break out

On November 16, 2015
a story by [BRANDY]

It was love at first sight. I didn’t care that she was the loony bird that I was treating. She was so beautifully insane. Truly one of a kind. Anyway, it wasn’t her fault she was that way. She was created away from her own will. Pamela Islee, a woman’s name I knew way before she was my patient. I loved this girl as soon as I saw her, but now, I love her even more. Not only for her beauty, but for her new personality. The woman on the other side of the table is who I will break out of this asylum. This beautiful woman is Poison Ivy. And tonight I will claim my new identity.

Instead of being a lousy shrink, I’m going to be a mind-racing, chance-taking, psychotic villain. Tonight’s the night.

I sneak out of my office after pretending to be working late. I made my way down to the “zoo,” or at least that’s what the other staff called it. There she sat in cell nine all alone. She’s so lonely, and she doesn’t deserve that. I slip into the restroom and change into a red and black suit and do my make-up like an insane clown. I’m beautiful. I grab the stick of dynamite from my bag and head to cell nine. Where my love awaits. When I open the door she is happy to see me. She shares my feelings of affection. I tell her to come out of the room with me. She silently agrees.

We get to the main entrance. I knew from before it would be heavily locked. But that’s why I brought the dynamite.

BOOM!

We escape. We are free. She is free to save the planet from humans and I am free to be myself, but mostly, we are free to be together.

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letter to the watched

On November 15, 2015
a letter by [eunique]

Dear person who I don’t know really know,

As I sit here in this room with only a few other people, my eyes land on you. Your dyed blonde hair and skinny jeans that were a little too tight for a man, but you wore them perfectly. You had on a ridiculous shirt with stripes on it. It fit you well well though. You had your guitar laying on your chest and notebook on the counter, completely gone and lost in thought. Your eyebrows creased and thumb pressed hard against your pencil turning it slightly red as you wrote. You’d bite your lip every now and then smiling, probably because you had created something from that big and tortured mind. Your fingers skimmed across the guitar creating something soft and delicate, something new. Your finger skimmed across the strings, small and loud screeches bubbling from the instrument, and then you’d write.

I tried to guess what you were writing about. Something that happened between you and your roommate? A bird in the tree? Or maybe your girlfriend? All the questions came into my mind, but nothing seemed to fit you. It didn’t fit the aroma you gave off, and that was interesting.

You were interesting.

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scared in the woods

On November 15, 2015
a story by [ravion]

Part One

Once upon a time there was a girl who was in the woods. While she was in the woods she saw a big wolf. She didn’t know it was a man dressed as a wolf. She was scared, and she ran. But the thing was, she was in the woods because she had run away. After this experience, she knew not to run away again. When she got back home she told her momma she would never run away again. Her mother put her on punishment, and the girl knew not to run away again.

Two weeks passed by, and the girl was off her punishment. She went back to the woods to see if the wolf was real. She saw the wolf again, but this time she walked up close to see if it was a real wolf. When she got close she noticed it was a man dressed in camouflage trying to get deer and bear meat to feed his family before the winter started. So the girl told the man that she had been scared the first time she had seen him. He told her he was a good man, and told her that he was just trying to hunt. After that they never saw each other again, or did they…

Part Two

The girl got older, and she went back to the woods. This time she saw that the man had built a house. She asked him how long it took to build it. He said, “Why? You thinking about moving into the woods?” He laughed, and told her it took only two months.

The girl went back home and thought about moving to the woods. At the time she and her boyfriend weren’t doing well. She was thinking she would have to adjust to a new life. Then she was like, “I’ll be saving money, though.”

She finally moved to the woods. The first few weeks she was living with the man. At first she thought this was creepy, because he was like twenty years older than her. One day they were building a house for her, and the man fell off the ladder. There was no clinic or hospital close. In the woods they had to make their own medicine or pay for it in the city. So she had to take him to the city.

After this happened, the girl moved back to the city and moved into a big house. With all the money she’d saved in the woods, she bought her house. She visited the man every once and again. Two years later the man got sick and died.

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the donut lords

On November 15, 2015
a story by [victor]

The Galactic Empire was dying from the Holy Moly Donut Shop. They ate so many donuts from the Holy Moly Donut Shop that they threw up all the donuts until they died.

And then the Donut Lords took their place as Kings of the Galactic Empire. “We are the Donut Lords! All will bow to the Donut King, My Baby.” That was the King’s name, My Baby.

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isn’t that scary?

On November 3, 2015
a poem by [morgan]

Ghosts, vampires, and werewolves
Are all things
Supernatural.
Halloween is when they all come out.
But they are children—
Isn’t that scary?

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the night before halloween

On November 3, 2015
a story by [journey]

On the night before Halloween, a crazy old wrinkly lady who was very fast and strong turned out to be a real witch. She started making witchy sounds, then started running over to me, so I tried to hurry to the door, but the witch came and pushed through the door. Then my brother tried to get her out, but she was super strong so she threw him down and went into my kitchen and started a cauldron of potion. Then she made me drink the potion…and then…and then…I woke up!

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the monster

On November 3, 2015
a story by [sanaa]

My day started off good until I went to sleep and things took an unexpected turn. I was asleep and felt a presence over my bed. I woke up and saw this ugly, tall, green, slimy monster with fingernails as long as pencils. I got up scared and confused and started running down the hallway that seemed like it lasted forever I reached the kitchen and ran out the patio door. I ran around the backyard, then I ran back into my house and shut the door with him on the other side. Then as I turned around and this big monster reappeared in front of me and grabbed me I didn’t know what to do. I started kicking and screaming, and he put me in his trunk. We were driving but then he stopped. I heard a car door shut and felt this was my chance: I was going to scream and run. But nobody opened the trunk. I panicked and felt this gas spray into the trunk. In a matter of seconds, I fell into a deep irreversible sleep, never to be seen or heard from again.

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days of you

On November 3, 2015
a poem by [marcus]

Days fly by,
But you’re the one.
The one that’s on my mind.
So I ask my self
Will you be mine?
The one I will
Die
Love
And be with
All my life
YOU

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more than just friends

On November 3, 2015
a poem by [eunique]

as i saw you two sit together, I questioned
if you two were in love.
I questioned if you had let out the caged butterflies
in your stomach, or if you had let
her hold your hand and squeeze you heart.
neither of you answered.
although, as I looked at the two of you, I knew
that you two looked at each other a little too long
to be just friends.

and that broke me a bit inside.

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my new invention

On October 27, 2015
a story by [will]

My new invention would be the Will Bite. It’s a phone. It would be shaped like an apple with the bite already in it. It would have 3D calling, a voice modifier so you could copy peoples’ voices, and it would have a front and back screen in case of water damage. That’s just the easy stuff.

The phone would be unbreakable, and the games, apps, and music would all be free. Inside the phone would be Sir Walter Perkins. Walter Perkins would be a hologram and have all the answers to homework and life questions.

The graphics would be better than the PS4 and XBOX ONE. It would cost one hundred dollars so the public could enjoy it without wasting their money on their spoiled children.

There is more to come. There will be more upgrades.

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