Halloween Dance

“The fog just kept on rolling onto the dance floor. They all thought it was broken!” A young girl reported.

“What did you do about this tragic event?” The reporter asked.

“There was nothing I could do. I was the only person small enough to fit through the vents. When I tried to unlock the doors from the outside I got knocked out by some whoosh of air, or something.” She lied.

This girl was just full of lies. Many of the couples inside the gymnasium were her enemies for no reason at all. Many of them noticed how polluted the fog machine was making their air supply seem. They were coughing, and racing for the doors, only to find them lock. Bombs blew up the speakers, leaving black wholes in their spot. When a math teacher walked by, all she saw was a small lonely girl without a dance partner, in a very beautiful dress.

“Why are the doors closed?” She had asked the girl.

“Because... Principal Mesh's fog machine broke, and the didn't want the fog to spread through the whole school, so the just shut the doors and opened the windows.” The girl answered.

The teacher walked off without another comment. That was the end of six hundred high school student's lives.

Promises Broken

A young man in his thirties stands at the front of the white house smiling for the cameras.  Where are his promises he made before he got to this position?  He even broke the promise he made to his wife.  He still smokes, even after she made him promise to stop once he ran for President.
After the votes were cast, and he got his wish, the country started going bankrupt, and what was the President doing about it?  Nothing.  All he did was spend even more money so he could force his country that he has lived in for so long into socialism.  Did he realize how many people were dying on the streets?  Everyone was losing their jobs, and he didn't help.
The man in front of the cameras continued to spend money and send his wife and daughter on vacations.  Some day, he will pay for his actions.  For now, all we can do is hope he isn't voted for again.  We can only hope he doesn't remain President.  We can only hope...

Heart Beat

 “I'm not stalking him.” She repeated to herself for the millionth time that night. “All I am doing is dropping off a plate of cookies, and leaving the at his doorstep... While doorbell ditching him.” She added.

Airness drove to his house and set down the plate. She turned around (looking for the doorbell), and there he was. Standing right in front of her face. Duke moved to the door and picked up the plate.

“Do you want to come in?” He asked.

“Yes!” Airness blurted, not really sure how she managed to even get the word out.

“Thanks for the cookies, by the way.” Duke smiled, and on the inside his heart was smiling even more than his face showed.

Airness was the same way, with her heart stopping and skipping beats, and then trying to keep it's regular pace again. Both were super excited to even be looking at each other, but neither of them would admit it. At least not yet.

The Kitchen

The knife dug deep into the watermelon, but not deep enough.  Trying to cut the watermelon was harder than it looked on television.  He should have known better.  The stupid commercial told him the knife would cut the the biggest fruit in his home, but it lied.  He should have known by now that commercials are just trying to steal your brain so you will give them money.  Being in college, and having to pay for his own apartment and schooling, made it so he didn't really have much extra money to spend.  This stupid knife was fifty dollars, and it's only one knife!  He only earns three hundred dollars a week.  It may seem a lot of money to earn, but for a college student, it's not enough.  Now he's bought a stupid knife that doesn't even measure up to his expectations, and he can't take it back to the store.
"Now I've learned my lesson."  He said out loud.
Whether he knows it, or not, he hasn't really learned his lesson, and he is in for a really bumpy ride of debt.  His future wife will work more hours, earn more money, and yet he will manage to bring his whole family into debt.  Commercials need to stop advertising kitchen ware.  Man needs to find his own necessities on his own account.  Commercials don't help.

Cold Blooded Murder

Tonight is the night I have died.

Yet,, I still live.

The money in my hand turns to blood as I pass it to the chef. I jump back in fear as she takes it from me, and sticks it into her fancy cash register. Maybe she is going to use this blood as evidence against me and my crime. But now as I look into her face, I see that she is confused by my outburst. Maybe she didn't see the change turn from cash to blood. The kind and confused lady goes to her stove, turns it on, then places a pan on top of the fire. She walks to her refrigerator and grabs out what looks like potatoes. As if magic had happened, no witchcraft was it, the potatoes turned to bones. Bones of the boy I killed. He was innocent enough, just holding a few dollars. Those few dollars I needed for food. If he hadn't been there, I would have starved to death. A real death. Death would have saved me from guilt. As the chef hands me my food, waiting for me to take it, I look into her eyes. She is innocent, too, and doesn't know what I did. Before I can even think, I run out into the streets before she sees my fear. I've confessed without using words. But no judge is declaring me guilty.

Danger on Every Turn

People around me die with no cause. Will I be next? I don't hear gunshots, bombs, swords clashing, nor bows whizzing through the air. I don't hear it because it isn't there. A murderer, a villain, and maybe even a friend is trying to kill everyone around them. Desperate, maybe, or maybe just mad, but they surely have no reason to kill. This man hiding somewhere is killing us all, and the way he kills gets me thinking. He's killing without even showing up here, but how does he do it? Is he trained? Has he been working like this for very long? Even now, as I say it, I realize it all. This mad man, his massacre is really his job. He is using some poisonous gas I don't know of, and now I am dying like the rest of these innocent people. Choking and coughing too hard.

Good Luck, Love

   I don't want to break his heart, like he broke mine. There's no way I would tear it apart. Yes, I was crazy for love when he had me under his spell, but now I am in control of my actions. I'm not as crazy for him as I was before. Yet, there is no way I would just say “no.” I love him too much. Not love in the way of wanting to be with him every second of every day, but love like a brother. I love him like a best friend. He is someone to talk to. He doesn't talk to me as much as he used to. At least not anymore, but I know he wants to. He's just a bit shy. I know he tries to figure out something to say, but the words won't come.

   If he wants me again, then what would I say? I think I might say yes, though I love someone else, but I'm not sure I feel anything for him anymore. He's cute, and he's nice. He also says exactly what I want to hear. And, like you would never want to hear your lover say; he seems to want me to have a chance with a boy living in my area. Maybe even the boy I like, but didn't quite tell him.I believe he is prey to his own heart. To fall in love is to fall into a death trap. It's happened to me too many times. The only thing that can save you is your brain. So... Good luck, love.

Football Through The Roof

One day in the mid-afternoon, two boys and one girl were playing football.  The girl passed the football to the taller, better looking boy to start out the game.  The boy caught the ball then passed it back to her.  She caught it, a little surprised by how fast he had passed it back, and realized that they had been excluding the shorter boy. She passed it to the less attractive and shorter boy, then waited while he situated it into his hands to pass back.  He looked over to the taller boy, and as soon as the girl could look away, then look back, the football had been thrown.  It flew into the air like an airplane, flew well past the tall boy's reach, and made it into the roof of the newly made tree house.