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Zombie Story Chapter 1Chapter One- The Beginning
'An ordinary day started with Mr. Classen Yelling at us because we ran around spraying the school with Glade. When our Astronomy teacher ran in and started attacking Mr. Classen for no reason', thought Cheyenne, 'she looked horrible her eyes red and soulless. Her clothes destroyed and her skin was really pale!'
'After she was done attacking Mr. Classen, she wiped around and was sta
ring at Ariel with hate and hunger. She lunged at her aiming for her throat when Cheyenne sprayed her with the can of Glade he had and I dropkicked her,' thought Tyler.
The whole room was in a state of panic after seeing there Astronomy teacher maul Mr. Classen.
"Hey Ariel you should get everyone in the room to calm down," said Tyler. "No! The teacher just tried to eat me," said Ariel as she was rocking back and forth
Dude I don't think she is going to do that. You have to rememb
Times Change: Chapter 2Chapter 2: the hottie,...
My head was hung down in sadness ,as I walked down the hall to my first class after I took a trip to the office to receive my schedule and my locker number along with its combination, until I ran into something solid.
I looked up to find that I ran right into Alexander.
I remember that a few minutes ago when I had my hair pulled by the school's tyrannical queen, Lexi, that I heard a growl as I looked at him then his eyes had changed from his blue-green eyes he is staring at me with now to golden like a wolf's.
I quickly in a panic, "I'm sorry. I should've been watching where I was going," as I took off before he had a chance to say something back.
I watched as the mystery girl took off "someone is in a rush," as I felt Lexi touch my shoulder.
Lexi scoffed "she ran into you on purpose so she must be punished. Eric, Eli make her pay."
The two dirty, blonde haired, hazel eyed identical twins nodded in agreement.
I didn't like where this wa
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
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