“You are... now eligible. I guess...” “Oh hey dad, what do you mean?” I asked, confused. I was sitting on my desk, studying for an exam, when suddenly, my father came in. “Eligible, for what exactly?” “President of the World.” “What are you talking about dad? Are you drunk again?” I sighed. “I signed you up, for President of the World, it’s a new form of selecting a leader.” My dad replied, he was somehow, rather quiet. “In what dimension?, dad, there’s no such thing as ‘President of the World,’ what are you even talking about? I’m 17” “They changed the age limit to 17+, so I thought, if I signed you up.. well...” he paused. “Well what? You weren’t thinking right?..you probably signed me up for some child trafficking website, please dad, stop drinking so much..” I grumbled, knowing that I slightly hurt him. “Show me the website you ‘signed’ me up to.” I gestured for the laptop. He gave it to me, slightly uneasy. It was a very flashy website. It read: ‘Sign yourself up for the President of the WORLD.’ “Stupid scams..” I mumbled. It then showed a list of contestants. There was different people that had entered, but there was one person at the top of the list. ‘Chad Stone.’ That was my name... “DAD. what Did you DO.” “What did I do?” He said coughing. “I GOT SELECTED. THEY’RE GONNA KIDNAP ME.” “No son YOU got selected for the President of the Wor-“ “DAD..FOR THE LAST TIME, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE PRESIDENT OF THE-“ Suddenly there was a bang on my door. “What was that..” I said cautiously. “You stay here, I’ll go check.” My dad left closing the door. I listened through the walls, there were two men. “We are here for Chad Stone, are you him?” One man said, his voice was deep. “He is my son, what is this regarding?” My dad asked, holding a cough. “Congratulations, He is the new President of the World..” Oh boy....

The tiger was trying to eat the deer but the deer kicked the tiger in the face and flew away with warm wings. The deer 🦌 jumped up and down and pooped on the tigers swollen face. He survived that fateful night. The tiger ran after the floating deer. And the deer flew on. The tiger soon got tired and sat down, rubbing the stinky poo of his face. His prey is gone, but he still has this. As for the deer. He flew to Santa 🎅 and became part of the pack as dasher the dashing deer. Good day.

It was there. The Human. His bold eyes directed on his prey, moving along with it, with me. I didn’t know what to do, I’m always safe with my mother. But I am mature now, I have grown. From a bony, fleshless creature, I am now a meaty delight for it, for him. His tall, lean body, avoiding the dry leafs and bushy paths to avoid my notice. But I run, pushing hard as my four legs could carry me. Suddenly a loud banging voice showered the forest, the birds flew away in sake of their life. He has the killing machine with him. I run faster, he yells a sharp word at me. The bang booms over the plane once more. Suddenly a sharp pain injects my ribs, it has hit me. My eyes become faint, my life is over when it has only just begun. “The kids will sure love this.” Is all I hear until, Silence.

Today was the day, today I am a new person, today I will change. “Happy birthday love,” mother whispered, covering her trembling voice. She had entered my room. “Y-you ready? I tried to whisper back to comfort her but I had a brick stuck in my throat. I should’ve comforted her, but I didn’t. I was deafened by the banging on the door, my ears playing a high pitched note. They came. They killed her, my mother. She dropped, lifeless on the ground. They took me, I didn’t cry or scream. I just moved with them, just like last time. They took me to a home, just like that one. One year, one day, my whole life changes. “Love! Dinner is ready!” My new mother shouted from the kitchen. Yesterday was that day, I became a new person, yesterday I changed.

I like the beach, it’s so beautiful and bright at day, the water glistening from the reflections of sunlight. It’s quiet and nostalgic at night, crickets chirping, the waves blindly crashing onto the sand, slowly pulling back. I went there at night, the beach, knowing I was going to peacefully lay there on the cool sand, it wrapping me in its infinite arms. That’s not what happened. It was there, the man, he was big, overwhelming. He was walking with might, carrying something, someone. There she was, lifeless, her cold purple hands, dragging a trail in the sand. Her face covered in blonde thick hair. She didn’t know the man was a psycho. She didn’t know her life would end today, she was in her late twenties, young yet seemingly independent. The man, placed her body on the sand. His face ragged and tired. She must of put up a fight. Slowly he immersed her, her face slowly disappearing into the almost infinite space of the Ocean. The sand under her, sliding her deeper in, taking her, until she was gone. I don’t like the beach, it’s hot and loud at day, the sand stinging your feet every step you take, telling you to turn around. It’s dark and gloomy at night, the sand wraps its infinite arms around you, taking you, just like it took her.