Other children will steal your work if you let them.

Mr. Eastes at the candy store is a perve.

You will get old too so quit staring and thinking old people are aliens.

Cell phones are coming.

If you wear those tight pants on stage the zipper will hang open the whole time you're singing that song to the crowd.

This has been the longest day of my life. Waking up wasn't fun. Escaping out the window even less so. You'll find it's harder to like your roommates when they're breaking down your door and snarling at you like next-door's bulldog. I must have been the last to get the memo, because all the shops were smashed up by the time I reached them. I grabbed what I could, which didn't amount to much. Inventory as of now: Tin of mushy peas, packet of crisps and what unfortunately turned out to be gourmet cat food.

I'm wishing now I'd watched some of those zombie shows, at least then I'd be somewhat prepared for this new brand of hell. I saw my old maths teacher get plowed down by a little Peugeot. She deserved better than that. One of them nice new Toyotas, at least. In all fairness though, she was off her head. Even worse than the breakdown she had when we lost the national final of that maths league, and that's saying something.

I'm sitting here in the corner of some field, and I keep thinking I'm hearing people. Hard not to be on edge when everyone wants to rip your scalp off and go nuts with the contents of your skull. I think I'll keep moving out into the countryside. The virus must be worse in the cities and towns where everyone's lumped in on top of each other. Still, I'm betting on opening the door to some pretty little country cottage and getting mauled by an elderly woman in her nightie that got up on the wrong side of sanity. I really need to get a big stick. Or a Peugeot.

-KM

Dear Self,

Be aware of your actions,

Because actions make future,

Its up to us to make it beautiful or disaster.

Don't stop for anything,

Don't wait for even a seconds,

Because what's await might be the light or darkness.

Be righteous towards people,

No matter age, colours or race,

Because in the end,

we all are same.

Same end,

Same fate,

But different path.

Dear self,

Be good and choose wisely,

Because when it's too late, its late,

There's no second chances,

Because it's already the end. 

Julie Anne

12/5/17

@ me of the past:

you need to start living life to the fullest

grind season never stops

the countdown on life is long

but not infinite

there will come a time where you are gone

yet the world moves on

new things will happen that you won't even exist to see

so live while you can

theres no time to be spending idle

hop onto the carpe diem train and never get off

do as much as you can

do everything

you don't want to live a life that ends in regrets

so did it now

theres no time to be spending on a past that will soon be forgotten

when the future is already passing by

when you realize what you must do

it may already be too late to do anything

dont wait

dont wait

dont wait

dont wait

just do

to live the best life

one that you can be proud of

one that others will admire

while you can do things

do things

before you can no longer do them

you must start grinding away

grind season never stops

if you must procrastinate

procrastinate on something productive

we all have an expiration label

and we can't just idle around doing nothing

life is too short to wait

while you're young live quickly and greatly

theres too much stuff to do

and not enough time

so you have to do what you can

with the time you have

you need to reach for the stars while you can still

fly

Janet focused on her breathing, trying to ignore the beads of sweat trickling down from her saturated brows.  That was easy to do with her eyes closed.  Opening them had no advantage in the pitch black, mildew saturated crawl space in which she found herself.  

The tightly knotted twine that bound her wrists behind her naked back had started cutting into her flesh after all of these days.  Supported only by a cold, rusted support beam behind her, her body surely would have been completely prone on the dirt foundation below her knees if she wasn't so tightly one with the house's skeleton.  

Her barely audible cries for help were muffled by the gag that was now seemingly part of her skull.  The only real sounds in the dungeon that she was sure would become her grave were the scattered squeaks of the rats now enjoying nibbles of her flesh, sautéed by drops of blood. 

With what seemed like the power of a lighthouse beam focused directly in her face, Janet's darkness vanished as the sounds of thunderous creaks on the wooden steps accompanied a flood of illumination from the first floor above her.  

He stood in front of her, peering down at her matted hair on the crown of her head.  She dared not look up.  She knew better.

"Whaddya' say?  Can I have my phone back now, Mom? Or do you want to spend another night down here?" 

IIIIIIIIIIIII'M... HOOKED ON A FEELING! OOGA, OOGA, OOGA, CHAKA!

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 is the latest sequel in the long line up of Marvel films. The guardians are back in action. Chris Pratt reprises as Star-Lord, Zoe Saldana as Gamora, Dave Bautista as Drax, Bradley Cooper as Rocket, and Vin Diesel as Baby Groot make an epic comeback along with Michael Rooker as Yondu, and Karen Gillan as Nebula. In this adventure, the guardians get into some trouble and are forced to make a crash landing. Upon crashing, it is here where they learn of Peter's heritage through the interaction of his father (played by Kurt Russell). Plenty of action, excitement, laughs, and Groot thrown in one helluva fantastic film.

