It was our second month in school together

The month of October, when everything falls down

When everyone and everything falls into the crooked hole I like to call Love

I was shy 

I couldn't change that

You would always smile at me when you came in late

I wouldn't look back

I could feel you staring sometimes

At the back of my head

I could feel you touching my hair

Playing with a curly brown thread

You sum up the courage one day to ask me "Can we go on a date?"

Unfortunately for you, I didn't know how you felt about me yet

I didn't know what to feel, I didn't know how to respond 

So I said the first thing that came to mind

I said no

Maybe I was insensitive towards you when I rejected you

Maybe I thought it was for the best 

But dammit, no matter how hard I try

I can't get you out of my head

I have feelings for you now that I haven't had before

So I try to give subtle cues, nothing less, nothing more

When you ask around for a pen for instance, and no one replies

I smile to myself at your recklessness

And timidly reach out to you, a brief glance into your eyes

A sudden exchange of glances, a secret amongst ourselves

A slight caress of skin on skin, as your fingers touch my pen

Raw emotions of pain and pleasure pooled within your eyes, my eyes

A short-lived battle you win

I look away, but I don't want to

I want you

I want to look at your eyes

Your hazel eyes, as sweet as honey when you look at me

As cold as ice when you don't

I try to make it up to you

I try to get closer to you, but to stay far at the same time

I try to give you tiny hints

Implicit displays of my affection for you

In every class, if I pushed my chair back, you'd pull yours forward

You'd sit behind me with your tall legs outstretched, wide open on both sides of my chair 

I'd take it as a warm invitation, so I nestle my feet between them

You would close the gap, so that our legs were touching

You get closer to me, if that was even possible

And start twirling strands of my hair

I don't stop you, no one's looking, so I don't care

I feel safe now, I feel protected

I feel content now, I feel excited

I feel your eyes on me again

I can hear you sigh contently behind me

At this newly acquired knowledge of yours

I can imagine you thinking now "she likes me too" with our legs intertwined

I smile to myself at our little game

I don't want it to end

Ironically, we had so much chemistry in this class

Maybe that's where it got the name Chemistry

This was our only chance

Our only chance to show our love in disguise

Sometimes I would even tease you

Like whenever you were standing and talking to your friend, your back facing me

I would pretend I forgot something in my locker

So I would stand up and put my hand on your back

As I tried to squeeze myself between you and the desk

I would always feel you tense under my touch

And I'm not going to lie, I enjoyed it

I enjoyed the way I made you feel

Or when we went up the stairs side by side

We would consciously let our arms touch, just to feel the goosebumps

This was our little secret, and no one would ever know

No one except the two of us

At the end of the day, I would go to my bus and you would follow me

Thanks to your best friend, whose bus was mutual to mine

So I'd place my bag on my seat, and we'd say our visual farewell for the day

As the first buses start their engines, you would rush to your bus and I would sit in mine

I would always have a mini panic attack at that moment

Scared that I may never see you again, as irrational as that is

But who said love was rational?

My eyes yearn for your touch, for a glimpse

A brief glimpse of you

As I repeatedly tell my brain  "one more time, just one more time" 

As I try to convince myself that I've already bid you goodbye for the day

The feeling is hard to resist

So I finally succumb to my pleasure

And as I turn around ever so slightly,

Your knowing smile greets me.

Yet another Halloween night arrived on the unusual town of Brimstone, which meant costumes and treats door to door. Among the many trick-or-treaters were members of the Gravely family: Lu, Rosemary, and Regan. Mrs. Gravely remained home for the evening, handing out goodies to all the young visitors. Rosemary and Regan skipped along the sidewalk. Their devilish stepfather strayed behind, hands in his pocket and a cigarette puffing from his mouth. The pair of sisters were definitely happy that he wasn't upwind of them. It was bad enough that their garage and his car often smelled of cancerous smoke.

Regan dressed up as a pretty princess with a long pink dress and a sparkling, plastic, jewel crown. Rosemary on the other hand dressed up as one of the band members of KISS, complete with crazy hair, face paint, and equipped with her rocking guitar named Sammie. As they walked the eldest daughter would strum a few beats from Sammie's ecustic strings. Lu dressed as his regular attire. All the girls in the family joked that he was scary enough without a costume, to which the Devil agreed.

