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  The Demise of Humankind

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  No one on earth knew what had hit them. First, their email alerts from Facebook stopped coming. Then it was suddenly impossible to Google anything. Then there was the demise of the internet, followed closely by tv and cell phones. Many suspected foul play, while others thought the end was nigh, and ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Darker, Lighter

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  The darker the night The colder the wind The sharper the bite Of the teeth in your skin The more rancid the air The harsher the monsoon The more red the stare Of the man on the moon The faster the sun Comes up in the day The brighter the sky Burns those things away The bluer the ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dairy

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  You’re the cheese to my macaroni The frosting to my cupcake The butter to my toast The ice cream to my sprinkles I’m lactose intolerant....
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Toad!

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  I looked handsome as a toad. That’s a simile, in case you don’t know. Perhaps I should have said my reflection looked as handsome as a toad, because that would clarify that I was looking in the mirror. Anyways, I digress. I’m not talking about a toad in a children’s movie, where they wear ve...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Time's Up

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  Twenty four minutes and seventeen seconds. I pace from barred window to barred window, from cement wall to cement wall. I grab the doorknob and give it a shake, not because I think it will give,but for something to do with all my nervous energy. I bite my bottom lip and look back at the Timer, the ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Uninspiring

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  Right now I’m sitting Staring at an empty screen. The clacking of the keys has silenced. All Is Quiet. Still. Uninspiring. I Get up. I pace the room three times. What happens next? The Answer Isn’t in the bottom of two mugs of peppermint tea Or in any of the web pages I mindlessly...
• Reviews > Movie Reviews
  Casablanca

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  Before I even began watching Casablanca, I had already viciously stereotyped it based on the countless terrible “old movies” I’d unwillingly been made to watch in school. I was fully expecting bad actors, cheesy comedy, and a storyline either too complicated to understand or too dull to pay an...
• Hot Topics > Letters to the Editor
  Am I Really a Bad Writer?

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  I just checked my e-mail and found that another one of my articles on TeenInk.com got a bad rating. This is probably the tenth time this has happened. Don't get me wrong – I'm all for constructive criticism, and I know I have room to improve. Doesn't everybody? But when a person has the nerve to g...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Words

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  The words don’t even look good on the page anymore They gaze at me pitifully, and I just want to stuff them back into my mind where they came from...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Quizically

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  One eyebrow raised quizzically Quizzically, that’s a good word For the arch of that caterpillar on your forehead. Your eyes are green. Greener than usual, I think. I can’t be sure I never really paid attention. And I think one of them is squinting Sort of, and there! It flinched, I saw...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Good Bowl Of Spaghetti

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  A good story Is really no different from a good bowl of spaghetti. I ladle ideas on collage ruled notebook paper With a serving spoon. Sometimes dainty angel hair ideas Or deep, round rigatoni ideas. I add a coating of creativity, warm and with the perfect amount of spices Thyme, parsley, ros...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Writers Block

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  The paper stares blankly at me Counting the seconds Sucking any glimpse of an idea from my grasp My mind is a void, of deep infinite nothing The words fall from pen to paper with a meaningless thud I scratch them out, those two- dimensional words An epidemic races across my mind Thoughts ...
• Poetry > Limerick
  From the Moment I Spilled my Rice Krispies

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  From the moment I spilled my Rice Krispies My eyes started to get misty Of the box they poured out Plummeting to the ground Oh no! Anything but my Rice Krispies! Reluctantly I scooped them up With my hands into a paper cup I scraped them into the garbage supposing That even though of my b...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Phobia

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  The darkness is something beastly, oozing down the walls and puddling on the floor. It closes in on me quickly, coming in from all directions, making it inescapable. I gasp for breath, feeling the heavy weight of it crushing me, my lungs now useless. I cower underneath my heavy blankets, but the ...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Sleep

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  I padded across the hallway, holding my dress a half inch off the ground so I wouldn’t make any noise. My crown was under my pillow, the thousands of layers of petticoats had been peeled off and stuffed under my mattress, and my ridiculous high heels had been replaced with a comfy pair of felted ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  What If

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  The sounds of angry honking force their way into my room, intruding the space in my eardrums like a herd of angry geese. My pencil scratches across the page all the more quickly, finishing the last of the math homework I was supposed to have finished last night. I brush my bangs out of my eyes wit...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Drop!

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  I sink my hands into the white walls around me, feeling my breath tear in and out of my throat in short, erratic gasps. Glassy beads of hot perspiration roll across my forehead as I glance downwards at the dizzying drop below me, feeling the nausea bubble and froth in my stomach, threatening to bur...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  The Night

  

  By flyingpinkgiraffes, chardon, OH

  The glowing symbols on the otherworldly device in front of me metamorphose once again. The squiggles and half- triangles and loops disappear, replaced with a more familiar, sophisticated set of three circles, the first made of two stacked atop each other, resembling a snowman. My cue. I stiffen a...