my gothic short story

Alone on a craggy cliff stood the forbidden ways of Green Bank Manor. The air was hot, and it’s still dark and damp from the morning rain. People around here should be used to this humid, drowsy valley, since it’s been like this for the past six months. The very short and depressing past six months.
Lovely eighteen-year-old Vanessa Fairchild, alone in the world, arrived at Green Bank Manor. She’s been waiting on Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter for almost three hours now. Finally, he arrived, with a bag of something in his hands.
“Did you do it? You was supposed to be here and done over three hours ago!” exclaimed Vanessa”
“Yes, yes the deed is done. It took me so long because I had to cover my tracks, and also hide all the evidence. Remember this is only my first time.”
"As is mine too. Well I’m sorry. I get so nervous when I have to wait on you. At least now we won’t have any detraction so that we can finally be happy together.”
Well, that’s how she thought it would be. Actually, it did go like that in the beginning, but then people started talking. And Vanessa heard them.
Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter often departed in the middle of the night. More and more Vanessa started to notice, and the more she noticed the more paranoid she became. She started to have thoughts like ’maybe he’s having an affair’ or ‘maybe someone found out the plan.’ she leaned more toward the affair thoughts.
“Oh, if I ever find out that he is with another woman, that will be his last day.” she told herself that often. She knew that she had to do something about it and the sooner the better.
One night the grave digger in the church yard in the village near Green Bank Manor dug up an object which he gave to Vanessa. Along with that object, he gave her some specific directions.
“Make sure you do this on Friday the 13th of November or it won’t work out as planed.”
She had to prepare fast; she only had three weeks to get everything in place. She reread the directions over and over and over again, just to make sure that she wasn’t forgetting anything. She seemed to be so far gone that she didn’t even have 2nd thoughts. Her heart was getting the best of her.
Finally, November 13th arrived. The plan is going good so far, she got him to stay home and she cooked him a big dinner. She was to act as if everything was perfectly fine; it seemed to be working.
“Why don’t I go pour us some wine?” she asked right on cue.
She brought the two glasses of already poured wine, making sure she remembered which one was his. After he gulped the whole glass of wine down, she smirked at him. Thinking to herself, “I got you now, Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter.” He started to open his mouth to say something, but his head bounced off the table before he could utter a single word.
The next step wasn’t as easy. She ran down to the building in the side yard and grabbed the three gallons of gas and headed back to the manor. She got done with emptying the gas all inside the manor, but then she just stood there for a second, let the match, and watched it hit the ground. Whoosh! The huge manor went up in flames.
She stood there, admiring her precious work of art; then she dialed 911.
“Please help! My house caught on fire… Yes; I think my husband was still in there. Oh god, just please hurry!”