The trio stopped off at each household, collecting as much candy as they could get. "Trick or treat!" they sang to each homeowner that opened their doors. Like every kid they too were treated with delicious sweets. The Marlow-Goto house always offered the best treats. Large, sugar-coated lollipops and pixie sticks place on top of their candy piles. Down the street the local dentist dropped sugar-free gum and toothbrushes into their bags, not what they wanted but a kind offering. They stopped off at Mrs. Wordsworth's house, who never celebrated Halloween or decorate her household like the rest of the festive neighborhood. Instead of giving away treats she dropped small Christian comics into their bags in hopes of converting as many trick-or-treaters to the pathway towards God. The girls were more than happy to let Lu burn them in his bare hands once they were far enough from Mrs. Wordsworth's house.

After collect another handful of goodies from another house, Rosemary and Regan raced each other to the other side of the street to reach the next household. Lu slowly paced himself afar as he kept a watchful eye on them. Seeing his stepdaughters having fun molded a small smile around his lips. When the pair reached the other corner of the street they stopped when the spotted a dastardly trick played in their neighborhood. Two older kids tossed eggs at the garage doors and threw toilet paper into the trees. One was a troublemaking boy in his teens with a blue football jersey on him. The other was a girl about the same age as her accomplice with a orange-colored mohawk for hair. Neither of the sisters recognized the older kids but the definitely could tell that they were bigger, taller, and dumber. They were middle schoolers.

"Hey, what're you doing?" the oldest Gravely sister called out. "That's not cool, dude."

"Yeah!" Regan agreed. "That's not nice!"

"Oooh," one of the bullies mocked. "What're you gonna do about it?"

The troublesome duo halted their activities and walked up to the Gravely sisters. Their heights overshadowed them. A small jolt of fear numbed both Rosie and Regan, but they dared not revealed their fear in front of the bullies. The teens then swiped their bags of treats out of the sisters' hands. "Hey! Give that back!" Rosemary snapped.

"Alright. Free treats for us." the older girl mocked.

"We're gonna tell!" Regan warned them.

The two bullies laughed aloud. "Who ya gonna tell?" the older boy teased, digging through their goodie bags. "Your mommy?"

"Worse. Our stepfather." Rosemary's then warned.

The bullies laughed even harder. "Now I'm really scared," the older female sarcastically said.

"What's he gonna do about it?" the older male asked. "Sue us?" They laughed some more unbeknownst that the street lights above them flickered off. The darkness of the Halloween night engulfed around them while they continued laughing. Rosemary and Regan then saw a shadowy outline of Lu emerge behind the two bullies, but kept quiet as the allowed their stepfather to deal with them.

The female bully then cried. "Your stepfather's probably a wimp and a loser. I bet I can take him." They never noticed that the shadow figure's eyes lit bright red through the coming darkness.

The Gravely sisters watched as their stepfather's shadow dissolved into a black mist. The mist soundlessly grew larger and larger, much to the ignorance of the two teasing teens. The mist took a form. A large body shaped itself inside the darkness. Then those pair of red eyes shined again, only they were much bigger than before.

One of the bullies stopped laughing and nudged her friend. "Why's everyone staring at us?" she asked. Both bullies noticed that not only were the two sisters stared back at them but everyone in the area as well. They saw how the mouths of each bystander dropped open upon a horrible sight. The pair of troublemakers were confused until they felt a warm puff of wind brush against their bodies.

They flinched still. Somebody, or something, was right behind them. The sound of a low, carnivorous growl jumpstarted their hearts. Goosebumps popped around their skins that now turned pale as ghosts. They both zipped around to see a large, pointed head of some sort of dragon-dinosaur-Godzilla hybrid beast leaning in on them. Large horns over its brows, a 60-foot length from snout to tail, bony spikes atop its head and most of the body, scales red as blood, and a pair of toothy, smaller mouths breathing on each side of its cheeks. The creature stared at them with the most hungry, predatory, red eyes.

A loud roar erupted from the Beast's toothy maw that almost knocked the bullies off their feet. They instead swayed like trees inside a hurricane. They both got a whiff of the Beast's foul breath that smelled of death and decay. Fear swept through their adolescent bodies. Some of it even leaked out and stained the inside of their pants.

