a thing like lovei believe in love like some believe in god,a thing like love in Free Verse More Like This
bending over backwards, cause
finally you found something
that will keep you from dying,
finally you found something
that gives you hope,
a home in a war zone,
a sanctuary for sanity,
finally you found your heart,
lost in that hollow body of yours,
always too afraid to excavate
its caves on your own,
always afraid of the monsters
you'll find in its corners,
you were always hiding from things that might have been.
and when you finally opened your eyes,
there was love at your feet,
waiting to be made.
ill have you know im scaredi lied, i lied, a thousand times i lied.ill have you know im scared in General Fiction More Like This
i don't know who this story is about. i don't know if it's an 'i,' 'you,' 'he,' or 'she' story. i'll probably pick three and rotate them. because when you think about it, doesn't it happen to us all?
i was found dead on the road. i hear i was contorted and bloody, only the blood wasn't my own, and i died simply because i was afraid. i always thought that was so fucking ironic- i was fucking scared to death.
and every time she's walking down the street, the girl who might've been me, the girl whose blood i was found in though she's also dead, i cringe. because she hears people crowing about amusement parks and how the upside-down roller coaster scared them to death, and she thinks of me. she's dead, but she still thinks of me. somehow, i feel loved.
he said he was a policeman. really, he was a rapist. he, you, i. it doesn't matter, everyone is a rapist. everyone thinks they want sex, but nobody does. it's too personal. it's not forever
things i don't know about you that bother me thati wonder what it's likethings i don't know about you that bother me that in Free Verse More Like This
to fall asleep beside you
in a post coital haze,
and to wake in the morning
to run to class.
do you wake me,
do you kiss my forehead,
do we make love again-
i don't know,
and do you wet your toothbrush
before applying toothpaste,
tell me you don't leave the sink running,
it must get awfully tired.
and what do you dream of
when i lie next to you,
blissfully more than just a body;
what will you dream of
a year from now?
please tell me i can fit into
your big picture
as easily as i can fit into
that 1950s kind of loveher family expected me to give a eulogy; what they do not remember is that they do not like me, they tell me that photography does not a profession make, they pucker their lips and narrow their eyes and wring their wrists because i married their daughter, their sister. she was twenty, and as far as they cared, it was my fault that she was dead.that 1950s kind of love in General More Like This
"martin?" the man dressed in black, which was every man, but this one wore a red tie and stood at the podium, stage-whispered. that was the last time i heard my name.
it was her mother who helped me up the shallow stairs, lace handkerchief snuggling her nose raw. "have you got your paper?" she asked me under a dull sob.
"yes," i whispered back. after the eulogy, that was the last time i spoke.
"her name was-- is anne. she is twenty years old. she is a sister to two, a daughter, a nurse. she is my wife. i love her. she is dead.
emotion, embodiedthere are thingsemotion, embodied in Free Verse More Like This
living in me
that bring the floor
to my knees-
powers like concrete
of my bones
filled with something
i have been
holding my breath
for so long
that i am scared
to let my body
or give vessels,
living in me,
the means to
i pray to god,
a being unseen,
that i will
kill off these things
living inside me;
all i manage
is kill off
the art of letting goit's only been a weekthe art of letting go in Free Verse More Like This
i forget what it's like
to have someone
instead of being
it feels like a premature death.
we are a bird, stuttering
through the air as our wings
i'm so tired of bleeding.
i can't continue to need you
more than you need me.
i can't continue resting my head
on my pillow at two in the morning,
after hours of furiously beating it
against my bed
to try to
i can't continue to love you
for the way you held my heart like a heart,
but held my body like a treasure.
i can't wait til love doesn't matter,
or it's just soft like the colour pink and new clothes,
no more of these thorns.
have i not bled enough?
photographsmaybe it's weirdphotographs in Free Verse More Like This
or maybe it's beautiful
but i picture every boy
i might end up with
taking photographs with me -
we are at the beach
by grey waters
in the atlantic february ;
we are all angles of bone
& skin, just close enough
to make something beautiful ;
your back sinks like a
as you sleep in such peace
that even the shutter keeps
the silence safe
from its sound .
