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A Bad StartGreen peppers had seemed like an obvious alternative. They were the same color as apples, after all As a rule, PDQ gave most green things a rather wide berth when it came to his own meals, so it probably shouldn't have surprised him that he'd made a mistake.
He slumped against the moldy dungeon wall and kicked his leg to make the shackles sing. They were rusty, but most of the iron down here was. The damp was wreaking havoc on his nose and throat. Calling the king Adelbert the Fair was definitely a misnomer then. If PDQ ever learned to write, he would have to keep a record of correct history with fitting names. Adelbert the Vengeful Wet Blanket. It had a certain ring.
PDQ coughed. The sound was like a splintered gate being eaten by a goat with glass teeth, but the worst bit was the feeling it left in his throat. He was convinced that three more days of this wou
Dice VignetteSunlight seeped in through the curtains like spilled tea through a cheap tablecloth. I covered my eyes and cursed the blanket for being too thin. I could count my fingers through them. I had five. Maybe it was cheating, since I knew that coming in.
Anyway, that meant it was cold, sun or not. There was another blanket at my feet, but I was too comfortable even to nudge it upwards with my feet. I could hear someone moving around downstairs, dishes and water mingling loudly in the kitchen. I'd missed breakfast.
I sat up and pouted at my bare feet, preparing for a good private sulk. Then I remembered where I was and my mouth twisted into something strange. Smiles were still weird. I liked them, but well, chocolate peppermint ice cream was weird, but I liked that too. Smiles were sort of like that.
It wasn't a thin blanket, it was a sheet. The blanket at
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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