"Is that your stepfather?" the bullies nervously stammered.

"Yup," both the Gravely sisters said. Neither of them were afraid of the beast before them.

The bullies handed back their goodie bags. "We're really sorry!" the boy cried.

The girl shook where she stood. "Yeah, never gonna do something like this again! Please don't eat us!"

Those predator eyes still glared brightly. The Beast quickly snapped its larger jaws at the two bullies, causing them to scream as they ran to the opposite side of the street. They were never going to be a nuisance on another Halloween night ever again. But the bullies, however, weren't the only ones to run away from the monstrous sight of the Beast. Other bystanders and trick-or-treaters ran to various corners of the street, away from the Beast. Only Rosemary and Regan remained close to their stepfather's alternate form.

"You're still in there, right Lu?" Rosemary called up to him.

The Beast's eyes now glared at them. The Gravely sisters saw there was no savagery in those reptilian pupils. They were soft and gentle. Lu was definitely in control of the Beast this time.

A large, scaly hand held out before the two girls, offering them a ride to their next stops. They both happily obliged and stepped into its large palms. The Beast rose straight up with his stepdaughters holding onto his fingers. His clawed feet left smoldering imprints in the asphalt streets as he lumbered towards the next houses for treats.

"Let's stop over to Sweeny Street," Rosemary suggested. "They always giveaway tasty caramel apples for treats."

#sinsofthefather #fiction #comedy #fantasy #horror #devil #family #halloween #happyhalloween

(An excerpt from a book that was never written)

Meet Sarcasm

______There's so much, countless! great benefits of Sarcasm. Sarcasm was found in ancient Egypt in 13-somethin’ B.C. In ancient Egypt, they called it “shukulolo” in English means, ‘have fun before it's all gone.’ also translated into Greek as ‘have a piece o cake after eating the steak.’ Ancient Egyptians used Sarcasm in a variety of ways and in many occasions as they considered it the greatest gift of all time, it was a gift from ‘Ra’ the God of Netflix & Chill. God Ra gifted Sarcasm to his people as a coping mechanism weapon when they were suffering from the most powerful disease ever known to humankind. The disease called ‘depression,’ or ‘dépression’ as they called it in France during the ‘The Chilly War’ in 17-somethin’ B.C. Sarcasm was very popular the time for either healing the most powerful psychopath Kings and Queens, or getting rid of them. Sarcasm was well known in the ancient world as the gift of the cool God, and ancient Egyptians used it on daily basis.

The Chilly War

______France was one of the most powerful nations. It was beautiful as hell with seductive, deep, crystal-like green eyes. They were very rare and the most valuable on planet earth. Egypt fell in love with her crystal-like green eyes that beam spiritual ray from the inside-out. Egypt fell in love with her, at first sight! And unconditionally. Egypt wanted to embrace the crystals and keep them in the heart of her capital city, but France resisted, she did not want to give it up easily and declared war against Egypt. The war lasted for decades but neither of them won the war, it was like cats’ fight that you never want it to end, more like The Cold War but without guns, no bullets fired. No winners in this war but losers. Both lost things. Although, Egypt loved it, loved it like loving an ice-cream-brain-freeze that hurts but you will not let go of that ice cream cone. That's why they called it The Chilly War. It burns yet joyful.

The Horny King

______After the Chilly War with France, Egypt was in such bad shape as most of their Jaggy-juggle soldiers were killed during the war. And who's the opportunist asshole who would take an advantage of the situation to declare war against Egypt? The answer is Greece. Greece finally won the war and colonized Egypt in 17-somethin B.C. after so fucking boring fight, when Alexander the King of Greece was horny and wanted to hook-up with Cleopatra, the Queen of Egypt at the time. Alexander invaded Egypt and forced Cleopatra to live with him in his Cando so that they would play ‘Bride and Groom,’ but Cleopatra managed to fool him every night and say, “my king! you shall not fuck tonight for my body under maintenance in the hands of Gods.” she always claimed to have her period, every night, for the last two years or so. When the horny king figured that she was fooling him all along he went furious and issued the first bill rights. The bill had an order to suspend the Internet, Wi-Fi, and TV from the Egyptian fellas. Ancient Egyptians were sooo pissed off and fucked up, all their cellular devices became useless pieces of shit, and so their wonderful talents as of texting while walking like stupid zombies, playing Pokémon on the go and get hit by a camel or bump into each other, neither they can even play Candy Crash on the fucking river bus.

