I Hear It Too
'Jane, could you come down to the kitchen？' her mother's familiar voice calls from the kitchen.
'Coming!' she bounds down the stairs.
She is down when the cupboard at the foot of the stairs opens and a pair of hands draw her in.
'Don't go into the kitchen; I hear it too,' her mother's voice whispers into her ears.
sacrifice on altar
Side 1 of postcard:
Congrats! Your child may be selected to be sacrificed on the altar to our new egod EconoME. Have your child, ______(child's name)_____, at your local school on Thursday for this high honor.
Side 2 of postcard:
Of all our brilliant nations’
promising sensations,
heartfelt congratulations
for YOUR gracious oblations!
The name goes down in history
for all peoples to praise and see.
Bring _____(your child)_____ to your local venue
with valium for _____(your child)_____ and you,
and with all your regalia.
We can’t wait to hail ya!
@unknown is typing...
I always had a bad habit of letting people follow me that I didn't know on Instagram. So many of my friends did it so I figured if they can do it I could do it, plus I had so many followers. One day I had someone follow me with an unusual picture. when I looked at the user name it said unknown but of course, I just shurgged it off but then no sooner I accepted their follow request they texted me. It wasn't a normal "hey how are you" text it was a video, a video of what looked like a dog getting skinned alive. They texted me"do you like it?" I then went to block them but when I hit the block button nothing happened then they started typing again, stopped then started again. All night I was scared that they were going to send another video of something horrifying. When I fell asleep they were still typing and when I got up they were still typing. for days I just left it but after a while, it drove me crazy. Something had to be done but then I got a text everything changed. "I'm in your house"
bohemian boy
he’s a bohemian boy
laughed at for carrying a purse, but it’s filled with joy
he’s a bohemian boy
able to levitate ever since he traded meat for soy
he’s a bohemian boy
ever misunderstood, cunningly coy
he twirls, he spins
he blooms from within
a kid at heart
he loves to play, but he’s not a toy
oh, he’s a bohemian boy
adorned with crystals
protected by potions
underneath a crown of flowers
he has special powers
he prances about
scaring away doubt
he’s high on life
he’s not coming down
he’s a bohemian boy
hmm, maybe he’ll fall in love with troy
possibly roy?
he’s a... wait
what’s that?
oh, for now he’s choosing joy
he’s been hurt
so he made gold from dirt
he’s a...
you know by now
he’s a melody boy
no, wait, a honeybee boy
dripping with sweet, sweet joy
Strong
What is it about her you despise
Is it her rare beauty she can’t disguise
The storms sent her way only made her strong
They knocked her down, but not for long
She gets up never accepting defeat
She may seem to sometimes retreat
Only to regain her strength from within
Her peace and gentleness will always win
Don’t take that for her being weak
She isn’t built for the minds of the meek