It’s impossibly ugly this sweater, But I wear it each week, no matter the weather. Glasses and braces, but I'm like "whatever" "It's not like any of this is gonna be forever."
I walk through the front door, I feel my heart racing I try to walk straight, nobody I'll be facing Melinda says, "Hey, braceface with the ugly sweater!" "Is that from a dump?" But I just say "Whatever."
Then I walk away from the bully and her friends I've learned not to care, while others she offends She's hot, spoiled, and rotten, but please, if you see her, Don't care what she says, just sarcastically say, "Sure..."
"....whatever, I don't care," because you just shouldn't She's she, you're you, and react I just couldn't.
“Who’s there?” Selena called into the distance.
In the distance, she could see a woman in a black dress, which flowed down her body as she took small but commanding steps. Her head was concealed with a white cloth, suitcase in her right hand. The distinctive female figure stood out against the forest, shrouded in thick, fresh fog and pine trees that looked like they had been over-trimmed.
But the woman didn’t answer.
“Hello?” Selena called again.
The woman stopped walking and just stood there for three seconds. Then she turned her head in Selena’s direction. Her entire head was concealed by the white draping cloth, not a single facial detail visible from afar.
Except her glowing red eyes.
Suddenly, the woman started running towards Selena like a zombie. Selena, horrified, took off running in fear. She ran as fast as her legs could take her without turning into de facto rubber.
She ran around trees and navigated through the fog back to where she had parked her RV. Her first instincts were to hide behind the RV, out of the sight of the mysterious woman who was chasing after her.
Selena found herself on the ground, on her knees. She peeked out from behind her RV. It looked at first glance as if she had lost the woman; all that Selena could see around her was the foggy forest of pine trees, not a single human being in sight.
Until she noticed a shadow over her head. She turned around to see the woman’s red eyes, underneath the white cloth, up close.
“Surprise!” the woman hissed in a zombie-like voice. Then she sunk her teeth into Selena’s shoulder.
Screams echoed through the forest. But it was too late for Selena, as her body began to convulse.
I ain't proud of bein' a social introvert But... I... figure... just one drunk night ha ha ha ha of fun can't hurt There's no shame in being young and getting drunk just once I get tipsy under the lights and dunce hats One more drink and I begin to lose my shit I yelled your names out loud "MAX! BRENDA! JULIA!" As I do it I get up on the table, I can't control my arms and my legs as they move around I'm dancin' drunk, I'm dancin' drunk, I'll die dancin' here I'll dance all night
I tell my body just do it La la La La la blood alcohol And then give me another glass of beer I'll dance while I'm drunk 'till I vomit Or wait and see if I pass out I bet my moves will attract the ladies right here I tell my body just do it La la La La la blood alcohol I moan and flail as I go beserk tonight I don't caaaaaaaare la la la Whatever, whatever they think I just want fun, even ifffffffff my dancin'
Isn't a pretty sight
“I’ll send someone back for you once I reach China,” Sunhee whispered, careful in case they were being spied on.
That was all she promised as she turned around to open the door and walk into the frigid night of Hyesan, North Korea. The ground was concealed with white, powdery snow and ice; a sort of winter wonderland that deeply contrasted symbolically with the communist dictatorship hellhole that was North Korea.
She suddenly stopped and turned around to hug her parents. She wished they didn’t have to part ways like this; but her mother Sanghee and her father Tae-ho had to stay and care for Sunhee’s sick grandmother.
Sunhee could feel the tears rolling down her face as she embraced them, uncertain whether it would be for the last time. “I must go,” she whispered as she turned to walk out the door.
“Be careful out there,” Tae-ho warned her.
The dog ran into the backyard As the stars lit up the sky He saw a shadowy figure The dog waved and said "Hi!"
The figure turned toward him Its eyes glaring red A dark voice said, "Who goes there?" He walked out from the shed
"Let's play! Let's play!" The dog exclaimed As he started to run The black figure with white stripes said, "So you wanna have some fun?"
He lifted his tail and sprayed A foul, green-glowing gunk The dog ran away into the night As he yelled, "Screw you, skunk!"
With the night comes darkness, but also stars. With pain comes joy, but also scars. With dreams come obstacles, but also lessons. With life comes sugar, but also lemons.
With the sun comes clouds, but also rain. With growth comes failure, but also gain. With loss comes anguish, but also scars. With the night comes darkness, but also stars.
I wish I didn't have to be here.
I struggled with all my might as the tentacles pulled me down into the trash pile below, ready to swallow me whole right then and there.
I had been volunteering at the landfill for almost a week now. It's not like I had a choice; I had had several misdemeanours and two felony convictions. "Now get a life," I remember the officer's last words when I left prison to finish my sentence with community service. I ended up choosing... this.
All around the landfill, there was nothing but big white and black plastic bags, creating a disgusting, patterned, and dull mound that smelt horribly of decomposing organic matter, chemicals, spoiled milk, excrement, and just about every other unpleasant odour you could think of.
Every single day I could feel my nose being invaded like a foreign army invading a peaceful country. I pulled my trusty bandana over my mouth and nose; it was far from the first time I had used it to block out the unpleasant smell.
It wasn't pleasant, but I still pulled through - until one day it turned deadly for me. "Randy, what the hell is this hissing noise?" I asked my coworker who was sorting through garbage bags not too far from me.
He walked over to my side. Then, right at that moment, there was what sounded like squirming and boiling water or melting plastic. I looked down at the garbage pile and noticed a green liquid leaking from one of the garbage bags, then some tentacles rising out of the garbage, like an undead octopus.
Before I could react, the tentacles shot up out of the ground, wrapping around my neck and legs and squeezing them like a stress ball. I grabbed the tentacles, trying to pry them loose from my neck in a desperate attempt to free myself and clear my airway, but to no avail.
Suddenly, I was yanked up off the ground, head facing the sky. As the tentacles began to pull my body down towards the pile of garbage below, I could feel the pressure on my neck and legs, my head starting to become dizzy and my body beginning to weaken.
I looked over at Randy. "Randy, help," I barely managed to choke the words out. But Randy just stood there, grinning.
"So long, Jordan," he remained motionless.
I thought about all of the crimes I had committed. From that time I shoplifted to the time I assaulted an old man and committed fraud. And all of the trouble I had caused my family and the people my crimes had affected.
As I saw the world around me go black, I wished I wasn't at that landfill. I wished I could start over.
I wanted more money For me and my honey So we could be more wealthy And we could eat more healthy
Food is too pricey to buy And so that’s exactly why I crave a better situation To keep up with inflation
One week it was $1 more Then the next, another four Goddamn bananas and meat! Why can’t life just be more sweet?
Last month I made $5004 Now I made one thousand more But my rent was once two thousand… Yikes! Now it’s at three thousand!
Financial freedom is out of reach. Goddammit.
