poem December

Kids

They are annoying;

they are cute.

They are fun;

they are full of energy.

They aren’t tall;

They aren’t that tough.

They aren’t rough.

They either try to be nice or just mean.

Its hard to tell what they need,

but they are something we always need.

Christmas

Its always cold and snowy,

warm and cozy.

Its hard to pass the time.

Knowing its almost christmas time.

The new year is near and dear,

but you don’t want the day of christmas to end

Presents full of joy.

PS4 or Xbox One?

Either one is fun.

The kids do know all the fun,

yet christmas is gone.

All joy,

all the fun,

stuck in the past of christmas.

Family

There is really nothing to say,

but “hey what are we doing today.”

You bug them.

You love them.

You try to impress them.

You hate them at times,

but when its christmas time,

everyones having a good time.

All the holidays.

You say “yay,”

with family by your side.

Monday

Every week has it and you know it.

You hate it with all your heart.

Its like a stinky fart.

Its the start to school.

Not something cool.

You may cry or whine,

but nothing can stop the horrid monday from coming.

Football

Its hard,

its fun.

It's even fun to watch,

All the things you do,

all the skill it takes.

All enjoyment you might have.

Its all like the taste of ham.

You run,

you fall,

you might be tall,

but you will never be like Jamal.

Sanata

He will never be real.

He will never be for real.

He is just your dad.

When you find out its just your dad,

you gotta be glad or sad,

but get over it,

and lets be real,

did you actually think the a fat man lived with a bunch of magical midgets.

Winter

When you see snow or ice on the ground,

you know its winter time.

You may enjoy it,

or you might just hate it.

Hour of Time 3

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Hour of Time 3

It was only a short and few seconds before screams of mad men and children filled the area. As most of us were hidden, the others were fighting of the invaders. All sorts of chaos had sprung out of the area. Only yesterday was it so peaceful, with the kids laughing, adults working, and delicious eating. It was only a matter of time Until this would all be over.

30 minutes later- The gunshots had stopped, but it wasn’t in a good way. I could hear Wolfgangs voice in a screaming and the door had started to sprung open. The bandits had run off, but Wolfgang was shot. Blood dripped all over like a stream of water. The women told the kids to look away and then quickly attempted to help Wolfgang. It wouldn’t be too long until his death would come. I could tell due to all the blood covered rags and bandages.

The cook had explained how the bandits ran off and that Wolfgang had been bleeding ever, since the start of the fight. The kids had been crying and I just sat there in shock. I haven’t had a single break from all the pain this week.

I asked, “Where is the doctor?”

The cook Replied,”He is with the bandits. He-he had been taken.”

Everyone had gasped, but the kids he had been crying for the past 35 minutes. Majority of the group forgot about the doctor. He wasn’t around often and kept a strange distance from everyone.

“There must have been more to him!” Yelled Jermy. Everyone look surprised at Jermy he was never mad or sad. He was always the one to keep people happy during these times. Instead he wasn’t indulged when he was around the kids, just mad and furious.

Wolfgang had then closed his eyes and said,” You're not that bad kid just keep doin what ya doin.” He had then passed away the women had cried with the children and Jeremy sprung into action by grabbing a gun and started running off into the distance.

The cook screamed,” Come back Jermy! You ain’t going to last a night all alone out there.” He had moved even fast, he was like a raging bull who had seen the color red.

The cook said aloud,”I’m going to get him back all of you stay here!” He left as well and one of the women told me to sleep and thats what I did shivering in fear.

The next morning Becky and Dawn were gone and the children had been nourished by the last women here, Darla. Darla burst into tears when I had even started to ask the question about the others. In a weak shaking voice she says,”Th-Th-they couldn’t take it! They left without telling us they left a note saying they had started to gone insane.” She had burst into tears.

More gun shots had come from outside. There was a bang on every side of the building. There were zombies! The door had fallen into shambles and screams from the kids had been loud enough to attract them all. Darla had tried to fight them off, but the horde was too big. I had grabbed the pistol out of my bag and told the kids to get behind me. They were everywhere when suddenly one of the kids got bitten and then the other. I had shot as many as I could until my Bullets were gone, when suddenly another gun fire had been shot from the windows. The bandits were back with no sign of the cook or jemy. My foot had then given out and I sprung to the ground.