The People CarversThe breeze carries bits of love on its bones:The People Carvers in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lovers are carvers of people, shredding
Pieces away from the core, whittling
And sawing...and sometimes grazing the soul.
I caught a bit of laughter that was thrown:
A man with half a smile, always drinking,
Scraped away joy from his wife's lips thinking
Supper should be finished when he came home.
The trick is never to break but to bend:
Hold on to your heart, keep your soul and mind,
But let love slice away sorrow and hurt.
There are fragments of me on the wind:
We've all left some trace of ourselves behind
Floating away in dusty surrender.
RestlessThere will always be wars and men who will fightRestless in Free Verse More Like This
Who will leave you cold and crying at night
And the candles will burn but never as bright
As the eyes of the love who held you tight.
Will they come home and kiss you?
When alone will they miss you?
When they die will you cry?
Because you know they will die.
They will die and so will you and so will I.
HaitiHaiti in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The waves shake
The ground breaks
The sun rises and falls
The water quakes
The island makes
A shrill, heartbreaking call.
The wind sighs
The sky flies
The earth is torn in strife
The flowers die
The children cry
Now is the end of life.
Here are your dead, where are your lost?
Too much upon the ocean tossed.
Make them a grave, dig it in sand
All in one hole (they'd understand).
No time, no money to be found,
Gasps of weeping-a common sound.
So why will someone not help here,
An island of relentless fear?
I could soar for hours or daysI could soar for hours or daysI could soar for hours or days in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In rapture from your wicked gaze
In starting certainty begin
To fall in love though it's a sin
To want that which we shouldn't touch
Once she loved you-is it too much
That I should be the lucky one?
So many friends by love undone...
But then she did throw you aside
And though she sighed she never cried
So where's the harm, if I love you,
If, better still, you love me too?
Eden-After the FallTepid water will not burnEden-After the Fall in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here it is the candle's turn
To skim across remorseless ice:
Snake eyes roll the devil's dice.
Upside down the martyrs crawl
Floating low the angels fall
I saw my face within the flame:
Why will the wind not call my name?
Break a piece of bread for me
And feed it to the birded tree
Fruit of flesh, the sin made man:
Here long gone the world began.
ReconciliationFor the sake of old friendshipReconciliation in Free Verse More Like This
I will lay flowers on your grave
And cry tears for memories
That you have now forgotten.
Lost dreams sleep in the mortuary
Waiting for cremation-
Better to let dissection go
And leave who we were untarnished.
He was just a boy, wasn't he?
A silly foolish boy whose
Middle name I do not recall
But I remember that he blazed through us
Like a forest fire
And than vanished like dead smoke.
We were sisters and if I could
I would kiss your forehead where
Your hair sweeps past your brow
But powder is caked on your face
To make you look like a frozen wax statue.
Rest, my dear, and wait for me
Until I join you (where?)
And we will be so far beyond reconciliation
That we will forget what was to be forgiven.
What it wasn't.No, my love. It's not the way you don't listen when I speak.What it wasn't. in Free Verse More Like This
I've realized that you do listen. You just forget.
No, my sweetheart. It's not the way you don't find me witty.
I've learnt that our senses of humour are different.
No, my darling. It's not the way you pick on my flaws.
I've understood that you love me despite them.
No, my dear. It's not the way you always ignore me like I'm just a girl.
I've figured out that I'm more even when your friends ask who I am.
No, my pet. It's not the way you never call me back when I need you.
I've come to the conclusion that you won't be there when I need you.
No, my sweet. It's not that you do not say it at all and when you do it's forced.
These are not the reasons why I've finally realized you don't love me.
Maybe years from now, when you sit and wonder about me, you'll realize
The reason I left was not words or sentiment or ideas or feelings
It's because your eyes are always wide open when you kiss me.
FaithI love your belief in God.Faith in Free Verse More Like This
Not because it matches mine.
Because it makes you even more beautiful to me.
You are the dream I always wanted, but never had.
(God likes to surprise me. Well, consider me surprised.)
It makes me want to sleep every single night by your side.