While not as good as the first one it's still pretty awesome, so let's dive into the positives. First off the cast. Need I say more? If you loved them in the first film, you'll still love them here. Guaranteed!

The comedy I think is much better than the first. My jaw and throat right now are still sore from laughing so hard. There was a moment where I laughed so hard that I fell out of my chair. That's how funny it was. And yes it was the part where Drax was laughing at Star-Lord. Just seeing it onscreen made it better.

The soundtrack, god I love the soundtrack in this film. They picked some great songs for this film. I loved the soundtrack from the first film that I was excited to hear it in this one, and it didn't disappoint. I already bought it on Itunes, and listening to it now.

Another great thing this film touches on is family. For a bunch of misfits they really are one big family, even when there are a few you don't realize it, or are intentionally trying to be douchebags to keep themselves from feeling like they are part of a family. That's where the Guardians have the advantage over the Avengers. Where the Avengers always came off as good friends, the way the Guardians interacted with each other was much like a dysfunctional family and it was great seeing that.

Alright so what brings this movie down from being perfect? Again, it's the villain. Yeah I know I think everyone and their mother have said that there haven't been any good Marvel villains since Loki or Ultron, but that's not actually the case here. I think the main villain they've chosen for this film was perfect, I really liked him. However that doesn't excuse him for being so predictable. You've probably realized already by now which character I'm talking about, so there's no point in going over it. The minute I saw him I whispered to my friend, "He's the bad guy." And his plot, already called it before it happened.

The other problem I had was that they needed to add some other villain to the roster. I'm actually not talking about Nebula in this one. Nebula actually doesn't do anything evil. No, there's some other character slapped on because there needed someone to hunt the Guardians or what not. I don't know I didn't think this character was needed.

Overall I greatly enjoyed watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2. It's just the summer blockbuster needed to kickstart the new summer. If you loved the first film and love Marvel, then you've already seen it. You don't need my recommendation, just go watch it and stick around after the credits. It's worth it!

                                 Positives:                               Negatives:

                                -The guardians                      -Predictable villain plot

                                -Comedy                              -Secondary villain

                                -Action

                                -The soundtrack

                                -Baby Groot

                                -Theme of family

                                -Easter eggs & end credits

Final Grade: B+

I better go tag TheTallOne now or else he'll pop. Have you seen it? What were your thoughts? As usual, please be kind, leave a like and a comment below, and if you enjoyed this review check out more here on Prose!

Best Quote:

Peter Quill/Star-Lord: "You look like Mary Poppins."

Yondu: "Is he cool?"

Peter Quill/Star-Lord: "Yes he was."

Youdu: "I'm Mary Poppins y'all!"

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I don't know what to do.

I'm trapped inside a police car. The doors are locked but the keys are outside, being gnawed on by Emily. Oh god, Emily. I still can't believe that she's gone.

I don't even know how this happened. The zombies are surrounding the car, and Raven-- poor, sweet Raven-- is sleeping beside me. I'll never understand how little kids can doze off anywhere. 

No, no, no. Emily is staring at me. Her eyes are piercing my soul. It's like she wants me to open the door, like she wants to get in and give me the keys so we can drive away. I know I can't.

I looked away. I couldn't take the intensity of her gaze anymore. I have to think about Raven now. She's an adorable little girl that I met at the police station, and she trusts me. She's terrified, and I'm doing my best to keep her feeling safe. I have to-

Oh no. Emily somehow managed to hit the button on the keys. The doors are unlocked. They're going to get in any second.

Please, if anyone finds this, my name is Danni Lecton, I'm 14 years old. Please come find Raven and I, I can't do this alone, I'm scared, I-

I woke up today feeling liberated. I had been amongst the humans for almost a decade now. I made friends, I got a job, and I think I might have almost fallen in love. But zombies don't fall in love, there's just no time for it. Humans don't realize how wasteful they look - with spending all their lives on petty emotions and worthless jobs. We zombies, we're always planning the next apocalypse. As the day started, I felt liberated, but as it came to an end, I found myself hoping that Johnny would be okay in the days to come. Perhaps part of me had turned a little human.

Meet in stained gray sweatpants, at the mile-long line at the pharmacy. Like a rom com about elderly bridge enthusiasts. First, check your watch to see if it matches the time on the clock, sigh dramatically, eye the calorie-coated chocolate hearts lining the aisles of the well-stocked store; already some Easter baskets, like your mother makes, are surrounded by fluffy toy rabbits on mounds of glittering, artificial grass. You are waiting to buy your ointment.

