I.L.B.H.W.B. chapter 3The taxi quickly became a small submarine as it went underwater. As we reached the gate that was the underwater entrance to my home, I beat the driver over the head with the book again to signal him to stop. This time it caused the top of the drivers head to burst with a load, pronounced pop and, with a slow whining noise, he crumpled into a pile of vinyl in his seat. This was all well and good though as we had surfaced and I was in my kitchen.I.L.B.H.W.B. chapter 3
There was a perfect circle cut in the tiling of my floor that had allowed for a tunnel to head straight into my house. A small, meshed metal bridge reached out into the po
I.L.B.H.W.B. chapter 2But now was not the time to worry about being harassed by people named Brian, let alone Lynn, for I had gained the sudden urge to journey home and nothing else really mattered after that.I.L.B.H.W.B. chapter 2
Venturing out onto the school’s helicopter pad, I climbed into the back of a copper as its blades began to rotate rapidly, filling my ears with racket. “It’s a good thing these noise canceling headphones showed up on my head or this might be uncomfortable,” I noted.
As the anonymous pilot and I ascended into the air I realized that I had never noticed just how green the grass was around here or, for t
I.L.B.H.W.B. chapter 1Suddenly I was back in the classroom. The rusting metal framed chair I found myself in was stiff, uncomfortable, and unaccommodating to the shifting of my weight. The wooden panel in front of me that supported my books, pencil, stationery, etc., was covered in scraped lacquer that made me feel a little ill if my eyes dwelled on it for too long; marred by years of wear and vandalism.I.L.B.H.W.B. chapter 1
Looking about me, the classroom was familiar: whiteboard to the left with a hallway to its left that lead to the door; bookshelf to my right; old, weathered, manila colored walls that had seen decades of students. However, any concret
New FluidThe life in this heart has made its exit, The warm read love now completely drained, Leaving only an empty, hollow husk, Awaiting a different kind of fluid. Artificial chemicals trickle in To provide the vessel a false repose, Delaying the inevitable stench Those who are to die detest to endure, Only reflecting their mortal instinct In fearing what lies in the vast beyond. Now it lies among the other deceased, They who've also lost their love and life force, Now the worms that have crept their way inside Shall feast upon this brittle, empty husk, Only to chokeNew Fluid