I want to wrap my prayers around you.
I want to press my lips to the segments of your body.
If you asked, I would rest my head besides yours
and dream your nightmares for you.
(You shudder in your sleep. I don't think you know.)
In faith, I'll be your dreamcatcher.
In dreams, let me wish all your nightmares away
Body Speak, Mouth Don't."I need a favour. You got a minute?"Body Speak, Mouth Don't. in Free Verse More Like This
No. No I don't.
My heart feels ripped out of my chest and trampled on too often.
My ears open to screams in the morning.
My eyes close crying every night.
My mind always turns dreams into nightmares.
My lungs contract too soon for me to catch my breath.
My worries far outweigh my years.
My brain feels overworked, overwrought, so tired.
My stomach cramps every night and I curl up in pain.
My knees weaken often but I'm still standing.
My mouth goes dry and I can't speak.
My hands dampen because I have too much to think about.
My bones feel weaker than they ever have before.
But I don't think it's anything to be worried about, really.
"Sure. How can I help you?"
Let the Fall Make You Stronger."Hey! Are you all right?"Let the Fall Make You Stronger. in Emotional More Like This
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"If I'm fine."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
MouthfulsYou take mouthfuls of meMouthfuls in Free Verse More Like This
Huge, selfish as they are
Leaving morsels of me behind
Teeth my words and chew up my heart
Bite through my spine with shark like jaws
I am used, you explain, damaged,
Dirty for existing.
Dirty for loving you.
I ask you why you like to hurt me.
"I love you most when you ache on the inside."
I have never hated myself more.
Sea of Liesi.Sea of Lies in Free Verse More Like This
My father never read me the story of Icarus. I found it for myself. I suppose he did not want me to know what it was like to almost touch the stars. But it was only after I had read the story did I even try to reach so far. It is a little like falling in love...and then drowning in the sea.
(I would be lying if I said the fall didn't break everything I had once believed was solid.)
My science teacher knew well that I was a dreamer. When I told her I believed fairytales were as real as love is, I could see the disapproval and disappointment in her eyes. I suppose thats why in her classroom, when I was asked what the greatest force in the universe was, I answered love. I suppose thats why she laughed and reminded me that love was as much a fairytale as the fairytales I believed in.
(She was wrong. Love exists...its just been broken into a million little pieces, set afloat in a sea of heartbreak.)
My mother didn't want to speak about t
HistoryThere are momentsHistory in Free Verse More Like This
that you wish never end
Then there are moments
that couldn't go by fast enough.
Through at the times we have seen
and all the lives we have lived.
Time seems to be
the one thing that never changes.
Time likes to repeat itself
going hour by hour, second by second.
They say, today is history
but tomorrow is a mystery.
History likes to repeat itself,
so maybe tomorrow isn't such a mystery.
This is a poemThis is a poem.This is a poem in Free Verse More Like This
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
I'm fineThrough soulless eyes people seeI'm fine in Free Verse More Like This
all too constantly watch the world
that they believe had nothing for them.
Tears form, but no one sees,
no person even bothers to look,
yet it isn't like they don't notice.
When someone finally looks
and actually sees for once
they utter those few words,
that can change so much.
Are you okay?
The tear stained face looks up
and knows it's been seen
with a blink though
the tears are gone.
The voice breaks,
but it is overlooked
as nothing important.
"Stop! I'm not okay!"
The internal voice screams,
but the silent mental call
is heard by no one.
And the crying form
that so brokenly said it was fine
is left to cry once more.
Tea with the RabbitTea with the rabbit todayTea with the Rabbit in Free Verse More Like This
just the same as every day,
every single day and every single night.
And when he danced and sang
I could not join in merriment
for the ropes that bound did not budge
He would scream and cry while sipping tea,
and I would laugh while hiding tears.
He said he was late,
for what I know naught,
but he did not leave my nightmare.
“The Queen of Hearts is evil!”
And I agreed blindly. Yet I could not help
but wonder if she was really the evil one.
Dormouse, his friend of valiant honor,
rammed his sword into my thigh
and grinned when I wept and bled.
