the hellish binosaur

the hellish binosaur

i would like to blame my 7th grade ela teacher for issues regarding my writing

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Writings
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Followers
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Following
Those Dang Mimes

Crying

And crying

And whining

And begging

And sobbing

And screaming

And complaining

And bargaining

But Teddy was ran over by a driving mime

So now the monsters will eat my toes

And pick of my eyeballs

And play with my brain

And make necklaces out my intestines

But Teddy won’t be there with me...

Mr. Larson

I watch somberly from the window, as the soldiers investigate the damage sustained from the crash. This is supposed to be a safe visit of state, but things never seem to go to plan here.


Crashes and bangs come from inside the shuttle walls, where grease monkeys do their best to repair the mechanics while welders patch up the outside. The soldiers run around, waving around their weapons, to see i...

The Backstabbing Friend

“I need to confess something… I did it. Now, can you pass the wine?”


“You what?” I stammered, hoping I heard wrong. Shelby reached past me and grabbed the wine before take a huge swig straight from the bottle. She licked the red liquid of her upper lip before continuing.


“I did it. I didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m so, so sorry. Please forgive me,” she whispered, a haunted look in her eye before k...

Necromancy Mistakes

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, my mom was supposed to come back, not this hag. I said the necromancy incantation exactly the way I was told to. I pronounced every word just the way the person smoking weed and doing shots behind my favorite 7/11(they have the best gas station sushi). The woman, who wasn’t my mother, wore a ragged white wedding gown, and as she sat on a bench blood red roses...

A Dangerous Game

I need to keep fighting

This was supposed to be exciting


Just keep paddling

And paddling

And paddling


I can’t let them catch me

I never thought I’d have to flee


Just keep paddling

And paddling

And paddling


I can’t lose this game

My kids can’t think I’m lame


Just keep paddling

And paddling

And paddling


Manhunt will be my end

Because I know what’s around this bend


Just keep paddling

And paddl...

Broken

“….. may she rest in peace,” yelled the undertaker as he hurled my sister’s corpse into the grave.


My throat closed as ugly sobs threatened to burst through my pursed lips. I can do this. Just a few minutes and I can cry my heart out, alone for the first time in days.


My grandparents walked away, high and mighty as always with their matching Lululemon and Air Force 1s. They glared at me, actin...

Traffic Cone

Sitting in the road

Bright and happy

A safe space

Always there

Never falters

Until the rain comes

Pouring down

Winds howling

Until the cone tips over

Rolling down the hill

Rolling

And rolling

And rolling

Mud covering it

With each tumble

The good times

Seem farther away

And farther away

And farther away

Until all the brightness has gone

Eventually it will be replaced

But not for a time

The DPW is...

I Think I Screwed Up

Should’ve known I misunderstood

Should’ve been smarter

Should’ve been better


Shouldn’t have acted so quickly

Shouldn’t have assumed what he meant

Shouldn’t have grabbed that hammer


Should be over soon

Should be behind bars for life

Should be out of my parent’s basement at least


Johnny didn’t ask me to kill him with an axe

Johnny did ask me to fill up his glass

Johnny did scream when he died


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2 Hours And 26 Minutes To Go

“….. and that’s why my wife divorced me,” sobbed the bearded man next to me. My nails dug into my palms as I tried not to react to his antics. First he ranted about the World Cup match, then it was about his dad throwing his sister out of the house when she came out, plus so many more strange topics. His one sided debate about deodorant was particularly sad.

It had been going on like th...

The Best Of Them All

Running through the pitch black forest with a river of tears flowing from her eyes, Aoife’s legs were on fire from the constant movement. Had it been minutes or hours? She wanted- no, she needed, to stop. Her lungs were already filling with a thick gelatinous goo, much longer without medical care would kill her; sprinting through the inky darkness would only hasten the seemingly inevitable end.

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