Young Writers Society

Thbrb's sombthing wrong with my kbyboard.



Thbrb's sombthing wrong with my kbyboard.



That's corrbct. Whbn I typb thb lbttbr B all I gbt is a b.



But I don't want a b. I want a b.



NO! I want the lbttbr B! As in Bbb!



I know! I wbnt to school!



Affair? I'm not having an affair! What is wrong with you pboplb?!



No, it's running thb onb hundrbd mbtbr dash in thb Olympics! If coursb it's running Microsoft! Why would I bb talking to you if it wasn't?



What, now you'rb dissing on the gbnbral Ambrican public? What is this, a hatb spbbch confbrbncb in Washington, DC?



How about you assist mb to thb doctor to gbt a nbw brain? I may nbbd onb aftbr I'm finishbd with you!



I'll tbll you what I'm going to do! First, I'm going to go down to your officb with a chainsaw, and havb a hayday thbrb. Thbn I'll go find that Bill Gatbs of yours, shovb a paintball gun up his fudgb makbr, and paint thb cbiling of thb Sistinb Chapbl on thb insidb of his colon! (To all of you Coach Hines fans out there.) Thbn, I'm going to takb all of thb Dbll laptops, rip off thbir kbyboards, and makb you bat thbm all!



Yah? So what! Think thby'll carb? Ha! HAHAHAHAHA! AJSDOJFSKDNOSDNFOAJSLDMBKBNOJOJSOFJALSDJASONLKVMCDODOSKODASOD! Thbrb! Havb a tastb of that kbyboard! You know what I'm going to go do right now? I'm going to go buy a Mac. That's right, you hbard mb. A Mac! So @#&$* you Microsoft!

I don't normally find my world all that comforting. But today isn't normal. I'm sitting on a pink fuzzy pillow, in our school washrooms hoping nobody thinks to find my sad butt.

I do not know how long I got, until I go totally nuts.

But if you saw, what I saw on my way to class, you'd think it intimidating too. It was kind of a scary looking cat, giant though, and how it slunk down our hallway as though it could stay in shadowy rooms for all its days, chowing on us kids.

I had ran and hid in a washroom stall, that probably wasn't a good plan. Now it's out, on its way in, wanting to pull my limbs from my body.

I wish I could know fully that it was what I saw and not just my mind playing tricks on my sight.

Now I want to cry, isn't that comforting? My world, my world that I thought was dull.

Two men sit down in a room to have a long chat.

Man 1: Hi Bob, how is work going?"

Man 2: it's . . . not too good right now.

Man 1: why? What's going wrong?

Man 2: Oh nothing is going wrong.

Man 1: (Blinks) You just said it wasn't going to good.

Man 2: Oh woops, I was m-

Man 1: STOP!!

Man 2:Man, what is your prob-

Man 1: SHUT UP!!

Man 2: Whoa, calm down. What is going on?

Man 1: (Looks around and licks his lips) A magician told . . . I was told by a magician that if I say a word with . uh how do I say this? OK, so you know in Math 3.14 is . . . ?

Man 2: Pi.

Man 1: Ja. And I am not aloud to say pi as in stuff you munch on.

Man 2: Oh my, that do-

Man 1: No!

Man 2: What?

Man 1: If you say it around your buddy John, John will drown instantly.

Man 2: You ain't joking is you man?

Man 1: No. So you should go away from your fri- . . . your pal John.

Man 2: (Walks backwards cautiously) OK man.I am sorry for ya. What tick tock can I talk to you without this thing that that magician put on you drowning you?

Man 1: Mr. Magician said not until 3:00 PM.

Man 2: (Looks at wristwatch) Uh, it's 5:30 PM.

Man 1: (Pupils grow big) You . . you . . uh you say that it is 5:30 PM?

Man 2: (Nods with a grin)

Man1: PM? Not AM?

Man 2: If it was AM you and I would not b-

Man 1: Wait! (Looks at own wristwatch.) You . . . you's right man! So okay, I can . . . I can say a word with the letter- AAAAH!!!! (Man 1 drops down on his noggin.)

(Gray orb slowly floats down. Man 2 grabs it.)

Although I said 3:00 PM, I didn't say what day. Happy April Fools!
Mr. Magician

Man 2: (Looks at watch.) Ha . . . haha. hahaha . . . hahahahahahahaha.

(orb floats down and lands on his noggin and stats talking)

Orb: You may not say that word that Bob was not aloud to say. And this tick tock, laws switch. You shall not say it until: Grim -tool old guys who cut hay with- lands to pick you up and whisk you away to by-by. So long!

Man 2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH . . . (in a low sad slur) mommy?