And my one and only friend sat across,
sipping his tea without a care, mumbling nonsense.
The giant hat upon his head outweighed his judgement.
Tea was scalding as it poured down my throat,
he didn't care as his feet thumped down
pleas to stop fell on deaf cottontail ears.
And when the cry of ‘off with her head!’ sounded
I couldn’t help but be relived and yet I still cried.
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
A true heroA true hero in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
Girl as TragedyGirl as Tragedy in Free Verse More Like This
She decided to be a tragedy
because it was more beautiful
Happiness was a plain thing -
ordinary and drab as corn or
falling asleep in his chair..
But tragedy was elegant - the curves
of her slender body sheathed in trauma
and kid gloves that went up to the elbows.
It was mysterious - black hats with veils
and notes from strange men pressed into her palm
Tragedy looked good on resumes and fit perfectly
on the small white cards placed on her dining table.
Her sisters could slip them into their purses
to remind them later of how she breathed
dignity and grace into the family name.
She could wear it with her grandmother's jet beads
to the ballet, their stark beauty
a reminder of what was lost.
And when her final lover came to call at matins
she could slip it under her lips
and press it as a warm memory -
wet and gliding over his tongue
as she searched for words
among the sheets.
RainRain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
PlaygroundPlayground in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
HauntingHaunting in Free Verse More Like This
I am the last ghastly ghost,
glib tongued and glimmering,
in the space beneath the stairs.
My name glows upon your tongue,
gleeful and dreadful
in the dreary dregs of memory -
a keening cacophony
of deadly delights.
You called me here,
made me legion -the languid
languish of laughter,
your new language of the air
and all unearthly promises
pondering their place
in this shallow grave.
Bury me in beauty,
in the bounty of wanton
wonder and I will waste
eternity, a willing wraith to wait
upon your pleasure.
Bronze JohnBronze John in Free Verse More Like This
It's fever season
and the city shutters
its walls and streets,
closes up shops
and drops an awning
over the river.
Pontchartrain is clogged
with yellow flies again
and the soft warning
of women's skirts
disturbs the dust.
Breathing does no good here -
the lungs still sag
in the heat
and skin is soon pocked
by travelers in the dark.
Each brick shifts and protests,
wondering what is wrong
and why no one
is growing old.
Only the doctor moves,
stepping on cracks
like a criminal
in search of miracles
What You WillI am not your possession,What You Will in Free Verse More Like This
Nor am I your toy,
I'm just a fleeting obsession,
To hide guilt and deliver joy.
Don't act like I'm dumb,
Don't think that I do care,
Your lies have left me numb,
I know you sense it in my stare.
Think what you will of me,
But don't think you understand,
What it is to be cruelly free,
And to hold no-ones hand.
I know you're better than I,
And I know you know it too,
But at least I'm brave enough to die,
Something you're far too scared to do.
Let's Talk About YouIf I'm dead before sunrise,Let's Talk About You in Free Verse More Like This
Will you mourn my demise,
Or sing with joy at my fall,
Or perhaps you won't notice at all?
Why should you?
If I tell you my theories and thoughts,
Will you send me to an institution of sorts,
Or just laugh at my fears,
Or be blind to my tears?
How could you?
If I'm insane by midnight,
Will you finally see my plight,
Or simply sigh and call it a phase,
Or blame some other teen craze?
Why would you?
If you're dead before sunrise,
I will not mourn your demise,
Nor sing with joy at your fall,
I'll Just act like I don't care at all.
Well, it fooled you, didn't it?
I Know I'm WrongYou didn't change,I Know I'm Wrong in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know it was me.
So I won't go begging,
For your sympathy.
Scars on my skin,
I caused them all.
But I'm not ashamed,
I'll still stand tall.
When did I last smile,
With full joyful glee?
I don't do that anymore,
It just isn't me.
I'm just a broken toy,
But I don't want repairing.
Throw me well away,
And stop the despairing.
Read all my thoughts,
Every scar and scrape.
Then you won't blame me,
For making my escape.
Still BeautifulA woman with a penisStill Beautiful in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is still a woman
And she is still beautiful.
