The River
I sat down by the river Styx.
I unwrapped a Left Twix.
I ate a Right Twix.
I waited for The Boat.
I looked at the Moat
I saw the Palace of Hades.
I then felt something on my throat.
I looked down.
I saw nothing.
I felt a prick on my elbow.
I looked.
I saw nothing.
I stood.
I brushed myself off.
I ate the Left Twix.
I unwrapped the Right Twix.
I stood there, for eternity.
I than heard a strange beeping.
I was alone.
I thought.
I looked around.
I woke up, listening to my alarm.
rEbElLiOn
1st, it was few. Then it was many. They fought. They had no reason. No Rhyme. They needed no reason. They needed no rhyme. They didn't have to. Most didn't want to. Why? No one knows. They fought. With everything. They were from Uranus. They tried. They won. They lost. We lost. We won. Bullets flew, clubs swung. Gas drifted, fists flung. Knives flashed. Arrows grew. Nukes fired. Nukes blew. Earth was hurt, the rebels too. It was bloody. It was bad. It was not desired. It made all mad. Earth was the master, the master of all. It treated them well, just like us all. Yet it wasn't enough, no it wasn't enough. It was the end. For some. And the beginning. For others. Space was appalled. Space was uncalled. Carnage was present, death too. Life was interested. So are you. The stars twinkled. The sun shown bright. The planets flickered, life balanced in the fight. For we were alone, we were alone. Death was there, we were alone. Humans were dead and alive. Distant stars twinkled and frowned. Anyone and everyone fought. Explosions blew. Massacre happened. Good things, too. But not many. But not many. But not many. Sadness and Sorrow. Sadness and Sorrow. Sadness and Sorrow. Corpses littered the fields. They littered the planets. They were everywhere. Death, and Destruction. Death, and Destruction. Shattered buildings, Shattered buildings. Cratered moons, Cratered moons. Humanity near extinction. Cratered planets, Destroyed moons. Then, hope. Light. Diplomacy. Cease-fire. Treaties. Peace. Shattered Peace.
1st, it was few. Then it was many. They fought. They had no reason. No Rhyme. They needed no reason. They needed no rhyme. They didn't have to. Most didn't want to. Why? No one knows. They fought. With everything. They were from Uranus. They tried. They won. They lost. We lost. We won. Bullets flew, clubs swung. Gas drifted, fists flung. Knives flashed. Arrows grew. Nukes fired. Nukes blew. Earth was hurt, the rebels too. It was bloody. It was bad. It was not desired. It made all mad. Earth was the master, the master of all. It treated them well, just like us all. Yet it wasn't enough, no it wasn't enough. It was the end. For some. And the beginning. For others. Space was appalled. Space was uncalled. Carnage was present, death too. Life was interested. So are you. The stars twinkled. The sun shown bright. The planets flickered, life balanced in the fight. For we were alone, we were alone. Death was there, we were alone. Humans were dead and alive. Distant stars twinkled and frowned. Anyone and everyone fought. Explosions blew. Massacre happened. Good things, too. But not many. But not many. But not many. Sadness and Sorrow. Sadness and Sorrow. Sadness and Sorrow. Corpses littered the fields. They littered the planets. They were everywhere. Death, and Destruction. Death, and Destruction. Shattered buildings, Shattered buildings. Cratered moons, Cratered moons. Humanity near extinction. Cratered planets, Destroyed moons. Then, hope. Light. Diplomacy. Cease-fire. Treaties. Peace. Shattered Peace.
A Cross-Country Trip
We were driving into New York City when it happened: the President came on the radio and announced the zombie apocalypse. She said to head for Oregon, Washington, and California as fast as possible, and that zombies had overrun Florida. So, we, and the rest of the cars on the highway, made a U-turn at virtually the exact same time. Many crashes happened, but luckily, we weren't part of any. The President came on again, and said that the Army was setting up massive supply stops along the way, stocked with food, water, fuel, and other necessities, while the Air Force and Navy attempted to deal with the zombies from long range, so they wouldn't become zombies themselves. We drove all day and all night, taking turns driving, and stopping at some of the thousands of Army stops along the way.
At midnight, it was the President again, talking from San Francisco. She explained that the zombies were taking heavy losses, as they couldn't respond to long range weaponry, but they had overrun most of the East Coast, and were making a run for what appeared to be Colorado. The Air Force was having trouble, as the zombies were taking over its bases, and the Navy could only reach so far with its weapons. The plan was, once the zombies got within 50 miles Mississippi River, the bridges within 50 miles on each side would be destroyed, and Military gunboats and aircraft would contain the zombies on the eastern bank as long as possible. This would continue until the last bridges were destroyed. She said she would inform us when this was happening, and when it did, if we weren't across yet, to head for Canada, where we would be taken north, and around the Rockies, all the way to Alaska, where we would wait until the zombies were either stopped, or unstoppable. At this time, she said, the zombies were marching up through Kentucky. Our family was in Illinois at this time, nearing the quad cities, which were on either side of the Mississippi.