said as she gave me the cracker."But not like that, he was actually having a conversation" he said"But I never taught him how to have a conversation, I'm only up to chapter 5, 'asking politely', so see, its impossible." she said"I swear, it happened!" he said "Watch!, Who's a stupid birdy, who's a stupid-" he said taunting and goading me."How dare you, he's a smart birdy!" she said as she marched away"Well I'm going to get you" he said as he put his finger towards me"For the store clerk" I said as he walked away to lick his wound.The next day I was told how bad it was that I bit him, "Please don't do that" she said, but it didn't matter to me, he would be gone by tonight. And so it was that the night came and I undid some loose bolts in the lock and as he walked down stairs for his bathroom break in the middle of the night I pushed the cage open and flew atop of the fan. This would be my vantage point in driving him away. He walked out of the bathroom and saw my cage empty, he called my bird name as I swooped from the fan and bit him twice more taking off pieces of his finger and spitting them away."For my wife and that horrible music" I said"You-your wife?" he said nervously"Yes you wife stealer, now leave" I said blowing myself up to twice my size, he was clearly freaked out as I then swooped at him once more and he fled as I went back to my cage and went to sleep, I think burglars will be a suitable answer to why her new husband has disappeared. She taught me to say kidnappers that day so I shall continually repeat it. Hopefully he'll be so traumatized that I attacked him that they'll never be able to get an answer from him. But I think he might play along any way. So basically, I'm awesome and crazy wife stealer is not. Enough said.

Journeys End

Tree of branching might
With the cool breeze
It gently sways.

Its nice soft branches
Full of life
As the chattering birds
Sing there beautiful songs
And the breath of the air
Tastes sweet in my mouth
And the muddy ground
Blesses my shoes
As the critters of nature
Run with the Breeze.

The green grass
And blank trees bless the land
As steel fence and human field
Scar it.

In the distance,
A blue tower,
Tall and mighty stands
Stil and strong.

Mud adorns many
Who see outside
As a curse,
Not a blessing
And upon this hill
I can see the full yard.

The cars of today adorn
The cold hard cement.
And the Breeze gracefully blows
And reminds me of nature's beauty.

The beauty of being.
The bottom of this hill
Has me looking up
And I see the beauty
Of us.
Of two children in a playground.
Of two lovers on a swing set.
And as I step upon
Dead leaves, I see
What is.
I see
what isn't.
I see
What should never be.

As not all journeys
End as they begin.
Nor do they end as we stand
Upon cliffs with one way to go.
No, sometimes we are forgetten.
And as I reach my Journey's End
I know that I have already been.

Leprechaun story

“Freeze!” cried the young man, “Give me your pots of gold!”
“But sir, that’s all we have” said the leprechaun who was clad in green and red. He knew if the man was to press him at this party he’d have to give up his pots and in this recession it meant certain death as his gold was magical and sustaining his life force.
“Give me it, or I’ll slow tear your stomach out and make you watch me turn it into a shoe, you fairy!” yelled the man
“Hi, I’m Jolly, son of the spirit Melkor, you are?” the leprechaun asked trying to change the subject.
“How dare you mention the name of that horrible creature!” he cried sending a table flying at him as he ducked. “Trickster, give me your gold!”
“But I’m not a trickster-”
“AGAINST THE POINT!” he screamed. He calmed down for a second and said “ok, where is it?”
“Tell me your name first”
“Freangopel son of Frenomer”
“Very well Freangopel son of Frenomer, follow me” said Jolly son of Melkor as they walked out of the wooden cabin the leprechaun had been residing in and walked into the dark creepy woods. It was nearing midnight. At midnight Jolly stopped walking and walked into some shrubs.
“Jolly! Help! I am lost!” cried Freangopel. And when no answer came he cried out “Some one, any one, any thing help me! I am sorry for my greed and have been punished justly! Please, something guides me!” he cried out in one final attempt to escape as he saw a bright light just outside of a swamp. He then walked towards the light and into the marsh never to be seen or heard from again. And over the years several legends have emerged, some say it never happened. Some say the light was a will o wisp and he was lost forever. Some say it was a demon, possibly a servant of Melkor, out to kill him. Some say it was an angel who took him up. And still others say that he is still in those woods, wondering looking for a way out. For a way to redeem himself as disembodied spirit continually searching for his way out.

