Living in a play-pretend dream, 

Cardboard sun gleaming over a never-ending masquerade of cackling shadows, 

I long for a tender embrace and a daring glance, 

Lost in the symphony of passion and sadness. 

I sway in the arms of a featureless stranger, 

engulfed by his whispers of promises, lies, and deceit, 

dreaming of eyes, 

glimmering emeralds of a forest in spring,

as he catches a fathomless tear escaping down my cheek. 

Blue piano, dreading and mourning,

erupts in a chaotic feverish dance, 

and faces merge,

crimson flames of myriads of masks caressing my skin,

dragging me into the abyss, 

until you break my fall, eyes of deep forest pools taking me in.. 

I feel a soft brush of your fingertips as you miss. 

Living in a play-pretend world, 

Cardboard moon casting flickering shadows over an empty stage, 

I quietly sit in the audience,

Lost in the make-believe cage...

can you erase

the petty scars

of the words

sharpened through

square perfect teeth.

can you erase

the broken sobs

of an earth divided?

can you erase...

....me?

can you erase sharpie?

can you erase the

permanent marker

all over my heart?

i don't think so.

what can i erase?

the blank stares.

trying to erase their

ignorance with my

words. i'm not sure

if it works anymore.

they just get better

at not listening.

something like that.

something like

this.

how do i erase bullying?

many have tried.

we all see the posters:

"this is a bully-free school,"

they advertise.

how full of lies they are.

tell the catchy slogans to me.

to all the ones who endured

torment inside these walls.

you know nothing.

can you erase hate?

even when it's so

ingrained in our

culture, our words,

our witty slang?

it remains to be seen.

maybe because

the future is blind

to us.

can you erase?

Real life monsters can be erased.

There are a lot of evil things in this world. Pick one and let your imagination find a way to remove it from our lives. Use as many words as it takes. No rules. I will be the judge.

I'm sorry- I couldn't resist. If there is any monster I can eradicate in the world, it's terrible grammar. Forgive me.

They walked along the way; just a boy and his dog.

The boy held a big stick, brushing it along the fence as they passed by Mr. Marlin’s house. The dog wagged happily about, gaping curiously at the everyday wonders of the neighborhood. The boy looked up at the bright blue sky full of big puffy clouds, then glanced back down at his little furry companion and couldn’t help but smile.

Cuttle was a gift for Finnegan’s twelfth birthday. One that was more fun than any of the water guns or scuba men he’d received on previous occasions. One that was even better than the remote control monster truck that Aunt Albecore had given him for Christmas. One that he could take for a walk, feed, brush, wash, play with and look after every single day. One that he swore on his very own heart never to lose, abuse or let run away. One that he promised to have and to hold, to cherish and care for the rest of his life.

Finn promised all this because he was instantly attached to the little puppy from the moment he opened the blue polka-dotted present box and looked into it’s two big adorable eyes one hundred and ninety-six days ago. Also because he was determined to prove to his parents how responsible he could really be. He would never be allowed to look after the house alone, babysit for extra money, or officially have a girlfriend if he wasn’t even capable of taking care of one tiny little pet.

As they crossed at the corner of Coral and Tide, Finn heard a distant bell. Turning, he saw Melanie-Ray approaching on her shiny seafoam blue bicycle. As she pedaled, the bubblegum beads at the ends of her long braids bounced. Finn’s cheeks turned just as pink. She was his neighbor from the next block, and he was her secret admirer. Never ever did any other girl make Finn feel the way that Melanie-Ray made him feel just by smiling at him.

“Hi, Finn!” she exclaimed, rolling to a stop right beside him. Cuttle barked to greet her.

“Hi, Melanie,” Finn smiled shyly.

“Where are you taking Cuttle?” she asked.

“Uh… Just for a walk, I guess,” Finn fidgeted, “Nowhere in particular.”

“Oh. Okay,” Melanie blinked.

“…Where are YOU going on your bike?” Finn asked after a pause.

“Just for a stroll, I guess,” Melanie smirked, “Nowhere in particular.”

A beautiful idea weaved its way into Finn’s lovestruck brain. It would be perfect if only he’d muster up the courage to ask.

“Hey, could we, like… go… get some ice cream?” he stuttered.

“Sure!” Melanie peeped.

“Okay, then. Cool,” Finn grinned, brows lifting in surprise.

The two children continued to smile at each other until Cuttle yipped and pulled against his leash, yanking Finn abruptly.

“Woah!” he shouted, “Silly dog!”

Melanie covered her mouth in an attempt to suppress her giggles.

The biking girl rolled slowly down the road, Finn walked beside her, and Cuttle took the lead. On the way, they discussed which flavors of ice cream they would try, which toppings they would choose, and whether a cone or a bowl was best. Arriving at the parlor, Melanie dismounted her bicycle as Finn opened the door for her.

