1. Close But No Cigar.

    Katie woke up on the left side of the bed. She immediately brushed her long brown hair out of her face and went downstairs to the kitchen. She filled a cup with black coffee to start her day. Katie changed into her favorite purple tank top and ran out the door to the bus. When she arrived at school she went to her locker and grabbed more books than she could handle. She gripped to them like they were her mother’s hand in a grocery store. Katie wandered through the halls staring at the footsteps of each passing student. As she was walking to class she noticed someones shoes were remarkably similar to hers. I’ve never seen someone who has the same peach colored Converse. she thought to herself and before she knew it she rammed into the person. BAM! In the blink of an eye, a cup of black coffee spilled onto her shirt. Katie started hyperventilating, because even though no one was laughing she could hear them in her head. She dropped her books and ran away. Katie cried in the bathroom stall quietly to herself and she could so easily feel the tears sliding down her face. They almost tickled as they dripped into her lap. Katie stayed there for about an hour until the end of school. She stood in line at the library to try and see if anyone returned her books. While in line she kept to herself, not looking up at all. She heard people arguing behind her. Something about cutting in line. She ignored it and left the library without her books. Katie was picked up by her mom and immediately started crying when she got in the car. She started blasting Noah and the Whale’s “L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N”. Her mom started to console her. Katie looked at her mom and said “Love you!” with a big smile on her face. It was quite a shame when her mom didn’t notice the light turn red.

    Travis woke up on the right side of the bed. He hit the alarm clock snooze one too many times and  now didn’t have time to eat breakfast or anything. He just threw on the first shirt he could find, a pair of jeans, and his favorite peach colored Converse then went bolting out the door. When Travis arrived in the car he started playing “L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N” by Noah and the Whale and drove off. Travis arrived at school a couple minutes late so he quickly grabbed his purple hoodie and slammed the door shut. Travis walked through confidently with a book clipped to his side by an elbow and a cup of coffee in hand, plenty of room to carry more. Travis noticed a girl in the halls. He had never seen her before, but she just looked at the ground as she walked. The secret girl’s long hair made it so hard to see her face. Before he realized, he’d already bumped into her. BAM! Every book she had fell to the ground. Before Travis could apologize and help her, she ran away as embarrassed as ever. He went on with his day and finished his classes although, she never really left his mind. Katie Hughes, he thought to himself as he read the inside cover of her textbooks, who the hell are you? Travis walked to the library to return them to the lost and found. While he was in line, he saw Katie’s hair and instantly recognized her. He started walking towards her when some tall football player guy yelled at him to not cut in line. Travis kept walking and got pushed and dropped the books. He started fighting with the football player a bit and didn’t notice Katie leave. He picked up the books and decided he would return them to her in person. Travis and got in his car and kept thinking about Katie. He started driving and just as the light turned green he noticed something. Katie, he thought to himself “I..” 



  2. Patricia the Bunny

    The kids in school called Patricia a bunny, because she was. She practically floated from class to class, leaving a positive mark on everyone she encountered. Patricia was the star of her drama class. No one noticed the empty seats where her parents were supposed to be because she didn’t let them. One night in particular, she got to play Cinderella (the lead of course). Everyone in the school was talking about how excited they were. It seemed that no matter what was going on or who you were talking to, everyone loved Patricia. She practically was illuminated with beauty when she walked on to the stage. The white gloves glistened in the reflection of the spotlight. She spun around during her dance number and everyone stared in awe. This night was no different then the others. Her parents seats were empty and again no one noticed. How could they? She was beautiful. When they found her hanging from her closet it came as quite a shock. The white gloves that once glistened were now slashed and dyed red. When the paramedics arrived they announced her dead, because she was.


  3. The Sad Cantaloupe


    Once upon a time, there was a cantaloupe.  This cantaloupe’s name was Courtney. Courtney the Cantaloupe.  And she lived in LaGuardia.  The airport.  She lived in the airport LaGuardia in the produce section of a small, non-24 hour grocery store in Terminal 5. Now, Courtney was very sad.  You see, everyday she tried her hardest to look just as pretty, just as round, and just as firm as everyone wanted, but everyday she was tossed aside, deemed too small, too bruised, and too lumpy.  Every day she had to watch Casey or Clint or Cary or Clay get picked with cries of, “Oh, perfect!” Or, “Ah, just right!”  Or, “Mmm, this one seems extra juicy!” Depressed and tired of rejection, she decided that something had to be done to make her the prime pickings! She’s been in the freezer for three days now, and we all know that cantaloupe’s life spans aren’t the longest.  So, one night, Courtney snuck away from her sleeping cantaloupe nemeses and rolled across the store and behind the cashier’s desk to find the ballpoint pens.  Barry the Ballpoint Pen, to be specific.  Barry was Courtney’s only friend in the store.  I know it’s odd, but one should never question the dynamics of the relationships of the inanimates.  Barry, weary of hearing Courtney’s woes and whinings, knew what he had to do.  He and Courtney hopped and rolled back to the produce section, he helped her into the freezer, and then hopped in himself.  And continued hopping.  And his hopping turned into jumping.  And his jumping turned into puncturing.  And his puncturing turned into stabbing.  Barry stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and stabbed.  Cory was stabbed, Cosmo was stabbed, all of the cantaloupes were stabbed - except for Courtney.  Courtney was safe, sound, snoring, even.  The events before her were so soothing to her, they acted as her gentle lullaby, rocking her into a deep, complacent sleep.  That morning, she woke up in a pile of her comrades.  Her comrades’ blood and mushy corpses.  She primped herself for the day ahead. Finally, the store opened and customers started rushing in.  The first to arrive was a tall, rigid looking woman toting her multiple carry-ons and pushing her toddler son in his little blue stroller.  He seemed to be about four or five.  Brown hair, overalls, the whole gambit.  This boy told his mother that all he wanted was a melon.  The yellowy orange kind.  It was his favorite.  She, being the compliant mother that she is, grabbed Courtney with much unhappiness, and handed her to the boy since her hands were far too full.  The boy, displeased with Courtney’s mushy, lumpy, and what seemed to be rotting body, threw her on the ground, smashing her to a pulp.

    The End 

    (Source: fastfoodbuddha)