He emerges from behind a pyramid of paper towels, looks like Sheldon Cooper, the humidity rolling, then blaring, then sort of latching onto your skin as he stands behind you. He asks you for a mint and you chuckle a bit, amused, but you give him your “Skinny Gals” mints. He’s missing a front tooth, missing a finger. He plops the mint in his mouth, rolling the sweet with his tongue, and gasps loudly, like a choking man. He frowns as he catches his breath, returns you the mints, looks at your face, says: “Too sweet”.

He then returns to his spot behind you, waiting. Perhaps for the same type of ointment. The two of you stare openly at each other, feet stuck to the floor. You are two impatient toddlers banging your sticky fists against your thighs, scowling at the lack of attention, t-shirts stained with miscellaneous blobs of breakfast.

You turn on your iPhone, connect to the Wifi. A minute goes by and he asks what you’re reading. It’s an article about the ten best cats to cuddle. He smiles, interested.

“I have three,” you hear him mutter, a thick New Jersey accent slobbering over his words.

Glance up. Say: “I have one too. His name is Sir Up.”

It sounds dumb. He doesn’t even laugh.

But it is how you meet.

He escorts you to the fanciest restaurant he can afford, Olive Garden.

He forgets to pull out your seat for you, but you don’t mind, he’s paying for dinner.

He left his wallet at home, and you sigh softly and slide your Visa card out from your slightly scratched crimson purse, wiping off the cat fur clinging to the side.

But at least he's there; he listens to you, asks you questions about your ointment, argues with you about whether The View or Ellen is a better show. He’s genuinely interested when you talk about your mother’s surprise birthday party. Asks if he can have the name of the venue.

He’s nice. Says: “You remind me of my mother....in a good way.”

You grin, reply with a “Thanks”. A guy hasn’t complimented you in a while.

It’s about time.

As you approach his house, you slide the car into park. Two stories tall, strict red brick walls with chipped cream columns in the front. A lawn gnome waves at you.

“It looks cosy.” You find yourself saying, strolling with him to the door.

“I know right?” He responds, all bloated with arrogance and a free meal of spaghetti and meatballs. His breath reeks of garlic and desperation. He leans down towards your lips and you lean up. Start to kiss him in front of the house. To the disappointment of your tingling lips, he shoves you to the sidewalk when the door flies open. Is it his wife? No, she’s too old and too calm. Must be his mom. You help yourself to your feet and almost miss the kiss he plops down upon his mother’s thin lips. Resist the urge to gag as she calls him “Cutie Pie” and “Cuddle Buddy” and “The Only Valentine I Need”. Contemplate running back to your silver Chevy and escaping to your apartment.

“This is Emily. I met her at the pharmacy. We were buying the same ointment.” He says, much to your embarrassment. Her olive eyes narrow with judgement and she pulls him closer to her flabby chest.

“Oh, I see,” is her kind response.

“Nice to meet you,” You say, before planting a goodbye kiss on his stubbly cheek.

“I’ll call you!” He shouts.

“Ok, Archibald.”

You wear your tight teal dress on the second date. You throw on skimpy silver heels for the third. You toss on a tight neon pink push-up bra for the fourth. She hates you, his bespectacled, forever frowning, wrinkled mother, and you start to relish her animosity. Never before have you been the forbidden, dangerous, bad girl and you enjoy slipping into that disguise after a hard day of filing tax returns at the office.

Perfumes with names like “Sunny Sweetheart” and “Barbados Babe” and “Malibu Beauty” adorn your medicine cabinet. His mother hates the beach. Flamingo pink lipstick is your new favorite color. His mother claimed only teenagers with low self-esteem wear that shade.

“You look nice.” He says tonight, as you wear a skin tight mini skirt and a sparkly turquoise top. You look ridiculous, but feel fantastic especially when you see his mother glare at you from a second story window. She followed you on your last date, circling around the parking lot of the Tijuana Flats in her plain white mini van. But his back was to the window and he just continued chewing the enchilada like it was the ambrosia of the gods. So you didn’t mention it.

He, however, mentions his mother a lot. Points out the picture of her in his wallet, cut carefully into a heart shape. Has a special ringtone for whenever she calls, some smooth, jazzy, romantic tune that belongs back in the old faded movie it crawled out from. Hours are spent yammering about her various make-believe and real-life illnesses and how much he loves her.

That’s the routine with him: go out to dinner, hear him praise his mother, kiss him good night, receive the evening scowl of his prowling mother.

You should stop this once and for all. But all you do is watch the front door close and breathe in the hate.