If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel canned tuna, long school days, flip flops, all PE classes, homework
and also the presidential candidates of 2016.


If I were in charge of the world
there'd be free public transportation,
more homeless shelters and
legal drinking age would be 18.

If I were in charge of the world
You wouldn't have tidy.
You wouldn't have chores.
You wouldn't have responsibilities.
Or "Before you go to bed, clean dishes."
You wouldn't even have dishes.

If I were in charge of the world
a bag of skittles would be a vegetable.
All Fridays require Netflix binges.
And a person who sometimes forgot to make their bed
and sometimes forgot to do their chores
would still be allowed to be
in charge of the world.

Party

Surprises are great, surprise parties are even better. Planning parties are simple especially when you know their favorite color. Green everywhere, green sofas, M&Ms, silly string. We even have temp green hair dye. Lime punch, Key lime pie, Green salsa and chips. Birthday presents wrapped in green. Green streamers, green balloons. Here we go, she opens the door and we jump out, have a great party. When it's over she walks up and asks, "why so much green? I expected you to do purple, since you tend to do peoples favorite color". Oops guess I should have made sure I had the write color.

Faded

After that terrible day of the crash everything was gray. It had started off so well too, it was why we had left the house in the first place. It was a cool day with a bright blue sky, the clouds were huge and fluffy. It was my fault really I was the one who insisted we go out and enjoy the day. We had enjoyed the day we drove to each park and ran around discovered new places to explore.

I finally come out of my room just to grab necessities, a bag of chips, a couple of cans of dew, and I’ve gotta be sorta healthy so I grab the jug of apple juice. As I’m retreating back to my room I hear the voices, as weird as it is after the crash I hear color more than I see it, my friends arguing with my grandparents make me think red. “Of course we can visit her!” they yell. Another flash of red, a little brighter this time. My grandmother's teal colored calming voice is the last thing i hear as I softly close my door.  What they don’t realize is my grandparents aren’t keeping them away, I am. I haven’t been able to look at anyone or anything the same. It’s so hard talking to my own family, they think I can handle the looks of pity my friends always give me when I see them? Everything around me as my already dark mood worsens. Not happening. I’m supposed to go back to school next week, I can’t bare the thought of finishing school without them.

I shudder as I recall the nightmare from last night, my mom's scream of terror, the agony of hearing my siblings cry but not being able to help them. The man in the yellow mask pulling me out of the burning car, the flames reach so high. The numerous colors of the flames red, orange, yellow. Some parts were almost a neon green where it mixed with the fumes and oil. That was a fireman I recall now. He wasn’t able to help them anymore than I was, they were already gone. Why did I have to be the only that survived? The vivid colors in my mind faded back to the gray I’m used to now, as I pushed away the dream.

The rest of the week passed so quickly, it was time for school. I walked to my car and just sat there for a while, it’s probably blue to most people but not to me, along with everything else it faded to a gray. The pure terror pulsing with my heartbeat I felt merely sitting there were like bright flashes of white hot lightning. Slowly I shifted into drive and released the brake. I realized as I pulled up to the stop sign that I actually kinda missed driving. After a further thought I mentally told myself to let them go let them be free, as I did I turned and kept driving I looked around in shock the colors were slowly returning to the world. For the first time in months I allowed myself a small smile, I was going to be fine.

5 Interesting games
7 Racing rain outside
5 Trade wind cloudy skies                   

5 Nurture green forest
7 Community garden
5 Mod mint patch deep down 

S: Sour darkness

E: Endlessly deepening 

A: Always swirling 

L: Lastly settling for 


G: Gray

R: Rooms and furniture

A: Arguably unsettling

Y: Yay for darkness

Tender seedlings struggling 
to survive in this world
Calming cohesive greens
calming the struggles
Daring Jades causing
seedlings to be bold
Seedling transferred to 
Caitlin's Kelley, wanted for
emotional disturbances.

The men after completing training made their way to the armory. A speech was made as the impatient men continued to fidget. One would be singled out for the honor of being held responsible for the Indigo Batik, would it be the tall one? The strong one maybe? To their shock it was actually the smallest and most quiet one. For reasons unknown to them he was chosen and after that night he nor the Indigo Batik were ever seen again. 

My comments

Hi Samantha I really enjoyed the part about the leaves, I was the same way as a kid. Every year I made sure somebody raked the leaves into a pile for me. Now that I'm older I do it for my brother and sister instead. Wonderful memories (: I can't wait to read your next piece.

Hi! I really appreciate your outlook on the way we grow older and change. It's a very interesting way to look things, I know I never would have looked at it like that.

