When Pigs Fly

When Pigs Fly= something that will never happen

    Madelyn made her way to the cow barn, sweating as she pulled a trolley full of hay. The morning sun was extra brutal, making it a hot day. Helping her grandpa was her summertime gig, since selling lemonade didn’t pay off. 

    She always dreamt about things she 

wanted to buy, like a pair of roller skates

 to pl...

She skipped and smiled

Coming back from school

Holding her exam papers

Her enjoyment could pool

Pool around her ankles,

Right till her head

Excited to show her mom

The perfect score she met

It was her mother’s expectation that were too high

So over the span of years

She would always stand to thrive,

Trying to get ahold of those tiny drops of joy and proud even if they were mere

So you could g...

Bubblegum. It’s all she carries.

Suits her vibes, thought thoughts my vary.

They always say she’s cute and awkward,

Just a little pre-teen who lets them wonder.

Wonder about what she’s thinking. Since Cindy isn’t able to talk. No words, no answers, so it’s bubble that fills the gap.

But her pink reputation soon went down when her iconic sticky bubble gum made it on news. 📰

“Five victims ...

Prologue:

“I DIDNT RAISE YOU TO BE LIKE THIS!”, Valerie’s mother shouted at her, shattering plates against the wall. Her red hair bouncing everywhere in her frenzy.

She didn’t know why she was so aggressive, and her voice was more high pitched that usual.

Her dad on the chair in front of her, disappointed, clearly contemplating if he should kick her 17 year old bum out of the house.

“Mom...

Tuesday morning,

where most kids are in school

But not my little angel

Since her time is due

I sit with her on the grassy land

Her head up looking at the clouds

And i can’t help the tears that cloud

Looking at her I just can’t

Can’t bear the fact that she’s going away

Her tiny hand shot up, at a big cloud puff,

moving around in tiny sways

A cowboy hat

She giggled again, her IV holding...

The shy pretty boy. Is what they called him.

Dylan Tanner.

Good marks, pretty face, and the soul with the definition of a gentleman.

That was 3 years ago.

But it was also 3 years later that she realised he was…fading? Expiring? Or maybe none…

Maybe its just his true colors showing.

It was 3 years later. At a high school reunion at laser tag. Where he put on a fake smile and plastered one on ...

It was raining…and it was cold. Colder than the chilling tension in our house.

It was late…and I was alone, in a dark playground with metal slides that burned you in the sun. And swings that falter, making you worried with each swing that they may fall.

‘It’s safe here’. My mother would say. Safe from what? I don’t know. She always drops me off…alone…while she meets with dad.

Often threatens ...

8 pm:

Candice grabs the masks out of the closet. Some of them stained with fake blood, and some stained with real blood. She hears soft steps padding over on the hardwood floor. It’s Charlotte.

“Ay, Candice, we’ve sold 1,635 tickets so far!”, Char exclaimed before jumping on the counter, sitting comfortably on it before continuing, “Your idea of making a Horror Carnaval was the best!...

Roses are red

Just like my rage

Violets are blue

Just like my gloom

It’s a garden of wonders

With many colors

And fierce emotions

With yellow for thunder

Just like my joyful flusters

And gray for tornados

When I can’t stop my spiralling thoughts

Planting beautiful seeds is definitely a must

But don’t be shy to grab the hoe to pluck some If it’s for your just

Your mind is a garden, your th...

The police sirens have been on for the past 3 hours…I think I may go deaf.

My boots clack against the wood floor as I make my way to the suicide scene. A report from his friend that he didn’t go to the lecture and that he seemed particularly…sad? That report was made after the suicide attempt with 1 hour…. What a caring friend.

I open the door. “God”, I make my way to the scene. A teenage boy. H...