“Such a gentleman,” she curtsied jokingly.

They quickly found a booth near the counter and took a seat. Cuttle barked in excitement.

“Sorry, little guy. You can’t have any ice cream,” Finn pouted, rubbing the puppy’s head, “But, I promise to get you some bacon treats when we get home. Okay?”

Cuttle licked his owner’s face in approval.

“Hey, kids,” a teenage boy shouted walking over, “No dogs allowed inside of here.”

“Who are you?” Finn snapped.

“That’s Devon,” Melanie rolled her eyes.

“Mr. Grayling’s nephew, of course,” the boy barked proudly.

“Mr. Grayling lets Cuttle sit in here with me all the time, ”Finn frowned, “He’s a good, well-behaved dog.”

“Well, my uncle put me in charge today,” the boy huffed, “And he told me that no stinkin’, filthy, no-good little mutts are allowed in his ice cream shop or else.”

Melanie looked up in surprise.

“That doesn’t sound like something that Mr. Grayling would say at all,” she gasped, narrowing her eyes.

“Well he said it, and that’s final,” Devon smiled, “Now, I suggest you tie that little thing up outside or you can all leave and get your sundaes somewhere else.”

Melanie parted her glossy lips to speak, but Finn raised his finger to silence her.

“Fine. We’ll leave!” he stood and headed towards the door, “Come on boy.”

Melanie followed the two outside with a worried countenance.

“That guy is always so rude,” Melanie said, shaking her head in disgust, “Cuttle isn’t any of those things. He’s a pure-bred, sweet smelling puppy that you probably just washed this morning.”

“I know,” Finn sighed, sadly glancing at his wide-eyed pet.

“Maybe we shouldn’t go for ice cream today,” she shrugged, “Thanks for the offer anyway, though. Raincheck?”

Finn couldn’t let a pesky guy like Devon ruin his first date.

“No!” he said firmly, causing a bright display of shock across Melanie’s face, ”I mean, how about… we go over to my house? I have ice cream in the fridge, actually.”

“But, your parents aren’t home, are they?” Melanie asked.

“Well, that’s okay,” Finn blurted, “My father’s at work and my mother ran to the market for a moment to fetch some extra ingredients for tonight’s dinner. They shouldn’t mind me having a friend over for fifteen minutes, should they?”

“I guess not,” she responded after some thought, “Last one there is toast!” Quickly mounting her bicycle, she raced down the street.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Finn laughed as he and Cuttle chased after her.

Melanie dropped her bike down on the green lawn and ran up to the porch of the big blue home.

“I win!” she cheered. Finn slowly jogged up the walkway panting more than Cuttle.

“And, now… we can celebrate… your victory… with ice cream,” he breathed.

Laughing, the two kids and the dog stepped into the cool of the house.

“This feels much better,” Finn sighed in relief.

“And smells good, too!” Melanie added, “What’s cooking?”

“That’s the chicken casserole mom started, and the pot of beans on the stove,” Finn said, “She had to run out and get more pepper, cauliflower, and other things. I forget... Hey, I bet they would love if you stayed over for dinner. We surely have more than enough”

“Thanks,” she responded, “But my parents will be looking for me,”

“They probably won’t mind if you ask them first,” Finn suggested, “BUT, not until after we’ve had our ice cream.”

The children headed into the kitchen and gathered all the ingredients they needed from the freezer, fridge, and pantry, consequently making a mess of the counter and stove top. Then, they went up to Finn’s room to devour their elaborate creations.

“These are almost as good as the ones Mr. Grayling makes!” Finn smiled with a mouth full of cold cream.

“Ten times better than the ones Devon makes,” Melanie smirked. After eating, the children felt full and satisfied.

“I think I’ve spoiled my dinner,” Melanie whined.

“Me too, but, it should be fine,” Finn glanced at his octopus wall clock, “Forty for minutes ’til five. It should all be digested by then. If not, we can always feed some to Cuttle!”

The two looked around for the puppy and realized that he was nowhere in sight.

“Cuttle?” they both called simultaneously.

“Aww, man! He must have gotten hungry and rushed off to find the bacon treats I promised him.” Finn sighed.

“I should help you look for him,” Melanie said.

“No, that’s okay. You need to get home and ask your parents if you can return for dinner later,” Finn reminded her, “Don’t worry. I’ll find him. He couldn’t have gone too far.”

“Okay. Thanks again for inviting me!” she squealed, “I hope you find him, and I hope my mom says yes.”

“Me too,” he smiled, “See you later if so.” Melanie’s pink beads rattled and shook as she rushed down the stairs and through the door.