A man with a vagina
Is still a man
And he is still beautiful.
Two men or women in love
Are still in love
And that love is still beautiful.
A person who is agender
Is still a person
And that person is still beautiful.
A human who is 'different'
Is still a human
And that human is still beautiful.
Dear TeacherIn Year Seven:Dear Teacher in Free Verse More Like This
You were my geography teacher.
I really hated you.
Loathed you too.
You gave me bad marks
And shouted at my larks.
You were the enemy.
In Year Eight:
You became my form tutor.
You were our fifth.
We were determined to
Break you like the others
And get onto the sixth.
In Year Nine:
You saw the angry red vents
Carved into my skin.
And I let you in.
In Year Ten:
I lost it all.
You were there,
Fighting for me.
You made me care
About my future.
In Year Eleven:
We made each other laugh.
And in the end
You weren’t just a teacher;
You were my friend.
Silent FaithSilent Faith in Free Verse More Like This
My trembling hands-
Don't want to come together
I refuse to feel weakness-
Oppress the confessor
I will defy the defeat-
Of my body and mind
And my tears will freeze-
So I...will never cry
I was always told
That I have to be strong
But a child can never grow
When reminded that every decision is wrong
I didn't need to know
That strength was everything
Otherwise I would have given up a long time ago
Because that is my childish instinct
Take back every single breath / Take back those moments I lived
Take back those nightmares I dreamt / Take back those days I wept
I can only take so much / I can choose to give up
I'm not the one who's being the judge / I'm not the one who's being the fraud
I once believed
That resolve was protection
But all forms of relief abandoned me
I crumble upon the footholds of absolution
Dear My Guardian AngelDear My Guardian Angel in Free Verse More Like This
Dear My Guardian Angel
I was born with an invisible noose, and as I got older it got tighter
I kept looking for the perfect opportunity to drop, it's either now or never
Dear Heaven / Dear Hell / I am my own executioner!
Every night, I lay awake, starring down a loaded barrel of a gun
Aimed at my tempting skull, and the trigger is ready to go off
Dear God / Dear Lucifer / I am not that promising child I once was!
I've always stood on the edge of my life with adrenaline-fueled anxiety
That corruption coursed through, and took over, it's too late already
Dear Paradise / Dear Purgatory / You need to wait a little longer, and wait patiently!
I'm such a cowardice fool; sick and hysterical; I can't decide anything for myself
I'm abandoned; I'm a cast away; I am the last forsaken, and I no longer have a way out
Dear Friends / Dear Enemies / I'm sorry, but neither of you can help!
I tried everything in my power to change, but t
S. NoteS. Note in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
Shadow SunShadow Sun in Free Verse More Like This
And in that very moment, I knew it was already too late
My vision has adjusted
The memories of my former life all just slipped away
My light has faded
The last of the fallen sparks fluttered in the distance
My hope has been obliterated
The shadows rose to claim their long awaited radiance
My destiny was always fated
In my heart, I lost it all
To this very second, it's still my fault
In my body, I have been tainted
From all of the damage I sustained
In my mind, I felt everything snap
I smiled as all of the colors turned black
In my soul, I had to let it all go
Cradled by the darkness is all I will ever know
In my eyes, I
Faces Of MineFaces Of Mine in Free Verse More Like This
Faces Of Mine
A smile once so true
But it changed direction over time
I knew it was there because of you
But it was just belief based on a lie
Hope cannot be granted
And then stripped away
You have left my core tainted
With these wicked games that you play
May it be a lesson
Or turn it into fact and truth
Love won't be as important
As I use these scars as my proof
These eyes were once so hopeful
It was considered the rise after the fall
But my tears became unfaithful
As pain plunged out of my skull
No passion for the heart / No light for the dark
No love for the liars / No guilt for the betrayers
No truth for the corrupted / No solace for the hatred
No burden for the departed / No shame for the discarded
An innocent outlook on life
Once so pure and whole
But now it's twisted to survive
There is no caring anymore
Forced to adapt to cruelty
I injected ice into my
Make do with what you got-TG Caption shortMake do with what you got-TG Caption short in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cole kicked the bathroom door open in rage. He threw his suitcase across the floor spitting something vulgar out of his lips. “I can't believe that ass hat!!” He shouted.
