HaikuWriMo XXXA desert boroughwhere all is not as it seems.Welcome to Night Vale.
HaikuWriMo XXIXthe sycamore spreadsto a wider berth of shadehinting at summer
HaikuWriMo XXVIIIthe sparrow returnsto admonish me dailyas I sip my tea
HaikuWriMo XXVIIthe sudden prick ofa mosquito on my breastleaves a welt behind
HaikuWriMo XXVIa sparrow alightsclose enough to be friendlyyet remain cautious
HaikuWriMo XXVthe world is floodedall succumbs to the wateras we are drowning
HaikuWriMo XXIVtea in the morningleaves and dew warmed by the sunrefreshes the soul
HaikuWriMo XXIIIsmall new saplings growout of the rocks surroundingthe old sycamore
HaikuWriMo XXIIat long last the raincomes to a world that too longhas thirsted for it
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas PovNunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
meganShe wore yellow dungarees, the colour of ironyand they clashed with her eyelashes, spiky with tears.She had onion-skin hair, and a limp ponytailthat hung from the top of her headlike a rope.But to us she was loud metal, clanging above our headsas we crouched under the climbing frame.She was the reason our stuffed animals felt softer than ever,our milk sickly sweet with potential loss,and our necks suddenly so bare.We saw a lollipop scowl and a tongue that stuck out,A threatening mustard kid, dusty knees like in the movies,and we indulged in our raised heartrates,cradled and stroked and whispered to our toys;our insides felt sore, excitingly bruised.She left an echo of palms thrumming the slide,ghostly handprints and a smell of threat,that accentuated our tender comfort.And her hair hung down, tapering at the endsbut nobody climbed. Nobody climbed at all.
Fallen AngelFallen AngelCrawling in my forlorn appearanceI hide my soul behind these tattered wingsTattered and broken as they arePlucked of light, stained in tears and blood.In quiet despair upon the cold earthSmeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary kneesAnd clutched timidly between my fingersRests one last jewel of Hope.A single unblemished plume pluckedFrom the silver light of dawnA feathered ray of light from beyondTo illuminate the void that has me bound.This precious barb of silkOnce lost as I was and forgottenBlazes now to immerse me in radiant blissTo wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.So now I fade away…My tender flesh removedMy shattered wings releasedMy inner light unsheathed… escapes.(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalkerB is for BEN, he drowned in some waterC is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eatD is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meetE is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you openF is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw brokenG is for Guardian Angel, he's always with youH is for Humans, and they can lick tooI is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keepJ is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleepK is for Killswitch, a game impossible to findL is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mindM is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a gameN is for No End House, which lives up to its nameO is for On the Bus, you'll be riding foreverP is for Penpal, they can be oh so cleverQ is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spotR is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thoughtS is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tieT is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?U is for Unbranded Lapto
.Morning sunlight blinds me; sunset comes and goesMidnight guilt, it binds me; by night, my anguish growsI've lived my life by candlelight, but I'm not surprised they died on meSo I crept outside for a neon night, but the fuming candles cornered meWhen all was nigh, I swore I'd die, but I found my light in the strangest placeYou restart my pulse, I'll keep you close, and fuck, you make my heartbeat raceYou stayed with me and gave me hope adjacent to the fearWith newly found complacency, I can safely say - thank God you're here.
Torn Apart, Drawn Together
Kelly's BellyThis is the story of a girl who grewHer hair was blonde, her eyes were blueYoung and pretty, her name was KellyAll she wanted was a big round bellyHer friend was smart, made her a pillOne to make her stomach fillShe let the pill slide down her throatThen felt herself begin to bloatNext her tummy rounded outHer cheeks puffed up and made her poutHer top was stretched, it was too smallto cover her belly, now a big round ballYou'd think she had too much to eatShe could no longer see her feetShe rubbed her belly, felt it growWondered when she'd start to slowBut there was no end to her inflationAlthough she quite liked this sensationShe grew to many times her sizeAnd there was panic in her eyesHer friend realised something was wrongThe pill she'd made was way too strongAs Kelly floated from the groundHer belly made a creaking soundHer friend said sorry she had to goBut Kelly was about to blowNow alone she filled the roomReached her limit and went kaboom
SuicideMom I love youDon't blame it on yourselfDad forgive meI couldn't ask for helpSis don't hate meFor leaving you aloneTake my pictureOff the table by the phoneIt never belonged there anywayThis happy family was brokenLong before I left it anywayI don't expect you to understandJust why it was that I couldn't stayI know you can't hear meBut I'm writing this for youIt is my last punk songTelling you my life is throughIt's okay to hate meJust don't miss me when I'm goneCuz I don't deserve itWhen I have done so much wrongI never belonged here anywayThis happy family was brokenLong before I left it anywayI don't expect you to understandJust why it was that I couldn't stay
Emo BoyI'll be the tight, faded T-shirt's you wearEach random logo changing each yearMessenger bag covered in patches and pinsSlightly greased black hair and blackened rims
Something Fishy: DFC2012 14A fat little chef from Marseillesdeclared National Bouillabaisse Day.He served his fish stewalongside pot-au-feuand everyone cried "Hip Hooray!"