The Curse

It is a store presentable enough on the outside but on the inside it is completely empty. That is because it is a store which cannot be owned. The only thing bought and sold in it is the store itself.



“Where’s the items” said the man as he walked in.



“There’s none, but if you give me five bucks the stores yours.” The man at the counter said, and so was the way the stores curse passed hands, money. At the time he had thought it was the best bargain he had ever made, but he didn't know what waited for him in the attic.



------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Honey, come on, let's bring the supplies in" he said as they walked to there newly fixed store. They had transferred it into a tool store and were bringing in power tools as it fell to the ground at the door and they tried really hard but it was like a barrier, they couldn't get it in.


"What's happening?" asked his wife Matilda. She was tall and beautiful with flowing red hair.


"I don't know" he said as he saw a dark silhouette move across the a window on the top floor slowly. "Honey, I'll be right back" he said as he walked into the store while she wore her confused face and began to follow. He slowly walked up the stairs to the top floor and as he opened the door to the attic a bright light shown in his face before it disappeared but he wonder still remained on his face.


"Hello?" he asked as his wife walked in to the room.


"What is it" asked Matilda


"There was a light just a moment ago" he said the wonder on his face still remaining


"Well its not here now..."


"BUT IT WAS!" He yelled anger now on his face


"Jeez, chill. I'll wait down stairs" she said as she left and closed the door.


But the door had not been closed long before he heard "Jeez, you've been very bad at this. And who names ther kid Jeez any way?"


"Who is that?" he asked


"Your pet, but don't you know the rules?"


"What rules? Who are you?" he said panicked unsure if he was crazy or if it was the room speaking to him.


"I told you, I'm the pet. The rules are that the store must be sold, nothing else."


"Who is this?"


"Sssshh" said the voice as he blacked out.


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Jeez awoke in the morning on a cold hard wooden fence. At first he was startled by this and tried his best to get up. He saw that his sneacker and socks were gone and a quick feel through showed that his phone, iPod and house keys to were gone. This quickly awoke him with a start as he thought of his beautiful Matilda. He looked at the street signs, he was a mile from his house. It took him several minutes but he got home and found his door locked. He went around the back and broke the window as he fell through into his home. He hurried upstairs to there room and opened the door. And there she layed facedown on the bed.


"Matilda?" he asked as he approcahed and poked her un moving body. He then turned her over and broke down crying as he saw the blood stained night gown and bed sheet. He collasped to his knees as he the truth sank in. He would never be able to hold his dear Matildat, to whisper "I love you" after a long romantic evening again. His dear Matilda was dead. And there he kneeled crying over her bloody corpse for several hours before he was finally able to gain composure enough to call the cops. When they came an ambulance took the body away. They asked him a few questions and he explained that he had been knocked out and his phone, ipod, keys and shoes stolen. That he loved his wife and would never do it. And then they left and he tried to get some sleep but the one time he was able to get a minute's sleep he heard her voice, yelling for help from the abyss she was probably now wallowing in. It was simply to haunting so he turned on the stove to make himself some tea to calm himself down but before he got the water on the on stove he broke down crying again. And there he cried untill he fell asleep, tears still in his eyes.

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He awoke at twelve the next day to the smell of smoke. He awoke in a shock as he saw that a blaze had just surrounded him.

"HELP!!!!!" he screamed desperately but he knew that his abilities as a track star couldn't help him out of this one. He had just given up hope as a blast of water from a hose burst through an open window and as it met with the water steam rose up and the fire was extenguished.

"HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled again this time louder with new hope.