______I mean, come on man, seriously! What is life anymore without internet?! This is not life!

The new bill put them into deep depression again. I know. Right?! Sounds like they loved this shit but they didn't. Although, Egyptians did not give up, they were smart people, I guess. After a long roll with depression, again, they decided to use the secret weapon to cope with it, the gift that Ra the God of Netflix & Chill has bestowed on them, Sarcasm!

Fortunately, the horny king did not know about this gifted weapon. Otherwise, he would have used it on himself and properly has turned into a clown or something, rather than a king.

Sarcasm Is My Lifestyle

______Sarcasm played such magnificent role in Egyptians’ lifestyle, it was a savior Jesus-fucking-Christ like. When Egyptians were gifted Sarcasm, they were like, “oh yeah baby, booyah,” they embraced Sarcasm as a member of their own families, just like a woof, woof dog. “One ov us, one ov us” they would cheer up among one another at home, licking each other's faces, and French kiss while the salivation pouring off their mouths on their white Egyptian-made cotton shirts. And ever since, Egyptians are addicted to Sarcasm.

______Egyptians would carry Sarcasm along with them at all time, everywhere they go. They carried it in their school backpacks, in their made-in-China yoga pants that they wore 24 hours a day, at work and workout, at the national parks, and even at bedtime, like morons. They carried it in their stupid too-skinny jeans pocket too, it squeezed out of their fat-coated butts, it looked like a backward-boner or dildo, and they were proud of it. Other times, they would even blend it up with morning's protein shakes and smoothies before they head to the gym, work, or school. At work, Egyptians used Sarcasm to bullshit one another as of ‘a time killing technique,’ like a cellular device or something,’ but remember! they don't have access to Internet or wi-fi, and even the restaurants and coffee shops started to shut down due to the enormous decreased number of consumers, because they couldn't offer free wi-fi as they used to, but not anymore, not after Greece fucked them up and took the Internet and all of the their electronic toys away from them, except for the cell phones, just for a fun little tease, as long as they were useless anyway without Internet or wi-fi. Hence, they used Sarcasm instead.

______Ancient Egyptians also used Sarcasm at home when their parents ‘crap-talk’ them, of course, in high manners, and professionally.

______Aww, such cute fucked-up little kids, who would have thought! These cute fucked-up little kids will rise and shine like a diamond in the sky. Of course, they were the future as later, they will invent cool toys for entertainment, as we know them in today's world as RPGs, Machine-guns, and all kinds of the cool shitty toys that we truly enjoy today, and, of course, the coolest toy of them all… Nuclear-dildos.

Those kids though, LMAO…

I'm Sexy and I Know It

______Sarcasm was very popular and spreading rapidly across the globe. Like the Hashtag and the Hawaiian Pizza, like Cheeseburger, like Mac ‘n Cheese. It was very popular that the surrounding countries heard about it. All the other countries wanted it, they all wanted Sarcasm. China attempted to knead an artificial version but it would crack quickly as soon as it was unpacked by the hands of the planet earth! The consumers would get angry and ask for a refund, but then they remember the ‘terms and conditions’ book that they never read and go... “seriously ma nigga!” even though they knew that China was in Asia, they just liked the sound of it.

______The rednecks got jealous, “poop or get off the pot” they said, and so they decided that they'd go for a hunt and get one Sarcasm to themselves. The rednecks gathered around as one group, they were as happy as a tick on a fat dog. Ready to go! Rednecks carried as much food as they can carry along the journey, in addition to one shotgun ‘just in case,’ and headed to the Amazon. According to the history, no one of them had returned, however, there are some scientific claims that they were either killed eaten by a lion or bitten by a snake, or they might just have shot themselves in the foot so that they bleed to death rather than getting bitten by a squirrel.