THE DREAM

Alone on a craggy cliff stood the forbidden walls of Green Bank Manor. This place used to be filled with an abundance of gardens and lively souls. It was a popular resort for newlyweds. One afternoon it changed forever; a wife had walked in on her husband fooling around with the wife of the master of Green Bank. The wife was furious, she slaughtered them both. Knowing she now had nothing left she hung herself. No one has visited the Manor in over twenty years.
Lovely eighteen-year-old Vanessa Fairchild, alone in the world, arrived at Green Bank Manor. The rain hadn’t stopped all day. She got off of the boat and made her way up the cement stairs that lead to the manor. The walk took forever; she arrived at the manor and dropped all her things at the door. She banged the door knocker over and over until someone finally came to the door. Finally the master opened the door. He asked why she had come to the Manor; she told him how she had lost her family in a tragic car accident and had no where else to go, and how someone explained she could find a sanctuary here. He ushered in the sopping wet child. They sat and talked about where she was from and he told her about the house and what it used to be and why no one came around. He told her she was free to stay as long as she pleased. Months and months went by, the Master and Vanessa became very close.
Sir Wedgewood Ledbetter, master of Green Bank Manor, often departed in the middle of the night. At first the girl didn’t bother asking why. She became curious after a while so she decided to follow them one night. The night was November 13th; it was cold, dark, and storming. She followed the men into the village; they were headed for the graveyard. They arrived at their destination and stood there not speaking to one another at all. After about an hour they left to return home. Vanessa hid while they walked past, then once they were out of sight; she went to see what tombstone they had been visiting. It was the Master’s wife’s tombstone. The next morning Vanessa decided to ask the Master why he went out. He was honest and told her everything.
“I know my wife wasn’t the honest woman in the world but I miss her…that’s not the reason I have been visiting her though. See Vanessa my wife didn’t just sleep with that one boy, I always knew there were more but didn’t believe it was so serious. The other week I got a call, apparently one of the men she had been having an affair with came to her funeral. He had placed a priceless necklace in her casket. The man needs it back because he is in massive debt so I told him I would get it for him. It has just been so very hard for me to go. I’m so very sorry for worrying you Vanessa.” The Master said.
“I understand well since it is so hard for you I will do it; ill talk to the grave digger tonight and arrange everything.” Vanessa said.
The Master pleaded, “No you can’t what if something goes wrong, I’m sure that graveyard is filled with curses and all sorts of horrible things, I don’t want to put you at risk darling.”
Vanessa hesitantly agreed. “Ok fine I won’t.”
Vanessa went down to the grave yard to speak with the gravedigger, she knew The Master needed the jewels and she wasn’t scared of any curses so they made the plans anyways.
The next night the grave digger in the church yard in the village near Green Bank Manor brought back the priceless necklace to Vanessa. She was so excited. she went straight up to the Masters room to tell him the good news. She rushed in, but found no one. Then thunder broke the silence, rain began to poor in an open window. She rushed over to shut it. She looked out and saw the master running to the grave yard. Vanessa rushed out of the house to see what was wrong.
Vanessa finally arrived at the tombstone, but no one was there, the master had simply vanished. She headed back to the Manor to see if maybe he had already returned. She arrived at the Manor to find the doors were locked. She banged and yelled but no answer. She sat down on the porch and waited, she dozes off. A bright light wakes Vanessa, it’s her mother who had opened some curtains she woke up and looked around. It was all a dream, the Manor, the grave digger, and everything!
Finally, November 13th arrived it was Vanessa’s 18th birthday. By now the dream was long forgotten. All of her relatives came to see her, she was so happy. She sat around and caught up with everyone then went to open presents, it didn’t take long since they were mostly cards filled with money, which was perfectly fine with Vanessa.
Suddenly just as she finished reciting the last card, her Uncle Tom came in with a small box. He said this gift was very special; it had been passed down from generation to generation. She opened the box and saw a beautiful necklace; it didn’t take her long at all to realize it was the necklace from her dream.

NATURE
By Katelyn Dyson

The gardener sits pondering,
Wondering why his machine won’t work
He tugs and tugs
Nothing he does can get it to budge
His wife fetches a screwdriver and a ratchet
Twisting and turning, still nothing
The gardener sits pondering
Up strikes an argument,
It concerns visiting a loved one
He complains he’s busy
His wife says stay,
Stay; work even though it could be her last day.
The gardener sits pondering
He begins to speak
When interrupted by a loud screech and squeal
The gardener is relived and continues to work.

Fears
By Katelyn Dyson
(From the poem "When I Have Fears" by John Keats)

When I have fears that you may never love me
Before the day I become numb
Before I no longer continue to breathe
I want and need that chance to come
When I behold, upon the couple walking by feeling great
Seeing how oblivious they are to what’s going on
And think that nothing will cause them to separate
Oh I can only wish that love to be own.
And when I feel down I search for you
I look for that beautiful smile and know I
Never again will need to find someone new
Because, I have found mine,
You complete me and make me love,
Without you I shall end life and leave for the world above.

US
By Katelyn Dyson

I'm sitting in class trying to think of somethingThinking about anything just to keep me from thinking of us
I try to ignore the pain that's caused by our loveThe pain of us being apartI wish I knew what to do with you
I can't explain why I can't let go of youHopefully we will figure out somethingMy heart can't take staying apart
I want to be with you, alone, just us
All alone, loving the moment, loving being together
I can't believe I have found you love
This must be true love
I'm so glad that I have you
I hope we last forever, forever togetherI just thought of us
And what it would be like if we were apart
How hard life would be apart
I couldn't live without our loveI couldn't survive without staying an "us"
I couldn't continue without youWe have to come up with somethingSo that we can stay together
It's great were together
It's great were no longer falling apart
I don't know why it is, but something
Makes me yurn for our love
Wait, what if I can't always be with you
What if it doesn't work with us?
I wonder what's next with us.
Will we really stay together?
Will my heart always belong to you?
Will we eventually fall apart?
What's going to happen to our love?
Could something possibly seperate us?
I hope to stay with you though, to keep us safe
I'll think of something to keep us together always
Nothing will tear us apart, our live shall stay strong.