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Out side the fireman heard his screams of desperations and burst into the building. as they sprayed down the fire working towards the dining room. Slowly but surely they were confident that they were going to make it in time. Then they saw his face. There was a look of horror and anguish on it.

"Hold on, we're coming" yelled one of the fireman, Chuck, as they kept on approaching, fighting the blaze as they went. They then managed to reach him and carried him out of his incedibly shaken as the cieling collasped where he had just been standing. In interviewing Jeez they learned about his wife and how the fire started. By then end of the hour the fire was gone but most of the house leveled. He resigned to walking to his store once the guys from insurance left and the firefighters left and the well wishers walked back home. The walk seemed far longer then usual for him. He had no idea what was left in his life but only that everything he had was gone. All he knew was that there was one place to go, the store and its strange light. When he reached the store he went up to the top floor and sat down and cried once more.

"What is wrong?" came a mysterious, comforting voice from no where.

"Ma-Matilda?" He asked recognizing the voice of his wife.

"Yes, where am I?" His beautiful wife asked

"Don't worry, every thing's ok. Is any one else there?" He said

"Yes, there is this strange baby here" the voice said when he realized the worse truth of all, she had been pregnant when she died.

"Don't worry, it's ok" He said, trying to be strong.

"Jeez, am I, am I dead?" asked Matilda

"Yes" he said beginning to cry.

"Don't cry" She said, "It'll only take a step" and then he saw what she was talking about, an open window. His mind raced with the possibilities. He slowly walked over to the window. "Come on, just one step" said the voice as he looked down seeing that the drop may kill him. He began to take a step, then turned around.

"Animus, ostendo tui formo" said Jeez, his best attempt to say "Spirit, show yourself" in Latin, his arm out stretched.
"Over here" came Matilda's voice from the corner of the room. He quickly turned to face her and his child but standing there was a man in a suit.
"Who are you?" asked Jeez
"The resident spirit" said the spirit, his voice now suave and smooth.
"And your name is..."
"Charles, Charles Smith. I was the original owner of this great establishment"
"But I can't sell anything in it"
"You can sell the store, hell you bought it for five bucks!"
"How did you know that?"
"I am the store. It is cursed so I must haunt it untill it gets sold over and over again."
"And what does this haunting include?" asked Jeez
"Just some really bad luck, killed the last guy's mother. That was fun" said charles
Jeez then flew at him trying desperately to punch his face as his fist repeatedly went through. "You bastard! How dare you do that crap to me! What did I do to you! Hell what did we do to YOU!" Jeez yelled out in anger.
"The store is only sold through a specific family line, the line that exterminated mine."
"Was she really-"
"Pregnant? Yes. There both dead and I'm loving this. The anguish of the living is great fuel for me" said charles as Jeez slowly pulled a metal pipe towards him and swung it at Charles' head and he screamed as a mighty flame consumed him and he dissapeared.
"Jump" came the sweetly seductive voice from within his head. He knew that there was one thing left to do. He walked towards the window as his dead wife's voice became louder and pulled out a match and lit it. Then he dropped and let it spread.
"No don't! Stop it! Stop it!" Came a demonically warped voice and of course he didn't stop it. And within a matter of seconds the passage ways out were blocked by flames and he calmly walked towards it knowing that he may never live again...

store description

It is a shining white store three stories high, decked out in the best armor that money can buy. On top of a metallic shield read a sign: Legends! We sell armor, stores, pies, people and ancient dreams! Ten cents the whole lot! One could say legends is like a black market to the past where one could buy the past armor and ideas. Do you want to play Bethoven? Just drink a can of Bethoven soda! Maybe be awesome as Sparticus! Drink his delicious soft drink. Want love? We have an ancient soft drink formula for that to! Running out of ideas? Have a lost dreams soda and become enlightened in what some great genius thought but was never recognized because he was poor, and take credit for it! We have every aisle filled with these affordable, helpful soft drinks, all three stories of it! Wealth awaits you for ten cents, so hurry up because every can is unique!

