Dear Diary What The Fuck Happened!!?? by Dominic Perucca

Dear diary,
Today was the worst day ever. The start of the day was shitty no not figuratively but literally. I woke up with a huge piece of shit on my chest (I still have no idea how that go there). But I didn't immediately know that regretfully. I had an itch on my chest and went to scratch it… that's when I found out. I saw it all over my hands and under my finger nails and vomited all over myself. All that fun made me late to work on top of that cause I had to take a longer shower and clean my bed. I guess I have not been to work in about three weeks since that's what my boss told me and I was fired. But I remember going to work, getting home and then sleeping.
Then I wake up with a huge dump on my chest that is all. Nothing in between I cant remember anything. So now I am pist off that I rushed to work for nothing after having shit on my chest. So on my way back home I get into an accident totaling the car lucky me right. With no job and not paying bills for about a month I don't have insurance and no money. Now I have to walk the rest of the way home what a joy. So now I am felling really shitty metaphorically this time.
     So I start the twenty mile walk to my house. So I need to walk through the marshes since I cant use the bridge without a car. The marshes was the easiest and by far most peaceful part of my day. In fact it was quite relaxing at the time it was a nice escape from my day. So since I couldn't use the bridge I have to walk on this cliff around part of the bay. Again fate shows its cruel hand. A stupid fucking blonde bimbo fuck had to be texting and DRIVING at the same time what the fuck is she thinking? Who honestly thinks that driving is just as easy when you look at the road than when you don't? its like she assumed that nothing could possibly happen what if I was a little kid and didn't react like I did she would of killed me! I mean shit you don't drive on the wrong side of the road but doing that and not looking that's plain retarded.
     Anyway I jump out of the way into the fucking ocean. Its hard to swim with your cloths on I could of drowned. On top of that Garfeel swims up to me and asks for some lasagna like I had any. So I tell him to fuck off. He didn't like that and the little shit head bit me. So I grabbed his sorry ass and beat him a couple of times against the cliff wall. I felt good until a PETA boat came. What the fuck I didn't even know they had boats. So they "arrest" me and put me on the boat I wasn't mad since now I wouldn't drown. So I guess lately people are sick of Garfeel and are abusing him so they have been following him for his protection. They told me they would do everything that "we" people do to animals. So I asked what do you mean you people. They said something like all the pain you do to animals and we are going to find out what you have done just you wait. Or some shit like that then the only funny part of the happened. They man leaned on me to interrogate me. And not how you think, he actually LEANED on me what the fuck? I laughed at him and he mumbled some thing like it normally works. By far the best part of my horribly shitty day. Then I hear a thud and Manta-T says "I pity the fool who runs over my sorry fat ass with a boat" then I was laughing so hard I was crying. I said look at what you guys just did you ran over a animal with a fucking boat. He didn't like that and said hear is a taste of your own medicine you bastard! He started to pour no more tears shampoo in my eyes. It wasn't that bad at first but then it got into my mouth. It tasted horribly not at all my cup of tea. So I said fuck it and got up and when I got to the deck of the ship saw I was at the port by my house.
     So I continued walking home again for the last mile of my trek. I was paranoid that some shit was going to go down but nothing happened thank god well at least for a while. So I get back home and I decided to check my email to see if I could find clues to the past three weeks. For better or worse I did. The first email I noticed was in all caps and read GAY PORN REALLY OMFG LOL!!?? It was from a friend so I clicked on it. He asked why I was doing gay porn now and that my girlfriend found out and told him to tell me we were through. Apparently I have been in over fifty gay porns I don't remember doing. I opened the one next to it on the list titled job offer. Thinking it would be a way to get a new job. Nope it sure as hell wasn't that it was offers to be in gay porns with titles like Ed Edd in Eddy, cloudy with a chance of meat and balls 2, and spluge bob. Saying as the new king of gay porn Hardy Stone wood this would be the perfect jobs for me.
     So I had enough of emails for a day and turned on the news. Just my luck I see my picture in the corner of the screen. Well I thought to hell with it couldn't have done anything worse. So I decided to sit down and watch it. Turns out there was a reason I couldn't remember the last three weeks! Apparently there was there was the fucking gorgeous women with huge breasts. She could hypnotize any man by revealing them and spinning them around in a circle. She then would use them to make different porns and take all the money for herself. She had many victims but I apparently am the most famous sadly. I have no idea what the fuck I am going to do now. I wonder how long until everyone will forget if they ever forget.
ALTERNATE ENDING
(from when he checks his email)
Well today cant possibly get worse I thought. Wrong again so fucking terribly wrong. I heard "hey baby welcome home" and it wasn't no female's voice either. I nearly shit my pants and turned them into a fudge factory. I turned around and saw this big fat man with the hammer tattooed to his arm. Oh fuck this I thought to my self (and no not the fat man). I told him to get the fuck out. He responded by saying "Why would you say something like that to your wife" I will admit I did turn my shorts into a fudge factory at that point. "now come please your wife" he started to try to put his arm around me. I backed up told him "Ok but first I need to grab the bacon grease fat fuck" and grabbed my wallet and ran out of the house. I have a feeling I should of stayed with him cause maybe if I told him I wasn't in the mood he would of left me alone. But now I am with this fat man crashing at his place for fifty dollars. And I find it hard to squeeze my cheeks after all those weeks of gay porn. Which has me worried cause I think he has it in for me.