WAKING UP WITH YOU
By Katelyn Dyson
(from the poem "when I have fears" by John Keats )

Your hands rush open the curtainsYour finger tips strain to them upThe sudden spark of sunlight blinds me'neath the covers I hide my tired faceI roll around ad far as the wall will allowI turn back, your golden from the sunlight that surrounds youWe begin getting ready; you put on your favorite shirtYou turn to excite me with a kiss, it's warm and tastes sweetWe walk out the door and down the deep set of stairsLike bats out of hell we race to the car,We both smash into the sideThe moment is like no other it's endless, like our love.I clasp your hand to my heart and tell you it's yours.

the loom (Day 11 - an object)

Warped some years ago
The loom sits,
Waiting patiently
For the weaver to return,
Beckoning me from
My place of unreality,
Inviting me to enter back
Into the realm of my dreams.

Day 10 - Good Friday

Good Friday



“Were you there when they crucified my Lord?”

The tears fell
Intermingled with the rain
The girl on her knees
Pain pouring
From her eyes
The thunder crashed
Lightning ripped across the sky
As the veil was torn
And the way became clear.

“Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble…”

When i have fears

When I have fears that wish to bring me down
Before I can get the nerves to tell thee
A’fore the great multitude of people shown
Quietly I speak thy name and wake from dream

When I behold myself in the dizzy light
Shaking with the fear, I come walking to you
And think that I can no longer stand upright
Knees knocking, hagg’red breath drawn in I speak my piece

The Bee poem

I was out here writing POETRY
When I was struck by a BEE
It happened while I was sitting under a TREE
Oh crap! Another BEE
I was just a sitting to see what I could SEE
Ouch! Another Bee
I tried to think to of a word with a daring D
Dang nab it! Another BEE
No clouds I the sky as far as the eye could SEE
Crud! Another BEE
Now for a word with a with powerful P
Oh man! Another bee
Smash!!! I got that bee
Do you want to see

Euphonious Harmony

Whoosh!!!
In the prismatic display of glory.
Angelic wings Spread wide,
She entices….
Faith
In pleasing exhilaration.
That beauteous energy,
Whose sight is welcomed,
To the eye.

The United States

Rocky….
King of the Mountain

To Balls bluff Easter Island

Beware
Of the
Killer
Jellyfish

Incredibly well equipped

The Sausage Guy
ate leftovers on the run

Imagine maligned, devilish and silky smooth

What Happens in Vegas
stays.

typewriter

i walk in for the first
time since i left that day
dust still on the letters.
i've wanted so badly to
feel them beneath my fingers.
To type a paper, a sentence,
or just a word.
i try to remember why
i ran away in the first place,
why i left everything i loved behind;
my family.
my nice warm bed.
and my typewriter.

PAD1

It starts from birth,
The labels, stereotypes, and categories.
It starts from birth.

When born
You are given a name.

When you get to Elementary School,
You gain a nickname.

When you enter Jr. High,
You take your middle name as your first.

When you drag yourself into High School,
You get labeled like a can.

Prep
Goth
Emo
Jock

It goes on.
And on.

No way to stop it,
You are labled.
You are given a name,
A group.

It all starts at birth,
You can’t choose
What people call you.
You can’t choose
What people think of you.

It doesn’t end at death.
You can’t choose what name they put on the tombstone.
You can’t choose what THEY
Describe you as.

It all starts at birth,
It doesn’t even end at death.

hey look snow

Hey Look Snow

Small white flurries…….. SNOW!
They won’t last long you know,
Frigid on skin.
Enduring out there in my shirt,

I look up toward the skies,
And to my surprise
It comes and pelts me in the eyes
It stings at first,
But only a little.

I open my mouth to quench my thirst,
And then that flurry burst,
Just stopped……….
To be continued……but probably not

Two months later, on down the road.
Down I went, a splattered toad
I skimmed the ice
My common sense would not suffice,
I tried to adjust but to no avail.

There I fell,
I went down fast,
And busted my “face.”
My dog ran off, I just stayed.
Nursing my behind, who had seen more gracious days.

Lifting myself up cursing,
The small white flurries of snow.
Reminding myself,
They won’t last long you know.

finally

He’s dead,
Finally.
This place,
On he horse,
Finally.
The others did
Help me, but no one
Has to know that

I have this hatchet,
Yeah they have
More weapons,
More people
But I can reach
Right down and
Grab the dead guys
Guns and sword.