“Can I have some love” asked the ugly three hundred pound girl.
“Sure, it is only ten cents. And while you’re at it, special sale on inspirational quotes. Nine cents only today!”
“Sure!” see said as she walked out. Sucker. She then ran back in ten minutes later, “You need to help me, there’s a horde of creepers who are following me!” she yelled.
“Sorry no refunds, you agreed to the contract when you walked in and read the sign on the front door” he said, glad he had taken the no love drink that morning as she walked away discouraged, but he bought twenty cents of armor to protect herself. It was twenty cents because it is hard to find them in that size.


It is a store presentable enough on the outside but on the inside it is completely empty. That is because it is a store which cannot be owned. The only thing bought and sold in it is the store itself.

“Where’s the items” said the man as he walked in.
“There’s none, but if you give me five bucks the stores you.” The man at the counter said, and so was the way the stores curse passed hands, money.

Silly Poet(poem)

Silly poet,
Did you really think the stars stopped burning,
When you closed your eyes to sleep?

When they are amongst us so high,
My silly friend, when was the last time
We ventured beyond the light,
So bright.

I remember leaving our stars,
For the world so far.
The darkness' eternal spotlight
Of the burning of five hundred stars.

Silly poet,
Where did you think that burning light
Came from?

Silly poet,
Let me venture with you together,
Into the stars so bright,
Lighting our eternal night.

Silly poet,
My friend untill the end,
You may be a silly one,
But you sure are a catch,
My silly friend.

The Game

Charles had just spayed the dragon of Vildaron, fought past his way to the magical lands of the west, beaten the evil lord Gath and had just saved the princess, her name was Diane, a beautiful woman in her early twenties who rebelled by dying her hair purple. They had just spent a week long journey and just gotten back to the castle when she nervously invited him inside for some tea. He accepted delightfully and sat down at the pre prepared table, as if he was expected… it had never happened before but after saving 12 princesses, with a record of 100% and no casualties or fake saves, spaying 22 dragons, a humane way to mild them down and keeping the population at a minimum and killing 2 dark overlords, he surely had a reputation by now. That is what he thought as he sat down for his last cup of tea at proper castle tea time.
It went down like this:
“Would you like some tea?” she had asked
“I would. Thank you.” He said in reply
“Careful. It’s hot.”
“I usually prefer iced tea.” He said because of his KNOWN deathly allergy to hot tea
“Mmm. I don’t have any.” She said indifferently taking a sip of hers
“Maybe I can put ice in this tea.”
“But that’s what I’m saying—I don’t have any cubes.” She said, her hand on his leg as he finally realized what she was.
“Sorry.” He said drawing out his sword as her head flew off as both head and body retook there original shape of Dark Lord Gath’s loyal lieutenant, Lieutenant Moriaster. He finally understood what had happened; he had only saved 11 princesses and as he barged pass a door he had saw that a “do not disturb” sign was put up as he wondered what the attendants were thinking, he then assembled a strike team to see if it was true, was she really dead. That is what they found when they returned to the cave. A set of dead bones, the princesses, Gath’s was being eaten by vultures, no longer beautiful as he had been in life. Upon seeing this, the whole party broke down and cried, evil had just broken the rules and nothing would be the same as suddenly he felt a tight pain in his chest and he dropped, and one of the leaders turned into the Dark Lord Gath, having deceived Charles and then slipped hot tea into his mouth as he slept nodded to his man, leaving Charles, the princess and the imposter for the vultures as the still beautiful and dashing Lord Gath set his sights on the world, knowing he was going to make a game with one rule, don't lose and if you do lose, just don't lose.

