Glitterman

The chaos began when he showed up at my door, soaking wet, grimy, and covered in glitter.

Hold on. Let me explain a little bit more.

I’ve known James for my whole life. We grew up in Boise, Idaho and met when we were three. Now we’re 23 living in our own houses, with our own jobs, and still, our own friendship. James has a girlfriend, who I approve of. I still don’t have any type of significant other, unless you count Clover, who’s a five year old cockerspainiel. But she’s more of a child than a girlfriend.

James has shown up at the backdoor in the middle of snowstorms in shorts and a tshirt, climbed down our chimney one December, once he even showed up in stilts and a clown costume, then knocked on the second story bathroom window and scared the shit out of me.

So maybe this way of coming in might not have been the strangest yet, but still, unexpected. Actually, I’m surprised he didn’t ride in on an elephant playing the symbols.

Coughing a fit of sparkling pink clouds, he collapsed on the doorstep.

I dragged him inside and set him on the sofa, leaving a trail of glitter behind us.

James came from somewhere with something very dire to explain to Pepp. But before he can he disappears. She has no clue where he went or what he needs, but she must find him and figure out what happened. He disappears to area 51 or idaho because he broke an aliens laws and they must destroy him. He gets stuck in area 51 that is actually run by aliens to torment and confuse and study the human species. James is taken there and Pepp must get him out by convincing series of extra terrestrials that humans are okay and battling them. She saves James and everybody dies. The end.

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Repair My Heart

“You doing good?”

I wish I could

But good? I should.

‘Course “I’m doing fine”

Not “Hi,

I want to die,”

Just

“No of course I’m fine,”

But I’ve crossed the line

I look behind

And see the place

Back in space   

Where I decided death

Was the better option.   

I’ve taken up adoption   

To the moron

And now he’s gone

And so am I: the pawn.

But what about the rest?

To live: Start in the shop of life

You don’t get to come here twice

But now I’m stuck with all this strife.

May I have a knife?

How to escape?

It’s seems there is

Just sun and moon and sun

And I’m done

I haven’t won

But don’t be stunned

You gave me the gun.   

And to see the gate

Of heaven, of hell

Ringing bells

Or screams and yells   

Just don’t make me live.

Now I’m probably overthinking

I’m sinking

Hit the rock of

The brain’s labor of love

Sorry?   

Love is not my   

Way to fly,

More to die.

No not feeling.   

Unappealing.

They’re just stealing

Whatever’s left inside this hollow skull.

A song of sleep to lull

But not to sleep

Harder than logically thinking.

Blinking

Back tears

Don’t let your peers

See your cares.

Over the years

Building up your fears.

Can you please just repair-

I don’t know where to start,

I’m not that smart

But maybe if you start   

With what we took apart.

So then can you please jumpstart

My heart?

My Fault

Stop blaming yourself.
You are not the cause.

Let it go, dear.

You just want attention.

… But it was my fault.

Stop cutting yourself.

It’s all in your head.

Stop it now, dear.

You’re so ugly and fat.

… But it is my fault.

Stop thinking that way.

It is in your head.

Talk to me, dear.

You’re grades are so awful.

Mom is disappointed.

… But it’s all my fault.

Go get some help, please.

You need to get meds.

You’re not fine, dear.

See, even your friends turned.

They know you’re horrible.

You shouldn’t be alive.

… And it’s all my fault.

I can’t believe it.

We tried to help her.

But now she’s gone.

… Really, it is their fault.

I Win

“Don’t touch my soul with dirty hands,”

I demand.

“Why not? It’s not like you can stop

Me, you flop,

You sad excuse for a perfect kid.”

“God please

Forgive

Forbid

Him to touch it again please.”

“Oh your little god, he does not

Care you ought

To know that by now. Give me that

To work at.”

“No. You will not take it again.

You cause pain.”

“Exactly. Now give up, you won’t win.

You fall.

You sin.

I win.”

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I know I don’t normally put little excerpts after poems, but I asked a few people to read this, and then what they thought about it, and everyone came up with something different. So my question is, what did you think I was talking about?

Thanks guys,

Amelika Kaumaha

18 Writing Prompts

As any writer would know, writing is hard. But figuring out what your going to write about is just as!

So, for all the lazy people (me included) I compiled a list of prompts, so if we ever can’t figure out what to write, just stop by here.

Some of these prompts I have used in the past, and some I may use in the future, so if you write anything using these prompts, be sure to tell me, as I love to check out what you wrote, plus see what you did differently than myself.

Enough chit-chat, here are the prompts you’ve been waiting for:

Dialog Prompts:

  1. “I’m mute!” She shouted in the chaos.
  2. “Okay, I’ve got the cake mix, did you grab the head phones?”
  3. “Kill the child. It’s the right thing to do.”
  4. “You’re such a human!” “Did you just call me a human?”
  5. “I know pi by heart. All of it. 3.14159265…”
  6. “But you just said that you couldn’t eat!”