Present by Sarah Castellanos

Not having you present helped take the pain away, It was easier to let go not having to see your face Although for a while there was not a day            That my heart did not ache Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, To hear your voice, just a simple hello But we're worlds apart Speaking different languages Using separate alphabets Years will have passed,                 I awake from a delicate kiss by my true love Breakfast in bed;                 News paper at my feet Flipping through,                    As I always do "Today he has passed" And that is the last I will ever hear

Last Piece to an Endless Puzzle by Sarah Castellanos

I didn't ask for my heart to be complete I never expected to be swept off my feet The hardest things to conquer in life                                 Are happiness and love,  We must have been blessed from above-                                 I planned my own life As I sat writing the script      Falling behind, because I was missing a role           Finally placing you in the open holes               Love was not my plead for help-         Yet the answers to my cries What is love? This is love, pleasing to the soul-                 Caretaker of the heart, so intensely formed, The last piece to an endless puzzle

A Love That Will Take Us Past The Day We Die by Sarah Castellanos

We aren't born ready for life's hardships Left to think we will never grow accustomed Emotions affecting the ongoing movement of our lives                 Unable to think past today       Tears roll from my eyes Then love arrives                 You have to finally see That only love can set you free                 Taking away the mask;                                 That we've hid behind Healing the scars and infliction                                   Becoming my new addiction Love gives you the bravery you've seeked                 The courage you've thrived                                 Replacing all the hope you've denied I used to constantly pray for help: And plead for an answer Now I'm left with only one plead- Don't ever leave me You complete my heart, and finish my puzzle Love is a necessity                 The reason my heart beats                 Passion running through my veins,                                 Illuminating my soul

Remains Just as a Memory by Sarah Castellanos

Tears fall from my eyes Fall to the floor and become unrecognized Waiting for the moment you feel strong enough               to rise again Your head clouded with cocaine Your thoughts injected with heroin Unable to think clearly Spreading the wings you're convinced you have Trying to run from your problems Attempting to fly through the sky Unable to come back to earth; And grasp reality, Your life becoming a massive hallucination Unable to call yourself an addict Stuck in a faze- That you can stop if necessary, It's all imaginary A figmentation that you've created To identify yourself; And prove that you're not comparable- Not an ordinary addict

Past by Sarah Castellanos

Sipping; The old English tea you always brew, Trying to draw a picture, Connecting the dots Of what went wrong the cause for what took you to the edge, Taking the last step Before plummeting over the ledge We've sat on the same bench- Just at different times We have seen the same life beauties- Just through separate eyes Watched the same birds fly through the air And stared at the same moon hanging low in the sky Our paths cross, Yet never touch Veering out in a distinctive direction Leading so far off That they will never cross again Leading you to confusion, and unhappiness Deep into thoughts of misery A continuous struggle of not recognizing mistakes Plunging into the lakes of tears I've cried for you

Secret Obsession by Mackenzie Bush

Don't take the title the wrong way; it's not what you think. I don't
have this super weird crazy obsession. It's simple, I really love to
sing. Whenever I'm home alone, I sing. Whenever I drive alone, I
sing. Basically, whenever no one else can hear me, I'm singing…and I
can pretty much guarantee that. I really have no idea if I'm good or
not though because I'm always too scarred to actually sing for someone.
Plus, singing has always been my oldest sister's "thing" so that's why
I don't want to sing for my family. It really just helps me express
what I'm feeling at the moment; sad, happy, lonely…whatever. I've
never really been one to always have dreams and if I do have one I
normally don't remember it. There was this one dream that I can't
forget though. It said "Washington High Schools Talent Show" over my
head on a huge orange banister. I was sitting on a stole on a lightly
lit stage with a faded spotlight over the top of me. You could see the
silhouette of the figure of me and my guitar and I was singing
"Hallelujah," one of my favorite songs. I wasn't scarred and I wasn't
holding back. I didn't have to think about someone coming every time I
heard footsteps. The only person I would actually consider singing for
is my sister, Jackie. She is the one person I trust to not judge me or
laugh at me if I suck or something. She has always taught me to never
judge anyone because everyone is special in their own way. I don't
know why but I just can't tell anyone, it's weird. I did sing once for
my mom in like 5th grade and she called everyone in my family and made
me sing for them. So something my mom would do, too. But that was
obviously a really long time ago and I guess that just seemed to fade.
My love for singing never really changed though. It's so funny because
sometimes I will hear songs in the car or in a movie or something that
I can't wait to get home and look up the lyrics and sing. I'm not
talking about how you joke around sing and sing in the shower and
stuff… like I really sing, like I said before though I really don't
know if I'm good or not. Before softball started and my sister Jackie
came home from the air force I would sing from the time I got home to
the time my dad got home from work at about 5:30. Now I don't get to
as much as I used to and I miss it. I do sometimes when I'm driving
but I get scarred that people are going to hear me or see me at
spotlights and that's really embarrassing so I don't very much. I know
this probably sounds ridiculous and cliché but I would really love to
just blow everyone away at a big event or something. Like my dream.
I'm not saying I could "blow anyone away" but you understand what I'm
saying, to just let goof my fear. I wish it was as easily done then
said.