Response to Lorrie Moore

In "How to Become a Writer" by Lorrie Moore she shows that when one writes you strike out many times. In order to write you have to not truly know what it is that you are writing. Writing is meant to be subjective, at least in poetry. In a short story there's supposed to be a line that the story follows, its called a plot. But there is to be no clear cut meaning to what you are writing. I'll be honest, I forget what 90% of my poetry is about but I think I do a decent job making it something that can be interpreted. I've had it interpreted to mean that I was deep or had serious issues, all in the same poem. I think what she was saying was just that. Writing is an obscure art with NO clear lines. I think she is saying that for us to succeed at learning that art we must fail and fail at it. I remember all through out middle school I was told I had the tools to be a good writer but just wasn't using them properly. I remember in ninth grade when I found what I percieve as a voice in my poetry, half inspired by Lynyrd Skynyrd (For those who now it, it is the poem I call "The Breeze"). I think what was being said is that others may hate your writing but then you will eventually find your voice either by accident, coincidence or inspiration. I think the second thing was that you won't make much money untill after you die. So often are great voices unheard of untill after they die, like Emily Dickinson's. There are many great writers who don't get the attention they desrve and the writing eventually takes over your life. But this is because its fun, fun to see inspiration in every speck of dust, every grain of wood, every eye (another refrence to a poem of mine).

parrot story continuation!

And so they picked me up and brought me into there large minivan, which I had bought for her with my money three years ago. She sat in the passenger seat with me as she continually stroked me and said "pretty bird". So I tried to put my mind around the words flowing from the radio. It was hard to get it down with this beautiful women stroking my feathers in a way that reminded me of life. And yet I was busy focusing my anger at this new guy. One bite for stealing my wife, one bite because I never bit that annoying clerk and one for exposing me to this horrible music. Luckily it was a short ride and when we got there they put on the news and put me close enough to hear it. I started to plot my revenge.





It all happened roughly two weeks later when she made him feed me, "Hi stupid birdy, I'm going to turn you into dinner, so eat up" he said.


"Don't mess with me" I said, a phrase that I learned from tv.


"Oh how cute" said that horrible man


"My name is talky tina, and you'd better be nice to me" I said, a phrase from Twilight Zone


"You talking to me" he asked


"Yes" I said


"Well I never knew parrots were capable of a coherent conversation" he said as a door upstairs closed and she came down. "Honey, you'll never believe it, he's intelligent!"


"Well of course he is, he's my pretty birdy!" she said as she gently stroked my feathers in the wonderful way that she does. "Does Polly want a cracker?" she asked


"Yes please" I said, I knew she knew that I would know this because she spent the time to teach it to me.


"See he's smart" she said as she gave me the cracker.


"But not like that, he was actually having a conversation" he said


"But I never taught him how to have a conversation, I'm only up to chapter 5, 'asking politely', so see, its impossible." she said


"I swear, it happened!" he said "Watch!, Who's a stupid birdy, who's a stupid-" he said taunting and goading me.


"How dare you, he's a smart birdy!" she said as she marched away


"Well I'm going to get you" he said as he put his finger towards me


"For the store clerk" I said as he walked away to lick his wound.





The next day I was told how bad it was that I bit him, "Please don't do that" she said, but it didn't matter to me, he would be gone by tonight. And so it was that the night came and I undid some loose bolts in the lock and as he walked down stairs for his bathroom break in the middle of the night I pushed the cage open and flew atop of the fan. This would be my vantage point in driving him away. He walked out of the bathroom and saw my cage empty, he called my bird name as I swooped from the fan and bit him twice more taking off pieces of his finger and spitting them away.


"For my wife and that horrible music" I said


"You-your wife?" he said nervously


"Yes you wife stealer, now leave" I said blowing myself up to twice my size, he was clearly freaked out as I then swooped at him once more and he fled as I went back to my cage and went to sleep, I think burglars will be a suitable answer to why her new husband has disappeared. She taught me to say kidnappers that day so I shall continually repeat it. Hopefully he'll be so traumatized that I attacked him that they'll never be able to get an answer from him. But I think he might play along any way. So basically, I'm awesome and crazy wife stealer is not. Enough said.