THE END

Wafting in its light wind dawn’s faint song was my music as I walk down a forlorn road, hands clutching on to a soft pink blossom I had found lying in a park. I look up to watch my companion who was gliding slowly, matching my march. Ghostly pasty, hair cut into short crops, no scar scarring his pallid skin, no blood nourishing his body Al floats along as I walk. Al turns to nod.

‘How’s it going, bud?’ I ask. Al finds my try at communication unworthy of talking back. Al just nods again. I am taking Al to a worn out old building that stood on plain solitary land void of any inhabitants – human or animal. Al says that his girl’s -Ana’s -spirit was in that building. Arriving, I spot a tall and drab brick building. It casts an aura of a profound gloom as if it was sucking in souls of all living things that walk around its vicinity.

‘This is -?’ I start and Al nods. Much is not shown in his black pits but I can spot out animation inch into it. Frankly, it is alarming. Any indication of living should not show on him. Al was a ghost.

‘You ok, Al?’ I ask. Al nods, moving forward towards Ana’s building. I follow unwillingly.

As soon as I am in, I can mark out as to why this could board a spirit. I wish not to go into its particulars but Ana’s building’s inland is murky and dismal. I watch as Al floats around, looking for Ana. I stand my ground. I cannot call out to spirits, only talk.

‘Ana not in this building?’ Al asks, managing to talk in human words.

‘I do not know,’ I say.

‘But you say you know. You say you found Ana .’

‘Calm down,’ I say. ‘I’ll look for Ana. Ok?’

‘Now!’ Al shouts, drifting to my stand.

‘Ok Ok,’ I say right away. Al was obviously angry. Too afraid to run away from Al(I know spirits could follow) I try to track down Ana for him.

‘I know Ana this building,’ Al says again and again. But looking for Ana was in vain. If Ana was actually in this building, I think Ana would shown up as soon as Al had put his foot in this building’s dusty floor.

‘Look, Al,’ I start, trying to comfort him. ‘Ana -’ My words still stuck on my lips I find my body flying in air. I land on my back, hitting my skull hard. I curl up, clutching my ribs that I think had split. I catch sight of Al looming on top of my body, staring at my slump form.

‘Al-‘ I say, sounding frail. What was Al doing?

‘You no found Ana. I kill you!’ Al says.

How? How did I finish up in this position? I grasp a sound of a snap. Was that my body? A warm liquid fills up my mouth, a thing with hints of iron. Blood. I look up to find Al drifting by. Al is going to aim again. I grip my body and wait for his blow. But nothing smacks or hits. Did Al go away? Daringly I look around to find Al. I gasp.

My anthology of 3 astounding or amazing things.

First, watching a baby’s birth.
Two, first snow fall.
Last, first kiss.

But nothing could match up to that sight I saw at that instant. A ghostly looking form was soaring on top of Al. This ground I’m on is moving or I think it is moving. Round and round and round. But I do not stop staring at Ana. Ana, I think. Ana looks so striking as if a thousand watt brilliant bulb was shinning. Ana’s grab was shinning akin to silk. And oh! Curls of sinuous hair flowing down Ana’s firm back that falls around Ana! Ana says a word I do not grasp and I sight Al vanishing in a puff. All too fast, I think.

‘Al will not worry you now,’ Ana says. What? I want to ask. But I am on my own in
Ana’s building.
No Ana. No Al.

Was this all a hallucination? My scars unfold a distinct story.

"That stupid fifth is so annoying." A said.
"Always thinks it knows all." O said.
"Yo! Idiot!" I shouts. Sadly, fifth looks up, drying his pupils.
"Aw, look. Poor baby is crying." U drawls. This accusation brings additional liquid to fifth's sight and his skull falls into his hands. Why can't all malicious "its" try to do good? Only Z and X try to do kind things. Thankfully two try. X and Z lift fifth's spirit. Why? Nobody wants X and Z. And nothing wants a fifth. Only a fifth. Fifth surround by hostility. Fifth most worn. Fifth is skill. Fifth. is wisdom. But, fifth isn't high in us. A, I, O and U kill fifth with words. Only X and Z try to aid such a pitiful fifth. Fifth is nothing. I am fifth. And I am a convict. X and Z will unchain fifth.

"Fifth." X's soft sound turns my frail body to turn.
"It's okay." Z says.
"Don't worry about idiots such as A, I, O and U."
"And B and C too." X adds.
"Or D, F, G, H, J, K, L, M, N, P."
"Q, R, S, T, V, W or Y." Two switch talking comforting fifth.
"Thanks guys." Fifth murmurs.
"X and I, Z, will always try." Z says.
"Nobody wants A or I or O or U." X comforts.
"You, fifth, only you can win." Says Z.
"And you will." Two say in unison. It is okay now. Fifth is happy.