Parents by Mackenzie Bush

So basically I love all kinds of music, really I do. I love hip hop,
country, rap, soul, everything. Sometimes I think it's so funny
because my mom listens to one type of music and that is it, country.
Not that anything is wrong with that, I love country music, but I can't
just listen to one kind of music all the time because you get bored
with it and it gets old. If we are in the car listening to music and I
change the station and rap is playing she doesn't even give it a
chance, she will change the station automatically. But, if I change
her station in the car she will like… go crazy on me. She says that
rap music is degrading to woman and that all it talks about is sex,
drugs, and alcohol. Honestly, I can think of a lot of country songs
that are saying the same exact thing as rap music is, it's just not in
the same words. Maybe country music doesn't come out and say it like
rap music does but it all comes down to they are both talking about the
same thing. This is just one example of how parents can be so
hypocrital sometimes. Like why is it that it's ok for you to curse but
for me? And why is it that it's ok for your room to be a mess but not
mine? And why is it that you can use all the attitude in the world but
the second I use one little stitch of attitude you scream at me. And
why can you scream at me but then if I scream at you back I can't talk
to you that way?

When Lights go Out By Andrew Della Valle

I sit here waiting,
As all my vision begins fading.
I think I am i need of saving.
From these demons, misbehaving.

All of the wrongs I have committed.
And, as for my life, I have short lived it.

As the Lights go out,
They begin to scream and also shout.
Scare the little kids 'till they pout.

I am scared for my life.
So, I grab for my knife.
That resides in my desk,
Locked away in a chest.

Yet i open the draw,
To see past events that I've saw

When i was much younger,
When my imagination had thunder.
When i saw pirates with plunder
My parents had me blanketed from he word, i was covered.
Where people dare not even utter.
The word to one another.

Like i said, "I was Younger."

Pretty Woman by Camaria Nelson

In her vanity,
She fixes a hair out of place
Wipes the lipstick from her teeth
Puts the powder on her face

In her vanity,
She covers the black and the blue
Conceals her bags of deprivation
She hides the roots that show true

In her vanity,
The bright lights start to burn
Soft skin melts to leather
An iron stomach starts to churn

In her vanity,
Her palms start to itch
Her ears are on fire
The sweat stats to drip

If a mirror could talk
What a tale it'd tell
It'd tell you a story
Of how such life went to shell
If the reflection she saw
Was whats he thought she's see
She wouldn't be so lost in her vanity 

Saviour by Irvin Dina

These preachers teach through speeches that Jesus was love
But these figures have no emotion a serious lack thereof
Officials sending their kids to fight wars? That's fairy tale lore
Expose the true core, let the truth rain down, let it pour
Recruit soldiers from poor hoods, to amass worldly goods
The leader speaks false words, tricking men from the backwoods
Into believing fighting for him is the right, through teachings of Christianity
Corrupted by vanity, they altered history to control humanity
Speak with ornate simplicity, my lyrics delivered with explicit intricacies
Intricately speak malicious ethnocentricities as in black words spoken illicitly
In the fall of Earth, all humanity is complicit, your involvement is implicit
Pessimistic visions push for simplistic decisions... To the reasons I'll primp-a-visit
Linguistic revisions altered the Hebrew Bible, King James citing artistic vision
Forcing a quill into the Word, making a deep incision, giving Truth a circumcision
Putting provisions on the Word Of God, dulling what was seen like blurred television
A poor rendition of holy conditions when in fact their divinity was complete superstition
A blue eyed blond man nailed to a cross… That left me deeply perplexed
Christian texts speak to copper skin, but these white paintings leave me vexed
But Christianity's lies are deeper than that, far more complex
Dead Sea Scrolls, multiple hidden texts speaking of truer subjects
A virgin in Jesus' time was a nun, so Virgin Mary was a play on words
It seems lies are preferred, all of Christianity's miracles are absurd
The old world revered people of importance, calling them spirits and gods
So perhaps Gabriel was merely a mythologized man… What are the odds
Now I could further debunk teachings, eradicate this junk
But I only work to spark thoughts, push you to look through history's trunk

Garvey spoke of a mass migration for the African American nation
King spoke words of love, to treat others akin to brotherhood relations
Malcolm spoke of four hundred years of oppression, approached equality with aggression
Left an impression on the youth, but now the youth move in regression
Spouting righteous intentions, then murder each other over small tensions
To right our lives, they say knowledge will help you survive
Because knowledge is cancerous, intelligence breathes, wisdom is alive
But what is handed down to the youth is far from truth
Uncouth lies uncovered by this young sleuth
Clinton was not the first "black" president
Reason why Lincoln is on the only copper cent
America's true history is buried beneath cement
I speak nothing but truth like I was injected with serum
Profound thoughts of a deep mind is all you're hearin'
But predictably, you will write me off as a conspiracy theorist
But the harder you deny me, the more I know you feel this
Similar to Peter, who denied Christ three times for fear of death
And after three nights his faith was spoken on his every breath
But for his denial he died gruesomely, crucified upside down
John, the beloved disciple, never denied his savior's crown
And he died a peaceful death, for faithful behaviors he was renown
So chose to reject me or accept me, I only speak for your sake
Either way, the entire world will be swept up in my wake
Your mind is tethered to reality, it lacks true vitality
My words are meant to spark your dull mortality
I withdraw into the spirit for inspiration through meditation
My divine mediation meant to eradicate all your trepidation
I stand utterly unhindered by reality or social constraints
But hope is faint, the youth is corrupted by tainted saints
The media is a lie spouting beast, hiding reality beneath pop stories
Censoring men dying in the Middle East, the truth is reality is gory
My soul sighing, chills fill men for the future is bleak
Over his dying children God weeps, on their behalf I speak