First draft of Zombie Story

As John stepped outside of his house he stumbled down a few steps as he began to see the exotic noises and sounds of the world as he popped another pill into his large mouth. For some reason he had decided to take a walk, while seeing noise. As he turned down the street he saw his neighbor, Mr. Johnson. Mr. Johnson was a creepy man who could be considered a pedophile as he watched little kids walk down the street, staring intently at them. But some said it was because of his mental scarring from the Vietnam but all John knew was that he liked the man, he seemed nice enough and they could both relate to each other’s psychotic experiences although John had a best friend who was schizophrenic and had hurt himself bad enough to be given painkillers, which he was now addicted to.
“Hi Mr. Johnson!” shouted John to his neighbor. And to his horror Mr. Johnson turned and faced him and as he did his skin slowly corroded away revealing horrid pieces of tissues.
“Auuga, Auuga” it said as he began to dance the Thriller dance. It meant one thing…
“ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!!!” Screamed out John as he broke into a dead run screaming and yelling for help. He felt like he was back in the war, being forced to run from the enemy with a piece of shrapnel in his arm waiting for death and giving up nearly all hope. But not this time he knew he was going to save his friends. He then saw his one hope, the voice of reason for him and his schizophrenic friend Jim, Jude. She was short and legally a midget, but preferred to be called a little person.
“Jude, Jude, Jude” he said.
“Yes it is?” said Jude
“ZOMBIES! You got to help us!” he cried out.
“And what was it last week, Werewolves. And the week before that I was a giant. And before that Vampires.” Said Jude
“Yes but this is real this time!” said John
“That’s what you say every time!” said Jude. “Look maybe you need sometime in lock down; you and Jim can discuss the invasion”.
“Wait Jim to!” exclaimed John as they began the long dizzying walk to lock down. In actuality it wasn’t long or dizzying but Jim had run several blocks so it felt longer. Also lock down was just Jude’s basement, but it was fortified with a steel door so that Jim didn’t think that ghosts could get in. And so he escorted him down the long stairs into the lighted room as she closed the steel door. Out of a dark corner a hand touched his shoulder.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” they both yelled as Jim’s face appeared in the shadow his red hair falling over his eyes.
“I hear them man, I hear them! There everywhere!” said Jim.
“I know Zombies!” said John
“What do we do?” asked Jim
“What we always do” said John. And so it was that a few minutes later they were banging on the door calling Jude’s name and shouting Zombies.
“Yes?” she answered as everything went black for her and John and Jim lift her unconscious body and put it in lock down.
“Good thinking, I love this year” said Jim
“I know, 2010 has been great for our inventions.” Said John, who knew that the two of them were also small time inventors.
“Come on, lets go” said Jim as they left the house.
“Where to?” asked John
“Center of town, village hall. They have no mind someone must be controlling them” said Jim. And so they walked around the streets of that small suburban Massachusetts white collared town. And all they saw were people transforming. Corroding skin fell every where as there friends and neighbors began thriller.
“It must be air born” said John as he put his white hockey mask on and took out his Zombie destroyer weapon. And so they turned every perilous corner ready to protect themselves tooth and nail from there enemy.

"So how do you think?" said Jim

"About what?" said John

"Who do you thinks controlling them?" said Jim

"Well it is obviously some one of stature, THE MAYOR!" yelled John

"I hear them, there coming!" yelled Jim as they both started in a dead run down the streets. They could see the zombies getting smarter, a pair of cop zombies drove cars and a person zombie was walking a dog zombie.

"Its more dangerous then we thought, there are animal zombies! We have to start this before the plants become Zombies to!" said John. And so they ran even faster then there dead run, it was an extreme sprint run as they would later call it. And so they ran to the center and saw the mayor, still human, holding a button in his hand.

"Its just as we thought" said Jim

"Lets get him" said John and so John started talking casually to him.

"So what do you think of zombies?" said John

"There very terrifying, uh why?" asked the mayor

"Oh, no reason, would you say there good soldiers for an army?" asked John

"Um sure, why not?" asked the mayor

"WE GOT YOU, YOU SLIME BAG!" screamed Jim wielding a knife as he popped out of the shadows and attacked the mayor leaving a cut on his arm as John withdrew his own knife.

