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Don't you mean skeletons? No, I mean monsters. It's what I prefer. Rather than bones, I want deep grumbling tones. Well, why aren't they under your bed? Don't be ridiculous, They can't fit under the bed. You'd have to be oblivious to not know they're in the closet instead. I don't believe you. That's fine by me. You don't have to agree, I'll let you be, just you wait and see.

Thank you for joining us today, Robby, tell us a little bit about yourself. "Thanks for having me, Chuck. I must say it’s a real honor to be on your show, and I couldn’t be happier right now. As you know, I’m Robby, and I play in the upcoming zombie apocalypse movie. My role is the hero, and I manage to befriend a zombie." Tell us a little bit more about this zombie friend. "Well Chuck, he’s a great guy. I don’t think I’ve ever worked with anyone better. He doesn’t talk much, he’s not a fast walker, and every so often he kind of makes these gurgling noises. At first I was a little weirded out

    There is something about her that always makes me watch her from across the quad, or through the window. I’ve never said a word to her, and she’s never looked at me. I don’t mind, I want it to stay this way forever to keep the mystery in my head running.    It’s a bleak and dreary November morning with the clouds overhead seeming to get darker with each passing minute. The wind pushes one dark cloud in front of the other, each one a mass of ugly, bitter grey.    I round the corner to get to my multivariable calculus class that’s located in building eight, which is on the opposite end of campus from my econ

The light was blinding, even when I closed my eyes. Everything pure was ending. A lying evil was on the rise. Fueled by our need to retaliate, we stood, but there was no change to negotiate. The sugars turned to spice, and water turned to blood. We made sure they paid the price, drowning them out with our flood.

Some people live three doors down from me. They argue really loud; I sometimes watch them out the window, Other times I don’t want to know. It’s rare when we can all find a way to agree. But it’s unanimous, tonight we’re going to make some changes. For some reason I’m really nervous though. When I’m gone I constantly feel like I’m free. It always seems that your arms feel like home no matter what, Those people three doors down, they’re the ones I owe.

Trojans devour the sea they ride upon; Each one covered in desirable blood red - Thunder echoes within my icy chasm. Once grabbed, each man is left for dead. I tried to hold them up, but their weight - Down each one fell into my frozen wasteland. The sound of silence closed its teeth on me, And guilt swallowed my ability to stand. Hundreds of them started out upon the journey, But only four hooves escaped my threatening waves. Everything in my power wasn’t enough - The only path ahead is death by caves.

    I saw a stray dog the other day by the bus stop. He looked like he was probably a terrier mix. The stray life was not treating him well. I could see his ribs poking out, his fur was dirty, and his nails were too long.    The next day I bought some dog food at the local pet store. I had no idea how much dog food cost. I think I got ripped off.    An old Tupperware thing that used to hold deli turkey became his food bowl. I tucked it under the bushes with food inside it in the morning. I didn’t see the dog, but I hoped he was alright.    When I got back later that night I saw him eating out of the bowl.    The day after that I