You Say Hello by Lianne Woo

The room was covered in solidified white paint and creased borders of fancy. A mirror as big as the wall was attached to the sides. A throne for a king stood in the middle where one might use when needed, and a fountain of flowing fluids was to the left of it, with small crystal handles of glory to control it. What looked like a gigantic oval bowl was to the right of the throne, where clear water would spill into, hung over in a deep sensation. This beautiful room, was just of a bathroom.<br/>
A young girl of teen years dragged herself inside this room, her eyes filled with tears, crying for something or someone to stop. The uncontrollable female ran to the sink, leaning over it with hands clenched into fists, giving in to what was against her.<br/>
"Shut up! Please, just go away!" She shrieked to the wiped-clean mirror. Tear after tear seemed to come crashing down into the marble sink.
'You are not of worth in this life, take it away. Get out, for you know its true yourself…' The sudden voice whispered out, though there was no one else in the tiny room to be found.<br/>
'Do it, finish it.' The raspy voice continued as the girl issued a small breath away, releasing her soul little by little.<br/>
"No, I mustn't." She calmly said back in response. The young girl thought for a second, 'I just need to relax and force it to leave. I'll take an eased bath to punch it away.'<br/>
She quickly stripped away her baggy green pants and sweatshirt, turning the crystal handle above the oval bowl. The handle was switched all the way to the opposite side from how it started; boiling hot.<br/>
Her short brown hair swayed as she cleanly slipped into the waters. Wondrous how she can enter so calmly into the scantly hot liquids. She went in all the way, til her whole body -feet to face- was fully under the caressing waters. Holding her breathe, she began to finally relax.
After a short minute, she emerged back to the surface, with a small grin. Happy as can be. To her immediate right, planted on the side was a small shampoo bottle with a push handle. -where one uses their palm and gently pushes down to release the shampoo through it's spout- Her arm came from below the waters to accept some hair soap. With a slight face of confusion- no gift of cleansing came out. She took hold of the bottle, twisting it open, taking out the releasing tube, and finding the bottle clean of even one drop of shampoo left. The girl took the bottle and chucked it out of the tub.<br/>
With her hands, she took her time staring blankly at the push-down tube.<br/>
'Isn't it interesting? Seeing such a tool, a tool like yourself.' The sharp voice struck at random that moment. This time the voice came from a far distance behind her, yet all there was- was a wall of slated cement.<br/>
-Splash- Her hair floated up to the surface as she pushed her head down into the tub water of filth. Seconds later she came up with a deep gasp for air.<br/>
Her eyes became wet, not of water, but of tears once again.<br/>
"What do you want?!?" She screamed out.<br/>
'Pick up that push tube, now!' The manly voice demanded.<br/>
She followed the orders as commanded and picked it up, looking it up and down. 'What would be the point of this' she thought.<br/>
'The point? Oh, only something. But isn't it interesting?' It said with a hinted piece of a chuckle as it intersected her thoughts.<br/>
She kicked off the bottom water stopper, to release the trapped H2O in the tub. As it went down the drain she took the tube gadget and put it into and above the water, pressing down on the tube, having a stream of water come through from the spout.<br/>
'See that? What a toy.' It commented at her actions.<br/>
The naked girl smiled, and continued pressing down onto it as the water spat out. Little by little, the water seemed to go away as it went down the drain. Soon enough, there was no more water left.<br/>
Disappointment began to cover her face. A light bulb went bright above her head, but was it hers? She took the tube and put it over her left leg and took a fast move and pressed down. The pressure of the tube pulled her skin up, turning it red.<br/>
Again, she pressed the levered tube down, changing the skin pulled into the tube, to a rosy red. Her face crinkled, as if it was a bit painful.
'Keep it up…' The voice responded to her pain.<br/>
She listened.<br/>
Taking the tube, she pushed down one more time. And this time, revealing a red blood stream to fill the tube as her skin burst.<br/>
She pushed it again. Having her own blood come forced out the tube, filling the tube with little blood.<br/>
Continuing, she pressed it again, and again, and again. Filling part of the empty tub.<br/>
She stopped, feeling as if that was enough to please the voice.<br/>
<br/>
The pain began to hurt more and more, as my leg began bleeding on its own. With the help of the tube pulling it out. The voice was far gone, away.
I felt faint, tired, weak, soulless. I wanted out. I began climbing out the tub, slipping on my own blood I tripped myself, hitting my head against the wall behind me.<br/>
The pain in my left leg wasn't getting any better, and I felt too weak to get up. Laying in the tub, I started to drift away…<br/>
I woke up an hour later, with the surprise of a bit more blood being released from my leg. Before it was too late, I tried once again to get up. I was too dizzy and empty inside from the loss of so much blood, I couldn't pull myself up again.<br/>
I just laid there, seeing such things, seeing such lights up in the ceiling. I began to stare, not knowing why. Feeling tired, wanting to sleep.
Wanting to sleep.<br/>
I guess now, I can, for more than what I need.