The horse is ready
To start running
On my signal,
After just a few
Swipes across their
Necks, and just a
Little jump on
To the horse.

And then I’ll be
Home free.
Finally.

Unless,
They catch can on to
My plan first.

Iron Angel

This iron-clad giant
Rusty and wrapped in filth
Tired of living this lie
So he spreads his wings, and
Lifts his hands in surrender
Iron Angel

Woman - Ekphrastic Poem

Woman -

Who is this woman?
Clad in silk and finery,
With an icy blue stare.

She is a thief’s flame.
Clad in stolen gold and lace.
In a hidden safe-house.

She is a duke’s child.
Clad in the fruits of his labor.
Without worry or want.

She is a schoolmarm.
Clad in a hand-me-down dress.
An altruistic soul.

She is a woman,
Clad in silk and finery,
With an icy blue stare.



Hayden Russell

Socrates's Demise

"This is an outrage, an
Abomination", cries the man.
"Refusing to recognize the Gods
Recognized by the state, and how
Dare they accuse me of corrupting the youth!
Slave, retrieve the hemlock poison,
The drink of death, my fate.
Yes, bring it here to me.
Those of you who gather here in mourning
Watch as I taint my body, mouth, throat
With this ungodly substance"

Community

The marketplace is fresh with life.
Food's aplenty, as well as smiles.
Children play, mothers gossip, fathers bargain.
So many stories to tell.
But yet, isn't there only really one.

The Tree

The tree flies with grace.
Leaves blow like a fresh new hope.
The moon smiles on it.

Victory

France is ours again.
The mass of bodies pile up.
Blood litters the ground.

Tyrants are now dead,
says the steaming, putrid air.
Our flag waves proudly.

I see a friend dead.
For freedom is never free.
But it's worth the price.

Dirty poems Day 7

People looked at her sideways
As if she were something a little queer
When she happily confessed her fondness for dirt,
Bewilderment registering in their eyes
That she, a molder of minds, was
Impassioned by the feel, the smell, the possibilities of soil.

It seemed to make the men uncomfortable
That she asked to go fishing with them
Or volunteered to help mend the asphalt
Or contribute to the masonry of the house.

They weren’t sure if they should humor her
Or just pretend like it never happened
And simply hope she went back to tasks
More appropriate for her sex
Than those of cultivating life, nourishing souls,
Mending the broken, and building a home.

ME

Down in Flordia
Only children themselves
they made a child
in the room where
the pool table sits

On the Outside Looking In

all the secrets now revealed
I see now
what could have been
on the outside
looking in

I see you with her
a child in your arms
a smile on your face

I should have never let you go
but i thought it was for the best

I see now
i was wrong
on the outside
looking in

The problem with you and me

The probelm with you and me is that your a liar.
you tell me that you love me.
who else do you use that charm on
Haley?
Brandy?
Hannah?
When I'm away from you
your unfaithful
I don't wanna be the girl
you run to when she cheating on you
So do me a favor
and don't come back
when you see these tears
fall

(April 2nd Prompt - outsider)

“You ain’t from ‘round cher, is ya?”

Because I can speak it but don’t
Because I got roots in the shore but grow in the hills
Because I’ve been around the world and will go again

No, I ain’t from ‘round cher,
But my heart calls this place home.

(Day 1 Prompt - Origins)

They celebrated that year
In a lone star state
Without kin, pines, or the smell of the sea

Landlady on rooftop
Armed with shotgun
Popping off armadillos,
Daddy launching arrows
At unsuspecting
Raiding omnivores.
Mama laughing at Pandy herding cattle
And wondering which alien soil
They would be led to next

The scent of skunk in the air,
The fire of jalapeños on the breath
The call of coyotes in the clear December night

And I was there,
A quiet secret,
Waiting patiently within.

Untitled

I will lift you
up on wings like eagles, angels.
I will carry you above
the turbulent, hateful, evil waters
the world has thrown
at you.
You are the puppet
and I am the master; you stumble
and fall, yet I will always scoop you back up, holding your hand.
I will remove this filth, dirt, tarnish, that
covers your body and mind and soul, so
that you can become clean and pure
White as snow.
Be still My child, and know that I am

Creator

I created the earth and the heavens.
I created the hundreds of billions of stars
That smile down upon you in the darkest of nights.
I created the mountains, valleys, rivers, fjords,
Oceans, plains, deltas, rainforests, and the deserts.
I imagined and brought forth every animal that walks this Earth.
I breathed life into you, and made you special and unique.
And guess what?
That came from a God who loves you.

nightmares

That look of pure… animosity
It flares in his extorting eyes
Incineration from his breath.
Wrapped in the paranoia
From the enmity of your host.
Apocalyptic enigmas
Deteriorate your mind
The Devil sends annihilation
The Basilisk, The Dragon
Constricting,
Crunching,
Wrapping,
Writhing,
Killing.

