By Dalton Apel
"Imagine that your high school or college has been overrun with zombies. Your math professor, the cafeteria ladies, and even your best friend have all joined the walking dead. Flesh out a plan to avoid the zombies, including where you’d hide and the top-five things you’d bring to stay alive." (250 words or less)
Oh, great! You guys made it to base!
You’d ask why you’re here in this place.
Something terrible went,
That’s why in this tent,
Allow me to explain my case.
In class, I am working on math,
When tragedy happens to Kath.
The zombified look!
Well, that’s when I’m shook:
She’s now an undead psychopath.
I dodge to the side near Pat,
Then I grab his old baseball bat.
Kath has lunged onto Hal.
(I’m sorry, good pal.)
I dash for the classroom door stat.
Oh yikes! A zombie, I squeal.
Bonk! It’s his credit card I steal.
‘Cause I need it for food.
What had he to be chewed?
7.6 billion meals.
Off to the nurse’s I go,
For first aid is what I must stow.
She objects to the cause,
I hurriedly pause,
And give her ten bucks as free dough.
The chemistry lab is next door
I come in and hear a gross roar.
Mr. Hemmingsen’s lost!
But a lit match I’ve tossed,
The rest for some warmth, now in store.
And then the thought hits me at last:
My keys! I’m stuck here now! Blast!
I fumble around,
In my pocket, they’re sound.
Phew! I left my high school fast.
That’s how I traveled afar.
Hey officer, you’ve a weird scar…
Uh oh. He’s blue.
He’s a zombie too!
Quickly, friends, get in my car!
By Ren Warren
October 2019 Submission of the Month!
."Look at the casket," pleaded the corpse, who stood beside the mourners.
"Look at the coffin, empty and black," He said just outside the borders.
"I am beside you, rotten, forgotten, not filling that empty grave."
But nobody looked, and nobody heard the corpse go on his rave.
"And, oh, what a waste!" Barked the corpse, who stood around the mourners.
"To bury the coffin, empty and black," He said just outside the borders.
"Call off the funeral, bleak and meek, with barley a soul to see!"
But nobody looked and nobody listened. The corpse, again, he'd plea.
"Look at my body!" pleaded the corpse, who stood far apart from the mourners.
"Not so rotten, not so forgotten!" He said so far from the boarders.
"I cannot live broken, unspoken, and gleefully feeding the crows!"
But nobody saw, and nobody heard. To the grave the empty casket goes.
By Makaelin Rae
like I'm underwater,
letting the breath out
water seeping in.
Maybe this is the end
I know I shouldn't
but I cause too much pain.
My thoughts are scattered
I can't grasp a hold of the reign.
I don't know what to do,
Although I say I have someone to turn to.
I'm not trying to scare you
but I need help.
There she goes again,
Sometimes I wonder who got her into such a boring pastime.
She throws her pole, and waits
When she finally catches one she’s filled with euphoria
Satisfaction, confidence, and enjoyment
But, then she proceeds to do what she always does
She throws the fish back
Letting is swim away, along with the short-lived feeling
With her feeling gone she continues, as if nothing did
She casts her pole yet again
Never catching enough
Nothing can fill that void
Until finally, she gives up, just to come back another time
Hoping for the one catch that is never to come
What I hope for her, is that she finds a different pastime,
Something better than fishing
By Maddie Kort
I shield myself from the rapid rain that you toss upon me.
The rain used to gently crash,
Now it harshly pelts against me.
My skin burns.
It burns in the rain that I feel.
Living inside this skin I once felt home in.
This now familiar place has grown cold while the flames arise.
How can this be possible?
I screech in pain as marks are carefully drawn across my soul.
I die slowly, but that’s what you wanted.
So your rain will pelt me no longer.
I will open up my clear umbrella.
And although it may not shield me from each and every drop.
It will remove some of the pain.
Or so I had hoped.
I can see,
I can see through my clear umbrella.
Although the rain may not be getting to me,
I can see it all.
I watch below and you drum yourselves against me.
I watch your words,
With accuracy to perfection,
Hit my clear umbrella.
And it hurts.
Why are you inflicting pain upon my tortured soul?
What did I do?
What do I do?
What happens now?
I cannot get another umbrella, I am left with my clear one,
But my trusty shield is diminishing,
So I brave on past my troubles and sorrows.
I no longer care if my umbrella is clear.
It just allows me to see how strong I am,
What could be getting to me,
I walk down this never-ending road,
I am alive.
The truth is that I have no idea what I am doing with my life,
What gives you the right to take that away from me, sir?
You have no right to hold me the way you want to
I will never hold you that way, and everyone will hear what you did
You terrify me, and you will never understand what I mean,
“I love you” are just words until you give them meaning, but you did not
Will you ever?
You will never gain my trust You may think you have,
But I will never give that away again.
You are my everything
But my last hope at anything in the world
You were my truth, but you will never see that….
I promise you.
I am not transitioning to kill her.
I love her, I know her, I am her.
She is my entire history and childhood,
She'll always be with me.
I need to express him and allow his freedom.
He is my present and future.
He needs to be the exterior expression in the world.
The image, of what I look like, needs to match with what I see in the mirror.
I am the same person.
Regardless of she or he, I am ME.
Don't tell me that you understand,
Don't tell me that you know,
Don't tell me that I will survive,
how I will surely grow.
Don't tell me this is just a phase,
That I am truly blessed,
That I am chosen for this gender,
Apart from all the rest.
Don't come at me with answers,
That can only come from me,
Don't tell me this phase will pass...
That I shall soon be filled with answers.
Don't stand in biased judgment
Of the bombs, I have to untie,
Don't tell me how to suffer,
And don't tell me how to cry.
My life filled with selfishness,
My pain is all I see,
But I need you, I need your acceptance.
Accept me through this time of change,
I need someone to hold me,
Someone to let me be me,
Someone to let me cry,
And say, "My friend, I accept your decision."
Mama didn't raise a girl wanting to be a boy,
She raised a boy with the wrong parts,
That's who she raised.
A boy who was born as a girl.
A boy wrapped in pink, dressed in pink, grew up in pink.
Now this boy is tearing off the pink clothes and wallpapers and blankets and dying them blue like the boy who has been shoved inside the pink body.
I'm sorry mama I couldn't be the pink bundle of joy you always prayed for. But this boy wrapped in pink is no longer. I am a boy who will dress in blue, wrap up in blew, grow up more and live in blue.
My sweet darkness invades my soul
Loving others and destroying me
Becoming the goal of the whole
She knocks me to my bloody knees
I am clean like the rickety old house
She must fulfill those nasty needs
I am willing to be the honorable louse
She ignores my living seeds
She has my honor and love
I own her nightly cries till morning comes
I would love her like a baby and a dove
In her eyes, I stay in the slums
Her touch of corruption is never attained
My sadness is given no relief
The spirit is completely drained
My time here will be brief