Clowns by Emilia Morua

They may be funny looking with their colorful wigs and painted on smiles. They may even make you laugh at the clumsiness and attempt to throw a pie at each other. You may even laugh at what they wear. But don't be fooled by those painted on smiles or those colorful wigs. Everyone has a secret even a clown.    For all we know a clown with a blue wig and a giant red smile painted on his face could be a psycho path, or even an escaped convict. You would never know because they are in a disguise. That same exact clown could be at your house, in your family room, entertaining a group of eight year olds. If I were you I wouldn't let that clown anywhere near your child.    As you watch the clown carefully make balloon animals for the kids, you notice that he keeps looking at your older daughter. Once he finishes making the balloon animals he makes a balloon in the shape of a heart. He starts to walk towards your daughter, but you quickly pull a twenty out of your pocket that you were saving for later to give him. You shove the twenty in his hand and lead him away from your daughter towards the door. He turns and smiles.    "Give this to your daughter." He says while handing you the balloon.    You grab the balloon and shove him over the threshold slamming the door in his face. You press your left palm to the door, with right arm hanging down by your side holding the balloon, as you look through the peep hole. You watch him drive away in his yellow ploka-dotted clown car. You turn around pressing your back up against the door taking a couple of deep breathes. You start to squeeze the balloon between both of your hands as you wonder about the creepy clown that was just in your house. Thoughts come rushing threw your head as soon as you close your eyes.     He could have been a crazy person who escaped from an aslyum. Or worse a killer clown.      Your eyes snap open from the pressure of the balloon popping between your hands. You let the balloon fall from your grasp as you walk back to the party. As you pass the hallway you see Jimmy, your son, sitting on the floor with his kness pulled up to his chest.    "Jimmy what are doing in the hall?" You kneel in front of him placing your hand on his knee.    He thrusts himself into your arms resting his head on your shoulder. You cradle him back and forth stroking his hair. He pulls away and looks into your eyes. You place your left palm on his cheek, " What's wrong?"    "He told me to give this to you mommy." He says handing you an envelope.    "Who told you to give it to me Jimmy? Who?" You demand taking the envelope from his hand.    "The clown." He answers looking away from your eyes.    "Go back to the party." You quickly say.    He nods standing up. You watch him return to the party before you open the envelope. You take the letter out and start to read it.    I knew you wouldn't give her the heart. So I am going to have to take yours.     Your heart starts to beat faster as you try to remember where you hired the clown from. You run up stairs remembering that the card with the clown's boss's number on it is in your purse. You plan to call his boss as soon as you find the card and demand that he tells you the background of the clown he sent over. You run into your bedroom and realize that your room is a mess. While you are rummaging through things you hear your door squeak shut. You slowly lift your head up hoping it's your husband wanting some alone time and not a crazed. You notice that the person who closed your door is wearing big red shoes, has a painted smile, and is wearing a blue wig.    Just as your about to scream the clown rushes over and slaps his dirty hand over your mouth. He places himself behind you with his hand still over your mouth. You close eyes trying to pretend that this is all a dream, that there really isn't a crazy clown holding you hostage in your own bedroom. Your eyes twitch open when you feel a stinging sensation on your right cheek. You feel something wet run down the side of your cheek. You let out a squeal underneath his hand.    "Shhh.." He whispers in your ear.    His warm breath sends chills all over your body. You start to cry as he strokes your hair.    "You should've given her the balloon." He whispered into your ear.    You see anything can happen. So my advice is to never trust a clown. Never let them near you or your house. Just remember anything can happen. Oh, did I ever mention that I hate clowns?

Rainy Days & Candy Hearts by Matthew Goncalves

Rainy Days


    My reflection, your reflection, everyone's reflections are most happy on rainy days. They are happy because they love to see us. That's exactly why they become so happy, because on rainy days they can see us all the time because of the water. All of the water from the clouds fall down to the earth and , forming small sometimes big puddles on the rock hard asphalt. These puddles are actually various holes, or windows that allow us to see into the world of reflection. It also allows the world of reflection to see us. The puddles act just as mirrors, metal, plastic or anything that reflects. I know for a fact that the citizens of the world of reflection like to look at us because every time I look at my reflection, he is staring right back at me. So every time you see your reflection say hi because it has feelings as well.

Candy Hearts

    Every time I see a candy heart I almost cry. During the Valentines Day season everyone buys some for their loved ones to show how the feel for each other. But if everyone in the world knew what the candy hearts were really coming from they would want to cry as well. These candy heart "factories" are infested with murderers. These "Candy Hearts" they make are actually real hearts that belong to tiny ginger bread men. These people have teleporting machines which take them to the Candy World where the ginger bread men rule. Once they get there, they try to capture as many ginger bread men as possible and take them to the slaughter house (factory). That is where they are set in tables and have their tiny hearts ripped out of their chests. It is so very sad. I have seen this all with my own eyes. But that's not all. After their hearts are removed they are taken scribes who specialize in miniature writing, and they write special little phrases on the hearts. But when the candy heart process is complete. The ginger bread men corpses are refrigerated until the winter season comes, when the are used for the Christmas holiday. All these national holidays are based on the killings of innocent creatures and it saddens me.

