Don’t walk home alone… for it follows at night. It even lingers out of sight. “What is it?” You may ask. Eyes wide open yet the path ahead is dark and blight.
The cobble roads and winding path are an obstacle not for the weak; those who even wimper… their futures are bleak. Find a buddy, find a pal, find even the closest sign for sale- anything to hide yourself from what lingers in the streets wh...
It’s bright light glimmers on the morning dew
Rising from the ground in the east
And making its way up to the sky,
Saying hello to all those below.
“Good morning” echo the birds
And the plants and the bugs
As darkness had cast its shadow during the night
When gloom can rears its ugly head.
The sun disappears at night,
But all those below know to look east,
Especially the flo...
“Look, I didn’t ask to be picked. None of us did.” I was being hurried into the spaceship with the others. It was likely the last time I was going to see Earth.
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I was sitting in class, filling in bubbles monotonously as I was taking the quiz with everyone else. The plastic chair was digging into my back and the bright lights were buzzin...
I look out the door
And it’s there no more.
What could it be?
Someone’s here for me.
Its lurking in the trees
Or maybe it’s in the peas;
It knocks at night
Giving me much fright.
Could it be a bear?
Or just the air?
I sit and stare
Calm and in prayer.
I begin to prepare
If it dares,
And I dredge
With my hand on knife’s edge....
I’d been in the cave for 5 months, maybe 6. Time was almost lost on me, but I kept mark by tallying the sunrises each day on the wall with a piece of rubble I took with me the day of the crash. My ship had gone down and I was the only survivor.
My spaceship had malfunctioned as I was on my way across a dimension and sent me and my copilot into a planet I had not yet seen before. Buried in the de...
Blue waves fill the horizon
Choppy and harsh
Sharks lurking everywhere.
They swim amongst us
As we stay afloat… location unknown.
We set sail in the morning-
Which morning? It evades me.
The sun sets and returns
Just to taunt us as it makes it way home.
The scorching heat beams its heavy rays
While the waves rip open fresh wounds.
Salt burns our eyes.
The sail, once upright...
The little pond sits out west
In a plot of land where the sun always shines;
Hot and humid, but that’s the best.
The little pond invites all-
Small, tall, wide, or thin-
Bugs and birds everywhere- it’s a ball!
The sun sets and the water becomes still
While eyes close and nests become full.
“Just another day at the pond,” say the blue gill....