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“Light as a Ghost”

Lil’ Dennis Nowell was afraid of the deep dark at night
The mystery of the blackness always gave him a fright
While he eventually grew out of it, he always remembered the fears
And how those long sleepless nights ruined his childhood years

Soooo, after he became a Big Dennis Nowell, and lived a long life
And died peacefully in his sleep and was buried alongside his wife,
He decided to turn into a ghost, as opposed to heading up to Heaven
So he could travel back in time, to about the age he was seven.

In the afterlife, time is not in a straight line
It happens all at once, knotted up like twine
Dennis carefully worked to unravel time’s thread,
So he could return to the time he was a child scared in bed.

Now he haunts himself every night, casting his ghostly blue glow
His ectoplasmatic shimmer providing a calming light show.
It soothes his child-self, who is no longer afraid of the dark so deep
He can just stare at himself as a ghost, and peacefully drift off to sleep.

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“It Ain’t That Bad”

The atomic bomb
Erases all he once knew…
But, school will be closed!

Posted 1/9/2013

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“The Nuclear Holocaust of the Mind”

As Nathaniel Kirby drifts off to a quiet, peaceful sleep
A tremor within his brain grumble rumbles somewhere deep
Triggering nuclear memories, hidden within the world of his mind
Setting off a chain reaction, detonating where they were confined.

The mushroom clouds erupt, vaporizing the rest of his thought
The radiation spreads, leaving in its wake atomic rot.
Luckily Nathaniel is sleeping, not aware of his mental holocaust
And when he finally awakens, he won’t even remember the memories lost.

Now his brain can start over, develop all new hopes and fears
But the meltdown has poisoned his mind, for at least several more years.

Posted 10/4/2012

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“The Boy Who Died in His Sleep”

Jeremy tries to scream to force himself awake,
He knows that even if this is all a dream, this is not fake
A portal to the Inter-Dimension has opened under his bed
And it’s absorbing him whole, invading the dreams in his head.

The colours swarm all around, filling his entire brain’s sight
Surrounded on all sides, Jeremy tries valiantly to put up a fight
But the Inter-Dimension can’t be fought with a tiny human fist,
Since it fills the gaps between realities, and doesn’t really “exist”.

With each universe ever expanding, the Inter-Dimension has holes
Which it plugs by absorbing children, and stealing their souls
If no sleeping boys died, the universe would cease to be
A child’s death is needed to maintain the Fabric of Reality.

But when the morning comes, his mother will still weep
For this night it was just Jeremy’s turn to die in his sleep.

Originally Posted 5/30/2012

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“The TV Dream”

As Cooper drifts off to sleep while watching TV,
The warm glow from the set bathing him soothing-a-ly,
He finds himself on the ocean, upon a pink cliff it seems
As what he has fallen asleep to has invaded his dreams.

From beyond the horizon, the Giant Robots trudge forth
Even though the TV sun sets in the west, every direction is North
Cooper can’t turn around to look the massive machines in the eye,
But he can feel them coming closer, and his death is nigh.

Their shadows loom for miles, as he’s frozen in his bed
He can hear their giant claws prepare to crush his tiny head
The whirring gears and beeping lights echo in his mind,
And he knows this is the end of all boy and humankind.

Cooper wakes up with a start, as he was about to surrender
An infomercial blares loudly, selling a new fancy blender
The dream’s reality fades away, as he finds himself back in his room
But he stares blankly at the screen, consumed with the feeling of doom.

Posted 8/4/2012

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“The Idea of Nothingness”

8 year old Gustavo Ramirez stares out into the darkness of his bedroom, struggling to sleep, and he feels his mind wander into the blackness…

He imagines floating through space, passing the different galaxies along the way, and wonders how it all came to be— How did we get here?  How did the universe get created?  What was the beginning?  We’re “something” now… but was it nothing before?

Was the nothing like this, just inky darkness?  No… darkness is something.  A nothing would be like… umm…

And Gustavo feels his brain hit a snag, jerking the smooth wandering thought process to a stop.

What is nothing.

He has had these thoughts in passing moments before, but only now, in the dark stillness of night, does he have the chance to fully explore them without distraction.  He can feel the empty sensation of nothingness creep into his soul, folding his brain in half as he simply tries to picture the concept.

Images of his pets dying and him and his family being dead and forgotten as everything he knows and loves ultimately joining the forgotten nothingness of life all flash in his mind’s eye as he tries to grasp onto the idea of nothingness… and fails. 

He can feel the concept come closer, though, more clear, if he can just concentrate harder and remove any sense of light and darkness and sound and air and anything that is something…

Gustavo wakes up groggy and confused the next morning, his alarm blaring.  He hurries to run upstairs before his siblings eat the last of the box of cereal, and he shakes the box sadly as he realizes he was too late.

While eating half a’ bowl of cereal crumbs and the last splash of milk, Gustavo decides that it was better than nothing.

Posted 2/28/2012

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“The Boy Who Died in His Sleep”

Jeremy tries to scream to force himself awake,
He knows even if this is all a dream, this is not fake
A portal to the Inter-Dimension has opened under his bed
And it’s absorbing him whole, invading the dreams in his head.