Cole heard the short tune of a pop song resonate from the inside of his suitcase. He ran over to it popping open the case. He reached inside one of the inner pockets and took out a smart-phone. He tapped in the password and saw that he had received a text message.
Hey are you still coming it's about to start? Remember your costume! Can't get in without one!
Cole dropped his phone back into the suitcase and brushed his face with his hand. There was no way he was going to be able to get a costume and arrive at the party on time. There was only limited space and he's spot would be taken if he didn't get there on time.
His dick of a boss made him stay a whole two hours later to finish up some paper work even though he knew that Cole had to be out at a certain time.
Cole picked himself up off the ground
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Mike was cleaning the camera lens for the fourth time that evening when Mr. Prez walked in red faced.
“Still no answer?” Mike asked.
Mr. Prez clenched his phone with rage. “Still no answer.” He said pinching his nose. He looked around the room. All the equipment was set up; the lights, the camera, the props. Everything was in place for the photo shoot except the thing they were shooting.
“I can't believe she did this again. How does she expect to make to make it in this industry if she is always late or a no show?” Mr. Prez said with his head pointed toward the ceiling.
“Maybe she just got caught up? Mike said putting the camera down.
“Oh please I'm tired of her excuses, it's always something.” Mr. Prez looked down at his watch. “Oh we're running out of time and I need these pictures for the spread next week. I can't have another late entry, the outlet will never forgive me.”
Mr. Prez started pacing back and forth.
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Nick watched as his mother pulled out the driveway. “Finally!!”
He closed his blinds and ran over to his cell phone. He brought up his messages and touched David's name.
Nick-Hey man I'll be down there in a minute okay.
David immediately responded back.
David-WHAT ARE YOU TELLING ME FOR!! PLUG IN AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE YOU'RE LATE!! I think the link is starting to effect Alex, he's been to in to long.
David-Why don't you tell him to get offline?
Nick-(Wow he's still texting) He's waiting for you moron!!
Nick put his phone down and closed his door locking it. His mother was going to be gone for at least three hours. Plenty of time.
Nick reached under his bed and pulled out a bulky grayish suitcase. He opened it quickly and put it on his bed. It's contents were dozens of syringes, a camera like device, and can of a clear creamy substance. Nick quickly undressed down to his boxers. He took a handful of the creamy liquid and rubbed over his skin head to to
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Danny pulled into Jackson's driveway. He shut off the car and opened the door. “I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him.” Danny said to Tyler who was sitting in the backseat eating a Twizzler.
“Alright,” he said munching on the red string. “Can you leave the radio on though?”
Danny put the key back into ignition and turned it to the radio setting.
“Yeah, I'll be back,”
Danny closed the door leaving Tyler in the car. Danny walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a second then opened the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, I'm here to pick up Jackson!!”
The living room TV was blaring the Spongebob theme song. Jackson's little sisters were sitting on the rug watching the intro. One of his sisters, Jenny, caught Danny walking in.
“Hey Danny!” She screamed.
Danny's other sister Jessica turned and joined in as well. “Hey Danny!”
Danny smiled and waved. “Hey Jessica and
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Will groaned feeling the sticky water on his skin. He slowly moved back and forth on the
rough floor beneath him. There was a weight on his chest and emptiness down south.
"Will? You awake buddy?” Will heard his friend Ace ask cautiously.
“Ace,” The name slipped out of his mouth sending his mind into shock. Will rose up then slipped back into tub. His vision cleared causing him to scream at the sight of his new body.
“What the hell, Ace I have, my voice it’s, I’m a gir-gir-gir” Ace kneeled down beside his friend trying to calm him.
“Hey, hey buddy calm down man.”
“What happened to me man?” Will exclaimed.
“You don’t remember?” Ace asked.
“Oh..well um.” Ace hesitantly prepped an answer.
“Well um what? WHY AM I LIKE THIS??” Will said his anger and confusion growing.
“Well you may have uh-well you did,”
“Cut to the fucking