Powers by Aquilla Peerman

Chapter One             My name is Destiny. I'm 22 years old and damn I've lived a crazy life so far. I grew up in Jamaica. It hasn't all been sunny beaches and ganja. That's all that the tourists come out here for. Except for the couple that come out here every two months. Everyone around the way know that they are not here to see the beaches or drink the rum. They're here to come into the trees and see what we have.             I've always spent my time here. I grew up as one of the boys in my neighborhood. They treated me like one of the boys even though I wasn't one. I had no breasts or ass. I was one of the boys until I was 12.              When I was 12 and got my period, all hell broke loose. Including the seams to my clothes. I had hips that rivaled my mothers. I had breasts that were perky and juicy. I had dark brown skin, almost black but I was still hot. All the guys from town were always telling me my best assets were my eyes. They weren't blue or green but it was the shape of them. They were perfect cat eyes. My father said that it was my eyes that projected what I was feeling. He always said I was his number one boy and girl. I had two brothers but my dad said they wouldn't survive in the world like I would. I was the youngest of all of them, but I treated them like they were all younger than me. I've had to slap some of their girlfriends for getting loud or trying to disrespect my brothers.             The women in my family are notorious. The men women and children around the neighborhood know about the women in my family. We are a force to be reckoned with. We took no shit from anyone, male or female. We would quickly make an example of them in front of anyone who wanted to see what we were up to. The men who got involved with us never knew what went on with the women when we got together. Instead of the males running the family, the females did. Everyone thought my mom wasn't going to be able to produce a girl but she did and I'm here, and she raised and taught me well.             I was never going to be one of those girls that got beat up on, cheated on, probably so but that man would be a fool to do something like that to me. I would never cheat on a man because I believe what goes around come around. I think that if I ever fell in love with a man and I cheated on the one before, I would be heartbroken by the man I was with. Like I said before what goes around comes around. The women in my family make karma into something real and that is not just an old saying.             The woman of my life is my mother. She has been there for me since before I was born. She was close with her mother since before she was born too. Her mother died when I was two years old. My mother still prays to her mother everyday and night. My mother taught me valuable things about other women. How they will lie, cheat, and steal to get their way was one lesson. Women and men alike are not to be trusted at times.             My father taught me how to handle myself like a lady but fight like a man. He always said to remain calm in a crazy situation. He told me to never ever let anyone tell me I'm not worth anything and everything in the world because I am. Yes, I'm a daddy's girl but I'm also a mommy's girl.             My best friend is a woman named Layla. She's 22 also and the closest friend I have. She knows about the women in my family but is not afraid. She knows what we do in my family is to be kept a secret at all times even though the whole neighborhood speculates. Layla has been known to get herself into crazy situations and I'm always there to help her get out of them. There's no way I can let myself be put into some of the situations she has put herself into. She loves me like I'm her real blood sister. Her family has never liked mine but they always sucked it up because we made each other happy. They better or there will be hell to pay.             My two brothers are twins and that means they are double the trouble, sometimes triple. Mekhi is the trouble maker of the two. He's the one who can never control his woman, or keep his mouth shut. He likes reckless and crazy women who he can't seem to keep in check. He wants a woman who has a crazy baby daddy who can't seem to let the woman go.             Mark is the quiet but deadly one. He was teased in grade school but finally put a stop to that. He doesn't bring many girls around but always has this one guy friend around.

Game Over by Travis Freitas

Tony was stoked at school because later he was having a sleep over at his house with three friends even his parents won't be home tonight. At lunch Tony, Jeff, Billy, and Alex were talking about what they were going to do at the sleep over Tony said "my house sp I got the food" and Alex said "well I can bring the alcohol". Jeff told them "I can bring some games for us to play" and Billy claimed "I got the movies guys".

(Later That Night)

                Ding Dong… Tony jumped up off the couch and ran to the door "hey guys" Tony said happily "sup Tony" they all replied at the same time Tony let them come into the living room. The boys chose to eat before they did anything else. Tony said "I got some pizzas here to eat" "alright!" Alex exclaimed as he pulled out some beers all the boys grabbed a beer and started to devour the pizzas while chugging beer every once in a while. Billy belched loudly and said "ok let's get on the 360 and play some Mw2" everyone but Billy said "ok" in the middle of the game just as Tony had Alex in the cross hairs of his scope the power shut off and they were devastated. Tony screamed "WHAT THE FUCK" Jeff screamed like a little girl when Jeff quit screaming Tony heard the back door close and Tony whispered "some one is in the house guys" each boy reached into their bags and produced a weapon Tony pulled out a Knife, Billy pulled out brass knuckles, Jeff pulled out a pistol, and Alex pulled a sword out of a cane that he always carries. Alex said "ok everyone keep low and follow me" walking down the black hallways was hard because you can barely see in front of you. Alex was in the front followed by Jeff and then Tony then Billy at the very end. When the boys almost go to the end of the hallway they heard a crashing sound and they all turned around and all they saw were brass knuckles on the ground and no Billy "shit" whispered Alex Tony said "We are going to get picked off one by one" all the boys ran down the hallway and into Tonys parents room and Tony went over and lit some candles on the dresser then walked over to the closet and pulled out a trunk inside there were a lot of guns and knives inside the trunk the boys divided the weapons by three people. After all the weapons were sorted Alex had his gun pointed at the window. Jeff had his gun aimed at the door Tony sat on the bed waiting for his shift. Jeff was bored and falling asleep at his position until he heard a whisper at the door "Jeff its Billy let me in I need help" Jeff leaped up and Drew his weapon as he opened the door he ran out to help Billy "NO!" Alex and Tony yelled at the same time Tony jumped up to go close the door but before the door closed Jeff's head came rolling into the room the expression on his head was devastating his mouth was wide open and his eyes were open all the way "Oh shit" Alex yelled as he grabbed the head and threw it out the window. Alex and Tony both grabbed the bed and put it in front of the door Tony jumped up onto the bed and Alex stood on the floor facing the bed when all of a sudden BLAM BLAM BLAM the killer put Three bullets into Alex's chest from under the bed Tony aimed his gun down and unloaded a clip into the bed hoping to kill the murderer the bed shook violently and Tony jumped off and the bed was pushed out of the way The door opened and in walks Billy holding two pistols and out rolled another person from under the bed "see we should of watched the dam movie" Billy said as he threw a knife across the room and into Tonys thigh Tony dropped to the floor "you see im the best at Mw2" and he threw another knife across the room and it buried itself deep into Tonys chest piercing his heart "game over" Billy said as he turned to walk out of the room.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

