Thursday, October 30, 2014
The night was cold as a touch of spooky settled on the land, The wind carried the bats with its whispers, All of the pumpkins on the streets had died hours before three, Lose candy was being taken by the night creatures, Which we all know that they would prefer a fresh body, Rather than this sweet chemical treat, The orange had faded and the black remained, As all the little witches lay in their bed, Dreaming of the happy things, Forgetting about the scary things, But never to wake again. My favorite Halloween treats are Twix (I love Twix), the popcorn balls, suckers, m&m’s , Hershey’s milk chocolate bars, and sometimes starburst. I cant really think of the best one I have ever received; however, I do know all of the ones I absolutely hate and the reasons why. I absolutely hate kit-kats because one day I opened a kit-kat and there were maggot things in there, it was beyond gross. I didn’t eat it I just threw it in the trash and from then on I have refused to eat kit-kats, I have a good reason too. Snickers are nasty as well. I opened one and took a bite and it tasted old like really old. Some candy’s that I don’t really care for are gopstopers, laffy taffy, sweet tarts, and jelly bellies. 1 large egg 2 cups pickle juice 4 stalks of celery 1 rotten tomato 2 tablespoons onion salt 1 ½ cup old eggnog 2 ¾ cup of old potato chips (any flavor) This potion would get you out of school for the next week.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
I’m looking in. Seeing the stained blue walls, Of a kitchen. Outdated. To the left of the kitchen, Lay a body of a man On the rotting floor. Motionless, dead. Just like the air that settled Around me. Everything about this Scene looks wrong, The blood pooling out. Covering the floor. Red. I got this feeling as if I shouldn’t be here, But my feet wouldn’t move My eyes wouldn’t budge. I’m always watching, Always waiting for Something Guess this was it. The crickets started to chirp As the sun descended As it watched me Looking in to the dreary house. I heard the humming of a lullaby far behind me, I turned around quickly And saw it standing far way, I couldn’t make out exactly who or what It was, but I knew it was there And I knew I was next.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
The water rolled over the rocks and the wind flowed through the trees. There was a faint melody playing, not caring who hears its lustful noise. There was the breaking and crunching of a man that longed for this melody. He was empty inside, he wanted to die until this melody filled his void. He had walked for hours till he came to a waterfall and to his surprise there was a golden harp playing softly by the waters edge. With the harp brought him comfort in his dieing hours, for which he had poisoned himself for seeing no reason to live any longer. He sat by the harp and his vision started to fade as he thought of how cold it was to die. So its true, he thought, its really true. And he faded from this world.