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gonk and ok, this is a short I wrote recently:
Behind the Warehouse
There was blood on the dashboard. It soaked in and dripped a little every few seconds. Gravity pushed it down on the floor of the passenger’s side where it met its pond of a familiar red substance. The windows were cracked and punctuated by small round holes that expanded into horrendous ripples to look like a dying star that was collapsing back onto itself; a black hole that was ready to suck in all the life and light around it. Specs of red were dashed on the window as well. They represented the few last strands of life that struggled to hold on as oblivion was well on its way to stealing all that was to be. There was no more future for those stars, those young stars. They had sinned and fallen into a place that was filled with darkness. They were betrayed by the sun that they trusted and believed would keep them out of harm’s way.
“Trust no one” The sun would say just before it destroyed everything, every one and all pieces of history and future. Though, the saddest thing is that it didn’t care. It would get to live after all; it would get to feed on the energy and souls on the one’s it just destroyed. Eating and devouring the corpse’s of the once vibrant things that lived amongst it. It was liar. A punk. A b*****d; they had loved him once and some still do.
The bodies of children were in the backseat. Some slept dormant just before they were eaten, some watched in great anticipation and pain as they knew what was to come. The orbit had parked itself just behind a warehouse, turned off its beacon of light, and froze for a moment to look at all the little ones who thrived in his sunlight. He said nothing at first. His eyes lingered on them as if he was remembering the many times they had when they were younger. The many times he had to play big brother and protect them from the comets that would blast by in an attempt to end their lives prematurely. It was a reminder of how good he was at protecting them.
“I can’t do it anymore.” He said. “I can’t protect you when you get me in trouble with the boss.”
The boss was the universe that controlled all the galaxies in their realm. From Rio de Janeiro to Sao Paola, he controlled it all. His laws of physics and chemistry ruled everything and if one strayed from it, they too would be devoured. So, these small planets had to watch their sun as he turned his rays on them and blasted comets into their delicate bodies to rid him of their burdens.
There was blood on the dashboard. Four shot dead in a car and none of them were over the age of sixteen. They were small time gangsters once that depended on the badge and a gun of a cop who once protected them. There on the hood on the car laid a body; a bullet to the skull and a sun that couldn’t hold his food in from the ones he just destroyed. So he stopped eating to end his own life in order to go on to where his little planets sailed.
Im currently working on the 10 - 20 page one right now.
as far as poetry is concerned, i haven't written an official poem in that class yet. Its just been very good and useful discussion. My poetry teacher is pretty good. My fiction teacher is kinda boring but he randomly spats out some really good tips and reminders and some inspiring words.
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