Hey Alec! I love the way this is written I never would have thought of writing from the objects position. I appreciated the way you set it up too. I especially like the ending it was sad but happy at the same time. Wonderful ending. I look forward to reading more of your writings

The Bracelet

Waking up was the hardest part today, opening my eyes I took in the rays coming through the window. Yesterday seemed unreal. I can’t believe everything that happened. Had it actually happened? Going over everything again, it had been my 18^th Birthday. I had been so excited, I had thought that day was a start to a great beginning, how wrong I was.  I ran downstairs expecting to my parents to still be asleep like normal, but to my surprise they were at the dining room table eating breakfast. Which happened to be my favorite, Cheese Omelets with homemade biscuits. Sitting down and digging in I barely even noticed when they slid the box over. It was a very old dusty box, I was immediately excited when I did see it. My favorite thing was to go antique hunting, assuming they had just gone to an antique store I asked them which one they went to, but instead of answering they just exchanged a dark look. I decided I should probably let them talk, they clearly had another speech set out for me. They stared each other down having an argument with their eyes, finally my father sighed giving me a defeated look. “Sharlette, this isn’t just any old thing found in one of your shops,” he said dismissively with a wave of his hand. “This has been passed down every other generation, and now it’s your turn. Go ahead and open it.” I hesitated not sure if I want to open it now or not, but curiosity got the best of me. I slowly pulled the lid off and took out the wrapping paper, tearing it open I pulled out a very simple silver bracelet. Although it was simple it was beautiful in my eyes. I thanked my parents and as my mom went to say something my alarm for school went off. “Crap I’m going to be late, I’ll see you guys later.” I ran out the door and jumped into my car grateful for packing it the night before. As I pulled out of the drive way my mom yelled something at me I didn’t quite catch it but I nodded anyways and sped off. Arriving at school with only seconds to spare I slip on the bracelet and run to class. PE was never my favorite especially not today, “Sharlette, do you have a pass?” Coach yells at me. “No Coach I don’t, but it’s my birthday do you think you could let it slide just this once?” His look tells me his answer, I groan and run to the locker room. Changing quickly I walk out and begin my punishment, 250 pushups and 250 sit-ups, and after that suicide sprints. Once I finish he sends us outside to walk the track. Walking by myself I fall back from the class. Our track is out near the woods and at one part the track actually cuts through the trees and back out. On a normal day the woods always call to me but today was especially intense. As I got closer to the woods I actually felt a pull I headed straight into the woods following it. I eventually came to a spot that was a circle of a completely barren area no trees no grass, there weren’t even leaves from the nearby trees. It was creepy to say the least. I walked to the center and sat down. The wind was definitely picking up outside of the circle the top of the trees were whipping around but it was still in the circle. It was silent actually. Thinking about this morning, dad said it was every other generation but I couldn’t remember having ever met my grandma. Now that I was really thinking about it I’ve never seen pictures of her either, it was this last thought that trees began falling. Towards me. I got up trying to run but tripped and another tree toppled over trapping my legs and another one was looming over me. As is plummeted down I thought back to this morning to what mom had said. Now it sounded like she said don’t put the bracelet on. Too late now, I glanced up and everything went dark.

Shaking my head to clear it. I realized someone was coming upstairs. A woman peaked into my room, and walked in once she realized I was in fact awake. She sat down on the edge, “Hi Sharlette my name is Ruth, do you remember me?” I shook my head. She sighed then spoke, “Your parents always had a hard time comprehending this.” I just stared at her trying to figure out how to get out of here. She then said, “Sharlette I’m your grandma.” I froze. “What?” I whispered. She looked at me sadly, “Every other generatio- she began. I cut her off “I know receives the bracelet.” She began again, “ Every other generation dies on their 18^th birthday upon receiving the bracelet. I just stared at her dumbfounded. Not possible I thought, I can’t be dead. I looked up but she was gone. Slowly the room turned white and as I looked down I was turning white too, disappearing with everything else. Soon everything went black and she was gone. Ruth hummed too herself and said softly, “They never accept it, they never get another chance.”

“I am” Poem

I am a traveler. I am cheese cake in an old style cafe. I am Noel, Mo and southern California. I am long walks on the beach with my favorite dog. I am campfires, marshmallows, and chocolate in spring. I am bonfires in fall. I am messy ponytails and buns. I am giant hoodies and sweats. I am cowboy boots and keds. I am an animal whisperer. I am a tree climber and explorer. I am an heir to the LA Ranch. I am a coffee enthusiast early in the morning. I am spiders, snakes and insects. I am random car rides in the middle of the night. I am stargazing in the middle of a field with friends. I am a jolly rancher, smarties, and skittles. I am ramen noodles and pizza. I am movie binges for days at a time. I am 3 seasons on netflix in a day. I am photographs of all things unique.