Narritive Prompts:

  1. You experience you a close call, and your life flashes before your eyes- Except it’s not your life.
  2. I rolled my eyes. Of course I get stuck with someone who’s morals are as twisted as my mind.
  3. Yesterday, humanity discovered how to send packages back in time. Today, you receive a package from yourself.
  4. She added a charm onto her bracelet for every life she took.
  5. Your character finds “DO NOT DO THIS!!” list that his friend complied… But he finds it the same day as this friends funeral.
  6. Monsters fear humans will find the immortal race, but we have no clue they exist. Yet.

Suggesting Prompts:

  1. Write something that deeply involves a blow drier.
  2. One of your characters can only use lines from songs to communicate.
  3.  The story is written from passerby’s perspectives.
  4. The secondary character is the sidekick, whilst being the villain.
  5. Write a story from the end to the beginning.
  6. Pick two of your short stories, and write another one with these two combined.

 

 

Thank The Devil

“Get up. Please. It won’t hurt. Much.”

Groggily I opened my eyes and felt pain surge through my leg. Wincing, and the memories flooded back.

“Where is she?” I asked. It couldn’t be real.

“She’s dead, Noah. Stand.”

Feelings piled up inside, like a massive car collision. You can imagine, but they all came to a halt with regret. I let my best friend save me. We should both be alive right now. No. The fire should have never happened. No one would want us dead. At least no sane person.

“Did they find who started the fire?”

“No. No one started it, boy. It was a natural forest fire, and there’s no reason to think anyone would want either of you dead. If you want to blame anyone, blame God, which doesn’t sound like a good option.”

Oh right, like those are reassuring words, nurse.

Three raps on the door. The nurse walked over and swung open the hospital room’s door, revealing a woman in a black suit, decorated with necklaces and super tall heels. She had a clipboard and laptop tucked under her arm.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Pregler. A moment?” Formal. Ugh, can I just try to remember my friend who i’ll never see again, please?

“Alright.”

“Thank you.”

I talked for a while about what Maddie was like, and how the fire happened. I tried to convince her i saw someone else while we were out there. But she didn’t believe me.

“Noah, I know this can be hard for you to understand. You want to blame someone. Any teenager would want to. But you can’t. It was natural, from what the investigators say. Now how’s your leg?”

“It’s burned. It’s fine.”

“Alright. I’ll be off. Maddison’s funeral is tomorrow. I’d be glad to take you, if you’d like.”

“Thanks for the offer, I’ll think about it.”

She got up and left, thank god. Except I’m angry at him, so I thanked the devil instead.

~

I didn’t eat anything that night. I couldn’t. All my thoughts were on Maddie and how much I botched up. Sleeping was hard, but eventually this restless state gave way to dozing off.

~

“Noah. Noah I can’t reach you but wake, please!”

“What?” I groaned, but it came out more as a “mhuuu?”

Turning over I found myself in a void. That jolted me awake.

“Where am I? Who are you?”

The place was definitely not what I imagined a never-ending vortex would look like. It wasn’t time- and spaceless. In fact, it seemed like all time was in this spot. It was pulsing with energy and I was reminded of many memories from many times. Four years ago, when I won the Lego building championship, all the way back to fifteen years ago, when it was my first birthday. Everything in life was crystal clear again.

But the place itself was just a school hallway, complete with off white linoleum floors, and lockers that used to be white. Light brown doors flanked every fifteen lockers. Through the windows on the doors I couldn’t see squat. They were all clouded inside.

The hall went down pretty far, ending with some, what appeared to be abandoned, construction equipment. A fire extinguisher sat next to me in a glass box. At the very end I saw three glass doors, the light shining through, brightening the corridor. It was so bright I couldn’t see outside.

I leaped off my bed, surprised. Then I realized I was walking through a school in a hospital gown, which might not be the best idea. I turned back to grab a blanket, but the bed was gone.

“Noah! Look up, the lights. You’ll be able to see me there.”

I glanced up, confused. But there, suck in a light panel, was Maddie.

“What?! Maddie! How’d you get in there?”

“You’re trying forget me. I ended up here after . . . Look, this isn’t the best time to explain, but you’ve got to get me out!”

I looked around. How was I supposed to reach a fifteen foot tall light?

The construction site.

I raced to the end of the hallway, which took longer than expected. It didn’t seem very long, but then again, I was dreading the plank walk in a hospital dress. Luckily, no one saw me.

There was a ladder. It cold and metallic to the touch, but it would get Maddie down from the lights. How the hell did she even get up there?