Smitten, Finn couldn’t resist the urge to peep out of his window and watch the girl race down the street on her seafoam bike. “One last look,” he whispered and collapsed onto his bed with a sigh. Closing his eyes, he began dreaming of future ‘dates’ with his love; A day at the park playing cops and robbers, an afternoon at the beach building zombie bunkers, a hike in the forest to dig up worms, an evening with a loud beeping machine in a dark room that reeked of ashes…

With a deep inhale, Finn’s eyes flung open and shut again due to the murky cloud of black that had suddenly surrounded him. He heard the smoke detector and smelled fire. Coughing, he slowly regained consciousness, realizing that he was lying on his bed as smoke seeped in from underneath the door. There was no fire in the room yet, but he could feel warmth raging below the floorboards.

“The stove! The beans! Mom’s casserole!” he panicked.

Not knowing what to do, he stood and began pacing back and forth. He heard the wood creak under his feet as if it were about to give in to his weight. He glanced at the window; A way of escape. He ran to the window and flung it open, taking in the fresh, warm summer air. Staring down below, his body suddenly froze as if it were waiting for his brain to remember something. Was he afraid of heights? Tie sheets together as a harness to descend upon? Should he grab his baseball cards? His deluxe remote control monster truck? His pufferfish bank that contained his entire life savings?

No.

No.

No.

Something more valuable.

“Cuttle!” Finn screamed to the top of his lungs.

Slamming the window shut, he took off straight for the bedroom door. When he flung this open, though, he was greeted with a much more scorching blast of wind. With a scream and a thud, he fell back into his room. Down the steps, he could see the glow of the orange inferno.

“Cuttle!!!” he yelled desperately.

Hearing no response, Finn regained his footing and mustered the strength to travel downstairs into the boiling heat.

At the end of the stairwell, he walked out into the living room and was greeted by more intense smoke heat.

“Smoke rises to the top…” Finn reminded himself as he crouched down and began crawling towards the dining room. There, he came face to face with the flames. They were slithering over everything, devouring the curtains, the walls, and the table cloths.

“Cuttle!!!”

“Cuttle!!!”

He called between coughs. His breathing became heavier, and his eyesight became blurrier.

“I have to find him!” he thought to himself, “Where could he be?”

Just then, a cardboard box of ice cream cones caught his eye. Though no flames were touching it directly, it was wilting, singed by the heat alone. Finn remembered the ice cream. He remembered the parlor. He remembered promising Cuttle the bacon treats.

“Where did dad put the bacon treats?” he wheezed.

His head became heavy and it fell to the floor. Overwhelmed with smoke, Finn closed his eyes.

Suddenly, his ear heard muffled barking as it rested on the carpet.

“The basement!” He gasped with a new wave of determination.

As flames, objects, and pieces of the house fell all around him, he army crawled into the fierce flames spewing from the kitchen. He felt as if he were being cooked alive, but every fiber of his being was set on finding Cuttle. Finally past the stove, he arrived at the basement door which was cracked open. He reached for the knob to hoist himself up onto his knees but quickly retracted. The whole kitchen felt like an oven, and everything inside, especially metal things. Removing his shirt, he covered his hand and tried again.

Using the knob for support, he carefully stood and inched into the basement stairwell, slamming the door behind him. Feeling lightheaded, he stumbled down the steps. As he descended, the air got cooler and the smoke cleared. There, at the base of the steps, he found his beloved best friend, panting and yapping, leaping at the half-open bag of bacon treats that was perched upon the metal tool shelf.

“I-- promised--” Finn breathed, dropping his charred shirt.

He reached up to pull down the treats, then fell onto the puppy and held him tightly in his arms.

In the cool of the basement, he could still feel the roaring fire that was surely now engulfing the entire home. He heard wood creaking all around him, and large chunks of debris burying the two alive. Finn’s clammy skin touched the cold linoleum tile, but he didn’t shiver. Cuttle barked, lapped up a few kibbles, and licked his dear owner’s face. As his breaths slowed, Finn closed his eyes with a smile.

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You believe that everything is fine, just as you dreamed.

Gradually, as time goes by, all is slowly revealed.

Misery creeps and embeds itself into your heart.

Back against the wall, you sadly weep.

Realizing that you have been fooled.

Searching for way of escape.

Walls closing in rapidly.

Mind racing hopelessly.

Breathing heavily.

Trapped.

Until,

Someone comes.

Dazzling prince appears.

Knighthood in shining armor.

Gallantly wielding sword and shield.

Taking you gently underneath his wing.

Carrying you away to his impenetrable fortress.

Standing guard, protecting you tirelessly day and night.

Although tribulations constantly arise, he stays by your side.

Loving you forever and for always, ever providing inextinguishable joy.