"Wha-what's going on?" asked the mayor terrified.

"We know what you really are" said John

"Look, I never killed those people. I'll give you anything you ask, leave me alone. Please." said the mayor his jacket becoming more bloody by the second.

"Then explain this zombie invasion!" yelled Jim

"What zombies?" asked the mayor

"Yours! Stop lying you cheating scumbag!" said John. The jacket was becoming more bloody and the mayor obviously noticed this as he broke out into a run, closely followed by John and Jim. For about a block they chased as the zombies doing the thriller dance ignored them. And then off came the mayors bloody arm as a corroded hand pulled it off and he screamed in pain. As the zombie of Mr. Johnson bit into his neck and released. A white light flowed from the wound to his mouth as he devoured it. His eyes slowly turned to white.

"Hello boys" he said, "Your horrible at this"

"So wait it was never the mayor..." said Jim

"It was you" said John

"Yep, it was easy to control your mind and bring him to me. You see I needed to absorb the energy of an intellectual to reach my prior knowledge, to restore me and to increase my power. You see boys in the human mind is the knowledge of making everything super, including zombies. But there's just one thing, in order to make me super I needed a blood relative and the mayors the only one left, he killed the rest. I had to hide to survive. I joined the military and changed my name for protection. One day soon after I was discharged I was bit in Kansas and long since then I've been manipulating peoples minds. None until now have seen my true form" and with that he became more monstrous as more skin corroded and fell and all the people whom they had thought were zombies suddenly resumed there normal forms, "Oh, and your boys are the only ones who can see me right now. Well I might well start with you" he said. And with that he leaped at them and knocked Jim to the ground as John swung at him with his knife and he dodged with great speed. Jim then got up and jammed it between his ribs as he quickly fled.

"Um did you ever close the door Jim?" asked John

"When?" asked Jim

"When we left..." said John as something clicked inside the two of them.

"JUDE!" they both yelled as they ran down the street towards Jude's house. They ran in the open side door to find her still asleep but tied up against a chair. They quickly ran to undo the bindings when the door suddenly closed and locked and the blinds and windows all closed.

"Sorry boys, my turn" said Mr. Johnson

"Why? Why our friend? Why us?" said Jim

"Because you were easily subjugated and I'm hungry. Not for flesh but revenge on those who caused this on me, on those who forced me into hiding. It's Armageddon NOW and I'm gonna spear head the zombie apocalypse effort. And you three shall be my first, my second, third and fourth in command." said Mr. Johnson

"And if we don 't agree" said Jim

"Well to bad" said Mr. Johnson

"Heads up no brains!" yelled John as he through a pot at him and it smashed against as Jim grabbed a knife and stabbed him in his head as white light flowed around his body as he fell to dust.

"Now what?" asked Jim

"Wh-what happened?" said a voice coming from the corner of the room.

"Jude!" they both yelled as they rushed over to untie her
"Sorry, we forgot about you" said Jim
"How dare you forget about me!" yelled Jude
"Oh stop your fuss, your to short to be noticed. Now Jim and I are getting lunch. Are you coming?" said John and as he opened the door she followed. There were still no zombies.

Epilogue

John sat in the living room looking at his pain killers. It had been a whole week and he felt no need for it. He suddenly had a realization. He sprinted over to Jim's lock down room in Jude's house.
"Jim, do you hear them?" he asked hopefully
"No, not all" said Jim
"We're free!" cried John
"Do you think it was all Mr. Johnson?" asked Jim
"It probably was, I have no doubt that he wanted to make us weaker" said John
"Whats going on down there?" came a voice from the top of the stairs.
Jim then hearing Jude's voice ran up to the top of the stairs, John followed cautiously.
"Oh my god, I love you, I love you, I love you" Jim was saying repeatedly while holding Jude in a bear hug, nearly crushing her to death.
"Well I don't love you. Now go to your room." she said as he walked back down the stairs, looking rejected and closing the heavy door.