Stain-glass windows whirl

Dancing to the cheerful music

And without a care.

me me me me me me me me me

I don’t suppose
That the difference
Is all that
Astounding. Cynical, mean-spirited,
Outgoing. They view
Me as those
Things maybe. I
Guess they are
Partly correct but
I view myself
As reserved. I
Never bring my
Deeper emotions out.
I guess I
Am just shy
Like that. But
I do know
That possibly, deep
Deep down, like
Deep deep deep
Down, there is
And amazing amount
Of compassion waiting
To be released.
But then again,
I doubt it.

some poem about how i don't enjoy christianity or religion in general

Christianity is the only religion.
We are the disciples of God.
We creep through the shadows,
Our greedy eyes glistening.
We want more blood,
We want more money,
We want more slaves.
We have sharpened our saintly teeth
To a pinprick’s point,
So that when we all bite into you,
Blood blood blood.
Our soothing voices, our endearing smiles,
Our searing hate, our tar filled hearts,
Our wars, our bloodlust.
We are the disciples of God.
We are here to kill your world.

ascent

I
Am climbing
The mountain, striving
For the summit, for awakening.
Make me pure, through my self,
The self. I will become pure.
Virtue, my birthright and obligation.
I will not fall, I do not fall. I will
Make this count, I will earn this, I
Rise through cracks made jagged by years
Of caked-on pain and hardship. So near, perfection, so near.
I WILL NOT FALL.

doll with a cicada

I am a doll with
A cicada in my hand.
My wife disapproves.

Mirror

Fun-house mirror;

Distorted by bias,

Warped by the ego.

What is this I see?

But a startling image of me.

Who am I?

Handheld mirror.

Held low, I seem tall.

Held high, I seem small.

Changed in relation,

To preference and station.

Who are you?

this doesn't make any sense either

Hey you
Are you sad
What are you going to do

I heard you got the flu
That you are feeling bad
Hey you

Is there a rock in your shoe
Or is it all a fad
What are you going to do

Are you going to sue
Or will you be glad
Hey you

Are you just a few
Or are you just mad
What are you going to do

A car or house, bought new
Now something barely had
Hey you
What are you going to do?

Nails

Inch by agonizing
Inch the nails
Sink deeper into
His hands and
Feet, bounding
Him to the
Cross. Blood
And sweat
Run down
His face from
Their origin, the brow
Of thorns, which pierce
His perfect, flawless skin. Paying
The ultimate price in
Return for our
Salvation and freedom
“It is Finished”

if i had wings

i wish
i had wings. so
that i can fly away from
this place, never come back again. i
would go down south, to florida, so
that i could finally feel the sun beat down
on me. or maybe go across the
pacific ocean, just
to see my re-
flec- tion

this doesn't make any sense

Dogs scribbling dull essays in green
A flawed blank starving boy
Apathy warming the mind with vast
Predictable notions of shouting your
Name out to the sun and the moon
But neither respond because why

I do not respond at all when asked why
The sky is blue and not green
Or why we cannot reach the moon
Or why I am such a dull boy
Now they ask you why your
Sight is frighteningly vast

A mind as miniscule as it is vast
And asking a question as potent as why
And why you take your
Time to turn all the blue to green
And why you turn from man to boy
Whose face is scarred like the moon

I am a pattern of said moon
Whose craters and depths are vast
But boy oh boy
And answer to my why
Would simply tickle me green
And make all the difference in your

Guilt ridden excuse for you
Empty beliefs in the sun and moon
My pastures are much more green
And my caves are much more vast
And there is no why
And there is no how, not here boy

Once things are established, boy
You can begin on your
Great journey to find out why
A terrible cataclysm tore the moon
Right our of the vast
Sky and why it turned it all green

So when asked why by the boy
I say green and leave it at your
Discretion moon, who are so terribly vast.