Fuck Me... No More

______There was a King named ‘Fuck-Me’ was suffering a disturbing disease, called ‘Suck-English.’ The scientists at the time busted their butts off trying to find cure for it but they had no luck with any of their experimental attempts. They felt down, they felt like dumb asses and the king would shitting and mocking them, and sending them funny memes and gifs with poop emojis and stuff like that, all the fucking day long! The shitting and mocking somehow motivated them and eventually they got their shit together and invented the machine, they called it ‘CMFG’ which stands for Check-My-Fucked-up-Grammar. Although, the machine did not work well as they would have expected, but it helped to stop the disease from growing. But that mother-yucker disease was very manipulative badass, the CMFG machine would no longer work after some time. The disease was started to grow again and developed into higher stages that seemed to appear in side effects such as, forgetting words, spelling errors, and even wrong pronunciation.

______King Fuck-Me was fed up of this shit, he believed that Sarcasm would be the cure for his disease. Fuck-Me heard that Egyptians had used it on Nefertiti’s breasts to make ’em bigger, and it worked! Sarcasm does almost everything they would've imagined. King Fuck-Me wanted this cure so badly, like right in the ass, but he was aware that he was incompetent to declare war against the Egyptians. Egyptians were too powerful and King Fuck-Me was such a pussy, he wouldn't take the risk. However, he was kind of smarty pants, and he had a plan! His plan was to fuck himself rather than let the disease fucking him like a pain in the ass, over and over, and over again. And so, he did… King Fuck-Me fucked himself, bravely! And he fucked ever after his mighty death and his people raised a giant statue of him to honor him and his fuckery story.

______Before his death, he has commanded his royal court to bury his body in New York Temple where the other fellow fuckers lie too, in peace, of course.

Visit Me in the Afterlife/Near Future

New York Temple found at 382 Avenue W, next to McDonald's, at the north side of upper Manhattan nearby Fuckery Avenue. New York Temple considered one of the most mysterious temples of all time. Tourists today come from all over the world to take cool selfies and Snapchat with King Fuck-Me pictures that drown on the walls of the temple and laugh at his fuckery things. And the ancient Egyptians sarcasmtized themselves to death, as they believed in the afterlife. Although, scientists do not have any goddamn evidence whatsoever whether or not ancient Egyptians are living Gods among us, but they do claim that they have discovered how Ancient Egyptians were Sarcasmtized in a socialized society along with their capitalized properties. Waiting for the afterlife. They also considering posting some cool YouTube videos for educational purposes, in the near future. No one knows when hell this fucking near future is, but they confirmed that the videos will be uploaded as soon as the Congress releases their scientific research funding. In the near future.

References

“The Sarcastic King” by C.C. (07, August 1985). Retrieved 30 September 2017.

“When I Fucked Myself” by Depressed, Guy. (4 April 1986). Retrieved 22 December 2016.

“Sarcasm Today” Archived from “Scientists Association.” (23 October 2016). Retrieved.17 November 2017.

“Coping Mechanism” Archived from “Imagery University of Somewhere.” (17 June 1979). Retrieved 16 May 2015.

“My Sarcastic Mode” Archived from “Have Fun Sometimes.” (since forever years). Retrieved just-right-now, always, all-time.

Author's note: Has my English improved?

Have my grammar improved? nah, and nay.

Also, due to the current buggy baggy bug that we're

Dealing with, I used underscore instead of indentation.

Creativity, huh? wink *_^

_______________ #pff _______________

#PieceOfShit #Bah #FuckMe #JustKidding

#RightMiddleFinger____#LeftMiddleFinger

When help is needed but not requested

There is no need to manifest it

For the Lord is here and he shall grant it

And none but He is forever nested

Within the hearts of the people

And the ones they love

How funny the show might be

To he who jests it

It may be a joke

But we are tested

The Lord laughs at our blunders

At our appealing behests

As a black bird does

When noticing a wasp’s nest

But nothing is funnier

And nothing as final

As leading yourself to your own death.

Oh Darling, what a dull life it would be without imagination.

Poetry is a colorful form of expression through words that project your mind.

Without poetry my dear friend, I would be nothing but a dull spirit, it is what excites me and brings me out of the dull reality we are forced to take part in. Day in and day out, wishing to escape but how? only those who love the power of words understand, but oh dear friend, it doesn`t have to make sense, and that, is what makes it beautiful.