It's Not What It Appears to Be by Cindy Guerrero

It was a warm summer day only six months ago, she remembers the way the sun shone so bright that day and the way it made Dillon's eyes look even deepen hone-green than they already were. That day on the beach was one of the best days that she and Dillon had spent together. It was a perfect setting, mid-day, walking hand-in-hand along the shore with the man who she thought she loved. Her life couldn't be more perfect. It had been a great two week vacation in Beauty Beach and they had hoped it would pass slower, but it didn't. Knowing it would be their last night together in this gorgeous setting, Dillon had planned a very special surprise for Victoria. He paid for a gorgeous candlelit dinner on the beach right as the sun went down. He knew that Victoria had always wished for something as special as this to happen to her, and he made sure that she didn't have a clue as to what would be happening that night.

-"Victoria, are you dressed yet?"

- "Can't you be a little patient? Beauty takes time."

-"Babe, you have a natural beauty"

As she heard these words, Victoria felt her heart beat faster and slower at the same time, at that moment she realized that she didn't only like Dillon; she was in love with him. And she knew that night would be the night that she wanted tell him this and prove to him just how much he truly meant to her. But little did she know that this dream of hers would soon be over.

            That last night she spent in Dillon's arms was the best night of her life. She knew it was the only time she had said "I love you" and actually felt she meant it. The setting had been perfect and the time couldn't have been any better, this is what had made her feel like she was doing the right thing by letting herself be guided by the moment and nothing else. And although now she came to think that it might have been a mistake, it was a mistake that she would never regret. She knew she could never bring herself to regret something as wonderful as what had happened that night.

            By the time Victoria woke up the next morning, Dillon had already left. At first she was worried when she didn't see him by her side, but when she saw the gorgeous red rose on the pillow next to her and a note that said "last night was amazing, see you on the shore for breakfast." All of her worries had disappeared and she was now overcome by a feeling of warmth and happiness that she had never felt before.

            As she walked outside she was surprised at how warm the day already was. She started down the back steps of her room and began her search for her boyfriend. When she finally spotted him she was startled to see that he had already laid out a checkered table cloth and a buffet of all types of fruit. As she approached him she was happy to see that he had a huge smile spread across hr face, she knew that last night meant just as much to him as it did to her.

-         "Good morning sleeping beauty."

-          "Good morning."

-          "Ready for breakfast?"

-          "Of course, I'm starving."

As she bit into her first strawberry she thought that she tasted something funny in it, but she didn't bother to say anything because she thought he might be offended by it. Instead she offered him a smile and asked if there was anything to drink. Sure enough, Dillon had packed her favorite juice, grapefruit. Victoria knew that grapefruit juice had a unique taste, but today she felt it was a bit stronger than she had noticed, but once again she stayed quiet in fear of hurting Dillon's feelings.

Once breakfast was over, Dillon and Victoria decided to take a walk along the beach before they headed back to their room to pack. After a short while, Victoria started feeling light headed and Dillon offered to take her back to their room. When they got through the door, Victoria fell to the floor in what she taught was exhaustion, from there; Dillon picked her up and carried her to their bed. Victoria had absolutely no clue what was going on with her or why she felt so tired, but she was afraid it might be something serious so she told Dillon to please pack all of their things because they were leaving a few hours early so that they could try to catch her doctor before he left the office. Dillon then disappeared into the other room. And feeling calm knowing that she was going to be home soon, Victoria fell into a deep soothing sleep.

When she finally woke up, Victoria noticed that she couldn't feel her arms or legs and when she tried to move, her body didn't seem to function. She tried to scream for Dillon, but she soon realized that she couldn't talk either. Lost in frustration, all she could do was let the tears stroll down her face as she waited for Dillon to come and check on her.

-"Good morning baby."

            Dillon was sitting in the chair right next to her and she hadn't ever noticed it. She felt reliever at the sound of his voice, but when he got up and she saw the harsh smirk on his face she realized something was wrong.

-         " I really thought that you would be smart enough to taste the difference in the strawberry's or even in your favorite juice, but I guess that would be too complex for you to realize now wouldn't it?"

Victoria finally realized she hadn't been wrong about the taste, and that it was Dillon who put something in her food and drink to make her feel this way. She loved Dillon and she thought that he loved her too, but she was wrong. In a moment a rush of questions rushed into her head. By now Victoria was sweating and her eyes were looking from place too place. She couldn't bring herself to look at Dillon. Not after what he had done to her. She felt so betrayed, she felt so stupid. How could she be so blind as to never see that he was lying to her the whole time? How could she not sense that he was a bad person? She had no answers to these questions and she felt so badly for herself. She knew that this was the end, not only for her and Dillon, but for her life as well. She finally brought herself to look at Dillon and when she did had had a ignorant look in his face. With the same sick smile on his face, Dillon whispered in her ear

-"Good night baby, I love you."

After a moment, Victoria breathed her last breath and slowly closed her eyes. She was dead.

Tremors: Rapped by Ana Garcia

Jennie:

I hear soft murmurs of foot steps a few feet behind me.  My heart accelerates, practically bursting from my chest.  My hyperventilating lungs make quick rasping like wheezing sounds as my mouth turned dry.  I'm too scared to run I'm frozen in place; Stuck in an adrenaline rush that has my muscles all locked up and tense. My mind searches frantically for a reasonable explanation;

 Maybe it's another crazy cat, who happens to be in my house…again when I'm all alone?