The Good, the Bad, and THE Kyle

I continue to stare at
the deceptive, grinning
thin necked kid who wears
glasses across the room.

What's that dumb guy
looking at me for? I
should have planned
for this! It's stressing me out.

Look at those two idiots
staring at each other.
Only I know what they are
both really thinking. HAHAHA!!!

Earth's Night Light

I watch
Silently as you denizens sleep,
Resting your heavy eyes, and your tired minds;
Dreams dancing around in your small little heads. My
Sister, Solaris, once told me that I am like a giant nightlight
That God put in The sky. I am like a floodlight that waxes and
Wanes slowly overtime, changing shape, size and position; my own
Personal circadian rhythm. Ohh, hello. Yes, I can see you looking up at
Me, a look of pure awe spreading slowly across you pale while face. I ha
ve always dreamed of what it might be like to look up and beholds someone
as handsome as I. To examine my cracks, wrinkles, mountains and valleys,
All of my facial features that I take great pride in. I am better looking than
Solaris, because unlike her, you can look up at me and still use your eyes
Afterwards. I cast light down upon your dark, silent world. But alas,
My job is never-ending, and perpetual. I am to illuminate the
Darkness that temporarily plagues your world. Do I ever get tired
Ed? Well, of course! I mean, I am a person afterall. Ohh
How I long to go to sleep in the morning when Sola-
Ris comes to relieve me. Then I too will
Go to sleep, if only for a while

Someday

Each star, a small
Tiny luminary, the
Hope that I cling to
Which tells me there is
Something far greater than me
Out there waiting
For the day when
We will meet face to face.
Someday

Chauffeur

Always grinning with a peachy demeanor. His compatriots always glow at his calm peace. This is the hallmark of his golden job.

Ukalele

The screeching sound makes me vomit as the ugly, uneducated piece if garbage plays the terrible instrument. The redneck scrunches down while he chaws the slimy sardines.

life at the zoo

A zebra smells his
Butt
Cause it smells like a
Donkey, that eats the
Elephants peanuts.that makes the elephant
Frustrated, but the
Giraffe tries to make the elephant
Happy,but
it does not work.
just then the
kangaroo tries to
leap over the
moon, but he
never makes it
over. when the
panda bear
quitswatching, she
runs to the
starting place
to win the
ulitimate race;
victory is hers!
what ever you do dont let the
xylophone make a sound or it will make you
yell for the
ZEBRA

The Death of A Dream

My face lies bloody in the ring.
How did I get here to such a place?
Can I place it to one single thing?

I grew up poor, my father giving my face regular sting.
One day I stumbled upon his old trophy case.
My face lies bloody in the ring.

I once played baseball, but had an imperfect swing.
After school one day, I stumbled upon a wondrous place.
A boxing trainer’s gym, named “Bada Bing”.

He liked me a lot and tried me out in the ring.
I was a natural, regularly coming in first place.
My face lies bloody in the ring.

I began fighting professionally, I thought I had wings.
Many times, my mouth was left with a very bad taste.
I became world champion, developing many a fling.

But someone came along, casting a shadow in my beam.
I couldn’t resist a fight with him. What a waste.
My face lies bloody in the ring.
Maybe, someday, again I’ll be king.

Halloween Villanelle!

So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!
With gabbing goblins, and greedy ghouls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

I wait in a re-sewn costume, as the old one was quite
Too tight! As the doorbell rings, and vampires appear, candy my hand doles.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!

As I gaze out, bathed the streets are in orange light,
Walking bed sheets, rapaciously pillaging candy bowls,
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

And finally, from dry ice fog, emerges a terrible blight!
A latex creature, one of so many ghouls.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night!

A mottled green hand, stretched across a human hand tight.
Crafted by other, more masterful hands, with rubber-cutting tools.
Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

He claims from my bowl a handful of candy, his face hidden from sight.
And it was only later that I learned, it was my brother, and other fools.
So dark, so dank, so frightful of a night……Our candy bowls are in quite a plight!

- Hayden Russell

Cacophony

The Beast
By Jessica Williams

Lurid Images enter her mind,
as the callous beast taunts her.
The apathetic beast cutting into her soul,
mocking her every dream, digging her coffin sized hole.
Ignominy engulfs her every being.
Pessimistic thoughts invade her,
repeatedly.
This menace, the beast,
he drains her of all hope.
The beast claims her as his slave.
Shattered and weak, unable to be saved.
The girl lies down to die.
For thats the only way she may stay alive.