Ms. Gormly

Since pickles started flying everything changed. The pickles took over the world. Oh, don't talk or write about them or they will kidnap you. I know I’m writing about them. I’m not dumb. I need to warn everyone. You need to go into hiding now.

We walked for what felt like days along a beautiful dirt road that was lined with beautiful trees with leaves like fire and rocks almost as beautiful as gem stones.

If you squint your eyes just enough, you should be able to see a small, glowing spark in the distance. At first, it may seem beautiful because it's a beautiful thing, but beware, because it becomes hideous.

The Tree


In my backyard

There is a tree

I sit

I read

I listen

I read Harry potter

And I listen for a trace

Of life

I listen under the tree 

Very peacefully

The Tree


In my backyard

There is a tree

I sit

I read

I listen

I read Harry potter

And I listen for a trace

Of life

I listen under the tree 

Very peacefully

When you wake up 

How do you feel?

Think about it.

When I wake up,

I push my covers aside,

And feel like I’m

in a landslide.

Why?

Because I have been