The men chasing us, were they really men or some type of mutation of the capitol?Me and Topal knew that there was only one place the monsters could be chasing us too, only one place they knew they could end us. They were chasing us to Milo Falls the deepest, tallest and deadliest of water falls. The falls that have so much trauma, nightmares, and happy memories attached to it. The one named after our dead mother. When we finally get to the falls I know there is only one way to save our lives. I grab my sister's hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump.

Same world as the hunger games

Against the stone wall of the cave, a scraping talon sounds. It’s happening again. The giant eagle human legs, eyes of ocean blue. The creature that reminds me of doom. Now I hear it shouting, now what is it saying. My name, shit how does it know my name? Now the earth is shaking. And my dream into a reality with the blue eyes staring into my soul. Alicia get up. My worst nightmare has awoken my manipulative father. Or as me and my brother like to say, our father monster.

“The prettiest of pretty” “Perfect as can be” Oh sweetie That’s not what I see No I’m not perfect All I see are the mistakes The 2s on my report card The 1s on the way I may be stereotypically “pretty” But I’m just a girl with pretty makeup at the end of the day I got third in the state But 3 is not equal to number 1 I may have worn a dress and flat ironed hair But no I’m not perfect Because I didn’t get in first 1 is always being fought over Whether a pageant, school, a competition, or a sport The first spot is the only one with a trophy All the losers get is the winners pity People think I’m pretty Some may even say I fall in the category of perfect, but what all this bullshit is is really fucking poison.

The sparks in his eyes, The waves in his hair He’s prettier than other guys, And oh my god his stare

I know he’s my professor But forbidden love exists His lessons so pure When he’s teaching my happiness persists

Certruse, in a deep deep sleep for 2 weeks. 14 days no one has spoke to her. 336 hours and nobody realized she was gone, except one person. The prince of the kingdom of miredore. Miredore was in the smaller side of things most people new everyone, but Certruse was very secretive, emotional, and fragile. She fell in love with the prince but insisted on keeping it a secret. Keeping that secret meant hiding their rings, hiding their hickeys, hiding everything that has any signs toward a relationship. Certruse’s mother had never been a great person but this time was one of the worsts. Not only had she kept Certruse captive in the basement. She kept Certruse in a deep sleep only awakened with a true love kiss. Now her mother was being witty with that one because to all she knew Certruse had never made any friends let along a love. She had no clue what the prince had in stores for her. When the prince showed up at the house of Certruse and her mother, her mother was very confused as why someone of such high royalty would be at her small shed of a house. She stared, looking him up and down waiting for an explanation, when nothing was to be said she shut the door. Yes, that’s right she slammed the door on royalty. The prince opened it right back up and walked in with no words, none at all. He walked through the house starting with the main floor and all the closets. However, while searching through these closets he came across the door to the basement. He ran down the stairs as certruses mother had no words he found where his love had been these past weeks. He gave her a deep passionate kiss, at first she didn’t budge, not one bit. After a few seconds she propped up with a gasp of air and said the famous legendary words: “How long have I been asleep? It must be close to a thousand years.”

Based off a true story

 Staring my grandfather in the eyes. looking at his face, well the half that wasn’t paralyzed. My grandfather mutters something under the short amount of breath that was left. Everyone looked over, wondering what he needed this time. My mother held his hand right, supporting him through wording it together. 
 “Ice cream sandwich” was what he said. Ice cream sandwich was my grandfathers 100th birthday present. No one was really shocked ice cream sandwiches had always been his favorite but it’s hard to eat something like that with only half a face. We cut up one of his favorite ice cream sandwiches for my grandma to feed to him as his breath shortened more and more. And by the time the ice cream was gone, he was gone too.

Day 946, sailing across the world in search for the boogie man. Today, is the day, I just know it. The day I will find the man in my childhood trauma, and my adult nightmares. The man no one believes exists, man of nightmares, darkness, and everything that would ruin a perfectly sunny day. The boogie man is not a myth to me, the boogie man is my reality, well to be specific, my father. Yes, I know. That’s the type of story that a first grader would tell their class and all the older kids would laugh at their lies. For me this was real. And it was going to happen today. I was going to see my father, for the first time in 23 years. I was sitting on the front of my boat staring into the moon’s reflection on the water. Watching the ticks on my watch getting closer to midnight. Disappointed, as another day has gone by and I have still not seen my father. Suddenly, there is no more reflection of the moon. I look up there’s no moon at all. No moon, no stars, no light. I feel like someone’s watching me, something’s listening, something’s there. I’m sure of it. It could only be one thing. The boogie man.

The planet that’s left out The planet that doesn’t count The planet on the outer edge The planet Standing on the ledge

The planet that is my home With beautiful skies of chrome All that people see is the outsider They really need to think brighter

Orbit shaped as oval The smallest of the small Planet of all woman, people believe it’s noman But that’s not true at all

Scrolling on bumble. just a usual night. All these beautiful people, bumble bees are what they are, harmless, bright, and friendly. I come across an interesting profile, a man, a tall, large, mysterious man. A man with tattoos, a roughly shaven beard, a couple crooked teeth, and a motor cycle with a name. At first I think left like absolutely not I don’t want to deal with a wasp. But I decide to give him a try, I look further into his profile. I find that he’s divorced with 3 cute kids, a dog and has played the violin since he was six. Although this man isn’t any stereotypical perfect bumble bee he’s definitely not a wasp.

Staring at the ceiling Attempting to free my thoughts Watching the wallpaper peeling My brain feels as covered in lines and dots Not being able to think clearly With all these scribbles in my head The cold dark room making me feel chilly Feeling lonely and lead Lead specifically to nowhere Nowhere not at all Until I take a big gasp of air And have officially made my call