Dracula
Blood had never tasted so…sweet.
Blood had never tasted so…sweet.
A boy sat under a hazy sun, paper airplane in hand. Words stretched along the creases, telling of a world he wished he knew: one of a golden sun you couldn’t meet the gaze of, fields full of green grass and wildflowers, and sparkli
Only those looking were stunned silent.
The aliens saw Earth and left.
Somewhere in the woods generations in the past, there was a person who wanted to build a life for themselves. So they bravely ventured into a land of great cedar and oak, which they thought could bear fruit all year long.
After they arrived at the train station in the middle of nowhere, getting off of the bus was an awful drag. It was sluggish, slow, and the fleeting flocks of people turned into deep, hurling crowds.
Sam and Willa lay on their backs in the overgrown grass of his yard, her describing the shape of the clouds for him to paint as a picture in his head.
The bus to the Bellingham Amtrak Train Station was long and grueling; nothing short of a suffocation chamber for its passengers that day. Crowded, overlapping voices.
I’m sorry, but what does he think C.I.A. stands for? Clowns institutional- alright. I have nothing for the A, but you get my point. He flunked all of his training, but since his Dad was a former agent, they let him through!
Beep… Beep… Beep…
It's late when I pull into this town. the square is lively as my car sputters stop feet away from vision.
its a party. the people of the town running around and around and around, with carrots potatoes tomatoes everything the town has
Submission for next years challenges-
Write about something bittersweet, or a similar duality of feelings.