Raptoring

A dark desolate Wasteland, Only worse. Buildings destroyed, life lost, all in vain. With nobody carried away in a Hearse. There’s a little boy, on east pioneer lane, Reanimated from dead, without a brain. Zombies roaming close, they’re searching for flesh Beings that are unfazed by feelings like pain Climbing up tall walls of stainless steel mesh. The moans of the reanimated mortals haunt the night. Cold-blooded screaming hoards of lethal fiend. I too have been bitten by the ravenous blight And all of these bleeding wounds that I clean All of these corpses have infected I. I feel sickened, and I lay down to die

SUPER MYSTERY The stench of death expanded slowly across the room. It was night, about 9pm on a chilly October night in Ohio. Detective Gregory walked around the room with a handkerchief over his mouth. Gregory is a middle-aged distinguished looking crime fighter in a fedora. He was close to gagging right from the sight of the ghastly scene. Someone had apparently tortured, mutilated, and killed the Pillsbury dough boy. Chunks of the boy’s body were torn off by what seems to be teeth. Someone had attempted eating the figure of joy and deliciousness created by the company of Pillsbury. Gregory vomited into the corner of the room. He was

Plague A cold day like any other, it was cold enough for frost to form on the grass but not cold enough for snow. It was December 2nd 1992. Detective Applebee sat in the driver’s seat his car, he turned 22 today. It was 10 years since Applebee was shot by his mentor Gregory the night they found the dough boy killer. Gregory decided he wanted to retire, well he didn’t decide it; the police department of Ohio stated it. They apparently didn’t like the world’s biggest and baddest detective to sneak in on their work anymore. The police department had work to families to feed too. Gregory was just an old man, somewhere around

       Brendel. His name was Brendel, born on November 5th 2014. The day he was born his father told him he would do great things. He… was wrong. Brendel was not a normal child. And I will tell you about his life. His life from the eyes of a pessimistic narrator.       Currently, Brendel is 12. Brendel sat around all day doing nothing. Well not so much doing nothing as thinking of doing nothing. Well not so much as thinking of doing nothing but imagining himself doing nothing in a room full of nothing thinking about nothing. Brendel sat and stared at the ceiling of his white room filled with white furniture made out of white ma

Oh magnificent chair thank you so much You’ve supported me in times of need. And for that I appreciate you more than words can say. You and your friends, bed, bath, and beyond. All bring me comfort beyond compare. When I feel down you help me up. Sure some couches may be better. Some meds more comfy. But you oh chair, will always be my favorite. Your long sexy legs Heading up to that soft seat I feel so comfortable with you, chair. I hear there’s a church in Vegas. Where they’ll marry a man with chair Chair will you marry me? We’ll spend the rest of our lives together. Through better and through worse Happ

Here lies farmer Dave. Her really needed a shave. He asked for help from farmer Arkinsons. Unfortunately he had parkinsons. Farmer Arkinsons loved to skydive. He dived with an onion, he dived with a chive! He dived with his friend Gus Who accidentally hit him with a bus. Gus was afraid of spiders. One day one crawled on his lighters. Some paper was given to him by his friend Mut Gus the anemic got a paper cut. Mut was so alone without his friends. He cried and cried to no ends. He went to Walmart and got some toxic sauces. Then he died of natural causes.

Here I lay on my couch Oh man, I’m such a slouch. Why cant I find the will? I have so much time to kill. The TV is turned off. But the remote is in the loft. So here I am, stuck. I am out of luck. The only time I get up is to eat. But jeez, walking hurts my feet. I only eat potato chips. But sometimes they cut my lips. I cant believe I got up and wrote this It will probably be amiss. I think I’ll go to sleep now. I’ll wake up when I want to chow.

So I was in the kitchen right? I was happy as can be! I saw this really happy light It was calling out to me! The light shined into the sink And there I saw with my little eyes. The black hole in the wet rink. The garbage disposal and its dreaded lies. It looked inviting and nice! Calling out to me to stick a limb in I looked around and was quite as mice And then I stuck my little hand in. It was not fun I lost a hand that day And that is no pun So don’t do it. K?

I feel the rain. It is hitting my warm skin. Why oh why rain Nature is silly. Everything smells like green grass Get a job nature! Dumb dogs eat my grass. But then they vomit it up They look so happy.

Henry was a happy man as happy as joyful as can be. Herman was a stern fat dork, he really annoys me. Henry and Herman were best of friends! Whenever Herman wants a smoothie, Henry always blends! But one day Henry blended wrong. He blended for way too long. The smoothie was thin, the smoothie was watery. Herman was so mad he broke all of Henry’s pottery. “What did you do to this?” Herman stated. “This would be a 1 out of 10 if it was rated!” Henry sat there and cried “I didn’t know it was bad!” Henry lied. Henry said “You aren’t that tough!” Herman left in a huff. Herman see