The colours swarm all around, filling his entire brain’s sight
Surrounded on all sides, Jeremy tries valiantly to put up a fight
But the Inter-Dimension can’t be fought with a tiny human fist,
Since it fills the gaps between realities, and doesn’t really “exist”.

With each universe ever expanding, the Inter-Dimension has holes
Which it plugs by absorbing children, and stealing their souls
If no sleeping boys died, the universe would cease to be
A child’s death is needed to maintain the Fabric of Reality.

But when the morning comes, his mother will still weep
For this night it just was Jeremy’s turn to die in his sleep.

Posted 5/30/2012

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“To Live and Dream in the Forest of Lights”

Jessica found herself stuck in some half-forgotten dream,
The world kept spinning and she couldn’t hear herself scream
She had no idea where she was or how she got there,
Constantly going in circles, blinded by the tree lights’ glare.

Each tree’s bulbs are in full bloom, shining light all around
The air is completely dead, except for an electric humming sound.
She can’t tell if it’s day or night, as the bright forest blinds her eyes
Dreamy memories keep popping in, but she can’t tell if it’s lies.

Suddenly she knows she was stranded, by her mother and father
She knew this day would come, since she was always a bother
Later on it seems illogical but in the dream it makes sense,
Left to die in the forest of lights, for an imaginary offense.

Each tree shines down like a thousand suns exploding in her face
She doesn’t know what she did wrong, and Something was giving chase
Running through the glowing trees, feeling like she deserves this fate
But as the Something grabs her, she realizes her parents used her as bait.

Jessica wakes up with a start, safe and sound in her bed
Glad it all wasn’t real, but the images are pounding in her head
While the memory of the dream is already fading away,
It still makes her feel guilty and anxious the rest of the day.

Posted 3/12/2012

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“The Idea of Nothingness”

8 year old Gustavo Ramirez stares out into the darkness of his bedroom, struggling to sleep, and he feels his mind wander into the blackness…

He imagines floating through space, passing the different galaxies along the way, and wonders how it all came to be— How did we get here?  How did the universe get created?  What was the beginning?  We’re “something” now… but was it nothing before?

Was the nothing like this, just inky darkness?  No… darkness is something.  A nothing would be like… umm…

And Gustavo feels his brain hit a snag, jerking the smooth wandering thought process to a stop.

What is nothing.

He has had these thoughts in passing moments before, but only now, in the dark stillness of night, does he have the chance to fully explore them without distraction.  He can feel the empty sensation of nothingness creep into his soul, folding his brain in half as he simply tries to picture the concept.

Images of his pets dying and him and his family being dead and forgotten as everything he knows and loves ultimately joining the forgotten nothingness of life all flash in his mind’s eye as he tries to grasp onto the idea of nothingness… and fails. 

He can feel the concept come closer, though, more clear, if he can just concentrate harder and remove any sense of light and darkness and sound and air and anything that is something…

Gustavo wakes up groggy and confused the next morning, his alarm blaring.  He hurries to run upstairs before his siblings eat the last of the box of cereal, and he shakes the box sadly as he realizes he was too late.

While eating half a’ bowl of cereal crumbs and the last splash of milk, Gustavo decides that it was better than nothing.

Posted 2/28/2012

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“The Exhaustive Search for Fellow Survivors”

Part 3 in The Ongoing Adventures of Haley Adams, The Last Girl on Earth.

(Click here for Part I, and here for Part II)

Bored with being the “Last Girl on Earth” (and growing increasingly tired of the ever-present infestation of Demons haunting her every move in the shadows), Haley Adams manages to convince herself that she couldn’t POSSIBLY be the only human who is still alive.

So, she dons her nicest scavenged gasmask and her jauntiest pair of goggles, and sets out into the nuclear wastelands to find her fellow survivors. 

“Finally!”, she sighs, “Something interesting to do!”

Since she’s only 9 years old and her parents were mostly preoccupied with dying in the apocalypse, Haley was never taught how to drive… and after several failed attempts at trying to teach herself how to work a stick shift on the family car, she decides she will just be one of those people who enjoy walking great distances.  Who even needs a car these days?!

After only 3 kilometers on her short legs, though, her enthusiasm for the expedition wains and Haley plops down on the curb, having decided that she has earned a break.

While sitting, she can feel the boredom seeping back in, and soon the boredom turns into tiredness and tiredness turns to sleepiness and sleepiness turns into nap time.

Haley wakes up with a start— and finds dozens of hissing, snapping demons staring her right in the face, filling her field of sight.

They all cackle evilly in unison, as their skin boils and bubbles up and rots away layer after layer, dissolving into visions of Haley’s dead family having their orifices widened and excavated by various glistening, moist living fangs that tear her family to shreds, one excruciatingly ripping bite at a time.

A demonic voice sings:
“They eat our entrails and drink our pus
So end their torture, and come with us”

Haley rolls her eyes and sighs… maybe when she was 8 this would have been scary, but she’s 9.  This is more just annoying, really.

She turns around and heads back home, and decides that even if she ISN’T the last human left on Earth, if there is truly anyone else alive they should have the common courtesy to come to her.

Posted 1/28/2012

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