I was ready to meet my demise. It was only a matter of time until my story was ended never a day to really rest just blood and guts where ever I step. No place was ever safe. No matter how well made the base or place. I crawled right into the crowd of zombies while being munched on by zombies. The saddest part of my story is that I never got to see my mother even through it all. I never got to say goodbye to my friends or family even if they were mean at times. I had just crawled over and cried.

That is my story of how I died. Timmy Jackson 2002-2014 died at age of only 12. Later on as for the cook and jeremy the survived for only about 2 days longer until the got hunted by bandits. How they died is a story for another day. THE END.

#October PPOW SWAG The Hour of Time

The Hour of Time

Starting info- I woke up in the morning to go to school and it was the start to fall and the temperature here in Connecticut had started to get cold. My mother was unable to drop me off at school because she had to work. I was never close to my mom or dad since they were arguing or just not there for me when I needed them. They got divorced about 4 years ago, and both of them still haven’t found a new Wife or Husband. I’m 12 years old, and this is how my life really changed.

Story- It was 6:30 A.M. I was cold in my house and I had just woke up. With all the blankets on top of me and the alarm clock beeping, I got myself ready by starting out my day like any other boy. I took a shower, got dressed, and had breakfast. For breakfast I had French toast sticks they were soft and not that crunchy at all. The delicious syrup on top made up for that bad soft taste. I sat on the couch to waited for the bus. Later on in the day while I was sitting on my couch, I turned around and notice no school bus had showed up yet. It was 9:00. I wondered what was going on. I went outside and noticed this women walking sluggishly, so I had decided to go and ask her if school was off or if she knew what was going on.

I had poked her on the back while asking my question, “do you know whaaaaa.”. A vicious scream came out of her as she turned around, I had screamed with her she had started to pounce on me and attempted to bite me. I kicked her as hard as I could and ran into my house. When I had kicked her blood splurted on my leg. The trees all around me were getting into that fall season and my now black blooded leg starting pulsing with pain as I looked at the ground.

I shut the door as fast as I could and locked it. The odd lady was munching and slamming on my door screaming. My main idea was to get some supplies and get out of the house because I had started to know what was going on. It was like something I shoot in my fun video games with my friends. Zombies! It was a zombie apocalypse.

I grab a baseball bat, and my backpack then I quickly emptied all my school supplies from the backpack. I put some basic things in the backpack such as food, water, and lighter. I sprint out of my house window and go into my backyard and into the other neighbors backyard and the next and the next until I run out of breath. I stop at this house that I could tell was boarded up. There was a spiked wall at the back door and the same with all the windows. I knock on the back door avoiding the spikes of course when I knock. I yell out, “ANYONE IN THERE!”

The sudden scream arouses a zombie that was on the other side of the house. I attempt to run away but fall and baseball bat lies on the other side of me. The zombie gets ontop of me and screams. He attempts to gnaw at my face, but I push him back and attempt to get my baseball bat. I scream with a fearful shout, “HELP!”The zombie was instantly shot in the head by a man looking out of the attic window. He tells me, “listen here boy. You can’t stay here long, but you can stay for tonight.”

He lets me into a not so delighting house. The walls had blood everywhere and the blood was his family members on the wall. I saw that they were dead, but not from a zombie….it was done by himself. He tells me, “listen I killed them because they called me crazy and food was low so I decided to take manners in my own hands. If you ask me, I did the right thang.”

I didn’t respond and went along with him. At this point I wanted to run I don’t know if he actually meant he ate them when he mentioned since they were low on food. I asked him,”did you eat them.”

He laughed,”You gatta do what ya gatta do.”

I continued to ask him questions as we entered the Kitchen.”Do you know any safe havens yet?”

“Ha. Boy you just don’t get it yet this happened yesterday. I’ve been ready the week before. The only way to find out is to go out there with those things.”He opened the fridge and I noticed human meat inside. I puked before I could reach the trash can. He laughs again,”don’t be a wimp I’ve met chihuahuas tougher than yall.”

I look away as he munches away on the meat. “Where yall from?”I respond about 30 seconds after he even asked the question saying,”about 2 blocks from here.”

“How come I aint seen you around here before?”

“I don’t Usually go by this small street.”

“I see. I see.”

“We will be goin to bed later on so make yourself at home.”

I get myself rested and checked around the house for something valuable or something to at least to ask about. I go upstairs into what looks like his bedroom. I notice several guns lying on the floor. I look at the best one which is an Ak-47 I was amazed to see this. I took the pistol on the left of it so he wouldn’t notice. As I was putting the gun in my backpack when suddenly the man stepped in the room ready to kill me. To be continued.