  A strong repugnant order of testosterone hits my nostrils like a slap to the face.  It's the final click that pushed my tensed muscles into motion.  I dash to the front door in the darkened empty house.  In this moment of panic, I feel as though the walls are closing in on me- trapping me in a tomb.  It feels like I've running for hours, when in fact only seconds or even a fraction of a second seem to have really passed.

 As I'm running and so desperately trying to ignore the heavy setted foot steps behind me.  It's impossible to overlook that this is happening to me.  The only reasonable explanation is that I'm dreaming and that once I make it to the front door ill wake up to another normal regular day were all I have to worry about is school, boys and prom.

My sticky- sweaty fingers makes the briefest - slightest contact for a second before I'm thrown against the unevenly textured wall by inhumanly disgusting clammy hands. He presses his body behind mine, pushing my face into the rough wall. His masculinity is hard against the small of my back "Don't move little girl, your mine now"- I feel the sharpness and coldness of a razors blade.  Its sharp edge against the nape of my neck.

I feel a trembling wave of fear, disgust, confusion, and most of all hate. Hate for the person who made the blade he's holding against my neck.  Hate at the man who is planning on doing who knows what with me. Hate for being left alone and unprotected.  Hate for being so naïve and stupid. Hate for being unable to defend myself.

He starts to lecture me and groping on my tense body. He keeps the blade too tight and hard against my neck.  Slowly, small drops of blood slide gradually toward the top of my breast.

"You thought you were going to get away from me didn't you? Filthy slutty bitch!"  He growled at me, ending with a sinister laughter

"Momma told me about girls like you-"

He pulled my hair, yanking my head backwards, as he pressed the blade even deeper into my skin. My heart accelerated faster practically drilling its way out of my ribcage. The blood rushing in my veins, pressed against the sharp edge of the blade, making me highly aware of the blades whereabouts. With each thud of my heartbeat, the blade seemed to jump with it.

He breathed heavily into my ear- suddenly as though he was sniffing me he inhaled deeply inhaling my scent.

"You smell-"He inhales

"-Like somebody who needs to be controlled" he said in a husky tone.

            Smelling my hair "Momma said girls like you have the devil in them; that you should be punished for being evil"

            "Your mom was a crazy ass bitch just like you, fucking sick bastard"

The moment I uttered those words, he slammed my face with all his force on to the wall. In my mouth I feel small grains.  I think I have a broken tooth.  My dizziness makes me lean into him; a foggy blanket threatens to take me under.

I don't want to loose consciousness, not now that I need to-.

Chevy:

          She drifted to a dreamless sleep. Chevy watched her breast as they slowly rose and lowered with each breath. His mouth salivated-fire burned through his veins. He was anxious to have her.  How easily it would be to break her down he thought.  He hoped she would regain consciousness soon; he wanted to show her- her new home.

            "Mine" He whispered to himself- a mantra he loved to sing to himself with each new catch.  Jennie resembled so many others, small, athletic, and most of all their hair.  He loves his girls to have long hair.  He would take the utmost care; everyday he would brush it, and wash it, His mother had thought him that you can control a girl through her hair.

            "Mom" whispered Jennie, her voice hoarse as she slowly regained consciousness.  He watched her silently in the candle lit basement.  His eyes gleamed, hungry.  His hands tingled in anticipation- impatiently clutching and clasping his hands together to hold himself from brushing her long silky piece of hair from her face. 

            I should untangle it and braid it to make it grow he thought.  He momentarily thought about his journey, how he would call her and hear her breathing accelerate, her conscious alerting her to danger.  How stupid she was just like those many others.  They chose to ignore and pretend.  He didn't mind in fact he loved their naïve nature.

            How it's been seven months since he first started watching her. It's not his fault he was captured by her beauty.  She teased him by afar, yeah that's what she did she caught him in her web with her evil lures he thought to himself. Chevy contemplated, he knew her better than Jennie knew herself.  He would start by walking always feet behind her as she walked to school and back.   Chevy would go to her schools' field and watch her practice with her track team.  It was never hard; he fanaticized and patiently waited for the opportunity to make her fully his; just as she is now.

            Watching her panic and be fearful gave him such a rush, like a meth addict always hungry for his next hit. It hurt him not being close to her, he would come to desperate needs of camping out just across the street from her house.  Videotaped her every move, sigh and laugh.

            Even though Chevy was engrossed in his pitiful memories, Jennie opened her eyes in that instant. First confusion was written all over her face, eyes that still seemed lost in a haze like state. Then, realization, fear shown in her eyes with such intensity that they seemed to gleam and cares Chevys deepest desires. He took his time, enjoying her panic; he still hid in the shadow of the room.  Jennie struggled; she made a lame attempt to get up only to realize that she was cuffed.

            Chevy enjoying himself, let a small cynical laughter escape. Jennies head turned quickly towards him. He waved not wanting to seem rude "Hey precious" he beckoned.

            "HELP! HELP! SOME-"Chevy slapped her hard enough to throw her down on the floor off of that soiled mattress.  She hit the floor with a loud thud; tears flowed like rivers onto the concrete floor.

            "See what you made me do! Why do you always make me MAD!" He raised his arm clenched into a fist already poised ready in the air, Jennie flinched waiting for the blow.

            "That's better, see how easy it is? Now be good, I have a lot of surprises for you my sweet love" Chevy sat on the floor next to her, and held her in his arms. Jennie quietly wept, feeling hopeless inside.