Author: deandriac

There is a runner named Jason and he has no legs. Jason is running a five mile race. Since he has no legs, he just rolls to the finish line. Half a mile from the finish line Jason smells a perfectly cooked steak. And that smell gives him motivation to finish the race. So the second he crossed the finish line he was given the perfectly cooked steak.

CHICAGO
AKA Chiraq
NEW ORLEANS
AKA The Big Easy
LAS VEGAS
AKA Sin City
influential cities

A ride to the middle of the ocean
Boats upon Boats
Going into the water

Crystal clear all around
schools of fish swimming
Past fast
A lone shark far below me

A breathtaking sight
Imaginable to the mind
everyday

Karen used to be a normal girl, with platinum blonde hair, pale skin, and clear blue eyes. All her life, she was warned that mozzarella sticks were a dangerous food that she should never eat, for it could possibly kill her. After many years, she decided to go to sonic and try the greasy snack. With only two bites, she felt a change. Sure that she was dying, she wanted to get out of her locked car. Without even touching the lock, the latch flicked open and flew off. Karen was no longer normal, she was telekinetic. The Mozzarella sticks were not deadly, they were quite the opposite.

A car is many things to many people. A transportation device, a home, etc. For my mom and I, it’s our clubhouse. It is our safe haven to tell secrets in and talk about things away from the outside world. Many people have been inside the car, but few have heard the emotional yells and giggled whispers that the car holds. To many, a car is just a thing that takes you one plane to another, but to my mom and I, it’s a connection. It it our own way of spending time together, no matter how much time we have or what we talk about. A car is our connection and ride of comfort, lasting even after I have my own.

Super Man come through
Super Man come scoop
For this chili and biscuits has given me the poops
Come as fast as you can
Bring me to the can
For if I soil my pantaloons
Are you really a super man?

Love is what
Is it doing whatever to make her smile
Is it the late night phone calls
What is love
Is it telling her she is beautiful every day
Is it your heart skipping a beat when you see her
Love is love
It’s knowing that she makes your day
It’s that you think you aren’t good enough
What is love
Love is a crazy and beautiful thing

Dexter is a serial killer in Miami Florida who kills other serial killers. Nothing can stop him besides his weakness for chocolate. He desires it so much that he eats it every meal and it might even kill him!

entry one:

Rosco

My best friend he is, brown with a black spot
With a coat even an expert shant tweak
His big brown eyes puts my heart in a knot
These are what make rosco so very unique
At night he nudges me, a sign to cuddle
At dawn he licks my face, a wet awake
And during a storm he whines in muddle
One night he even fell my loved birthday cake
In the gleaming sun, shining a fine coat
He loves to make new pals, fetching a ball
So graceful he is, yes a friend to gloat
At home he struts like a king down the halls
My best friend, whom i will love and behold
Forever in my heart, shall he grow old

Mid-dreary day, I was dragged by chains with a tough force. The walls separated into halls of categorical characteristics of those around me. Shrieks and loud pounding echoed through every halls, alarms were roaring every now and again, and the grey concrete walls trapped all the pain and tears of the broken. I struggled against the force, screaming until my throat was strained and raw. “Let me go!” I cried. “Just kill me already!” No one listened; no one cared.
I passed by a room blocked by maxi glass and bars. My old schizotypal friend laid upon the room, pushing away the plate of food a wretched old man was giving to him. He snapped and slapped the food away and screamed horridly. The old man immediately struck his head with an axe and the last thing I saw was his blood splattered all over the glass. My body was weighed down by panic and the bodies of those detaining me. They hoist me up and force me to stare at the glass. Squeezing my eyes shut, I screamed and cried. Kicked and struggled. But when I opened them, he was there fully conscious. Like nothing ever happened.
I awoke.