zombie story

As John staggered out of the house he felt like he was soaring through a hundred different colors. And as he looked down the street he saw Mr. Johnson.
“Hey Mr. Johnson!” he yelled but as Mr. Johnson turned to presumably return it all John saw was a decaying face morphing and warping. It was a zombie invasion. And as soon as he saw it he ran down the street, screaming and yelling for help.
“What is it?” asked his friend Jude. She was short and pretty but of midget status with shoulder length brown hair.
“Zombie invasion! You have to believe me!” said John.
“Are you high?” asked Jude
“Well yeah, but old Mr. Johnson down the block-” but he was cut off.
“So your high?”
“Yeah, but-”
“Look you have to sober up with Jim.” And so it was that they took the seemingly long and dazed walk to Jim’s house, in actuality it was a hundred feet. As soon as they entered John was thrown into the basement and Jude left.
“Zombies man! Zombies-” yelled Jim.
“I know man! We need to get help!” yelled John
“But how?!” yelled Jim. Then it dawned on them.
“JUDE! JUDE! JUDE! HELP! ZOMBIES!” they screamed and knocked loudly on the door until Jude let them out.
“You guys really need to sober up” she said before letting out a scream as a decaying hand dragged her off.
“Jude!” they both yelled as they went to follow her grabbing kitchen knifes. As they turned the corner they saw Mr. Johnson’s zombie holding her hostage, gun to her head.
“auuga, auuga!” it said.
“What is it saying?” Jim asked
“I think it wants a donut” said John
“You have one?” asked Jim
“Yes but its mine!” said John
“You want to save her?” asked Jim
“Yes” said John
“Then we have to make sacrifices!” he yelled throwing it from the shadows at its head.
“auuga, auuga” came from the shadows.
“Now what?” asked Jim
“Let’s kill it” said John
And they both popped out of the shadows yelling “abra cadabra, I hate zombies go away!” they said as he fell to the ground.
“You guys saved my life, thank you!” yelled Jude as she hugged them both.
“No need to hug us, this is just what zombie hunters do every day” said Jim
“But he was kidnapping me not eating me and that donut was hard and made him distracted when it hit his head and then I shot HIM” said Jude
“What ever you have to tell yourself Jude” said John as he and Jim proceeded to go upstairs.
“Ok, I guess I’ll file the police report” yelled Jude after them a little mad that they left her behind. And she wondered, “How do we explain them high and convinced there’s a zombie invasion to the cops and any one else who may come?”

Intro

One day there was a person, and that person did not live on a farm in North Dakota, or on an evil baby stealing farms either. That person wore a grey hat, and usually t-shirts of bands or guitars. That person was Michael Hand brother of Thomas, Son of... Yaddi yaddi yadda the time for all of that boring stuff is later. I am the type of person who normal CW can't handle, the type only ADVANCED can. And so I'm here and it shall be amusing for all of us, including my poetry and crazy short stories that you shain't even think of following. If i had to choose a type, it would be poetry and my favorite poet is Bob Dylan, despite the fact alot of people don't like him but you can't mess with the lyrics to "All Along the Watchtower". I also enjoy Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, CSN, no pop people, and some other guys like George Harrison and Aerosmith and Skynyrd etc. I think I should experiment with stories that are actually well writen. I dislike "romantic" long walks in parks and on beaches and stories that are completely romance or just have no plot at all(Twilight) and I don't want to write any of those. I like to read fiction books of all types. So now time for the fun stuff, if I was to create something I'd give everyone the super power to give Billy Reavy the super power of fire hydrant control, this way no one could mess with him. Well any ways I'd rather get the super power to blow things up, so you try to do something and bam I blew up your pie and your crying and I'm happy eating my pie AND cake laughing. I do real stupid things at times and if you don't like it then I have succeded. If you do like it, then your my new best friend, end of story. Not really, I probably won't like you all at first, so prove me wrong. And please don't ask me what my poems are about, half the times I forget myself.
Thank you for your completely divided attention,
Mike, who's here, not on his bike.