Pizza Hut Nightmare

"Yes, can I help you?"A strange man peered at me.His beady red eyes observed me under folds of fat. He looked like a pear, narrow at the top, heavy at the bottom. He was about to close the door when he saw my pizza hut cap.

"About time." He snorted. With a wave he ushered me into his house, I had no choice but to follow him. In a gravelly voice, he told me to wait by a pale green lounge chair. I sat down, then jumped up again, realizing some kind of liquid was splashed over the chair. I leaned in closer, just as the man sauntered into the room, with some stained bills in his hands. "Hey!? What are you lookin' for over there?" He asked suspiciously.
"N-nothing" I stuttered, and put my hands in my back pockets, that was a bad idea. Obviously he thought i had found something, and was hiding it. He dropped the money, and the flimsy paper sailed to the ground. He lunged and held my arm with an iron grip, putting his face close to mine.
"Whatever you got in there, you'd better give it to me." I cringed at his rancid breath. He ripped my hands out of my pockets, and shoved his own fist in. He pulled out my cell phone, and a quarter. He looked surprised, then glared at me.
"I'm a reckonin' you won't tell any of your friends about this little incident, am I right?" I nodded weakly, and he grinned, which looked strange on such an ugly mans face. He finally let me go, and I rubbed my arms to get the blood flowing again.
"Well, there's your money boy." he said, pointing to the scattered bills. I picked them up slowly, keeping my eyes on the man. He shook my hand once i had stood up again and directed me to the door.

"I'll see you soon, boy." He said as he waved me off. Ya, like that would happen. I was never going to come to this part of the neighborhood again. As I sat down in my dirty car, I noticed a shadow on the back seat. Suddenly a man jumped out from behind my chair and hit me in the head with something hard.

"Where am I?" I groaned. Figures were swimming in front of my disoriented eyes.

"Hey he's waking up!" A man exclaimed. I recognized the voice. It was the pear man. Slowly I tried to sit up. I was swiftly pushed back down and it felt like a man was sitting on my chest. He had a really big butt.
"Get off!" I screamed weakly.
"I don't think so." the pear man smiled his strange smile at me again.
"Move over Perry!" Said another man. Dad?
"Dad help!" I cried. Slowly he appeared out of the dark.
"Sorry son, no can do." He smiled as I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Dad?" I whispered. Perry (of all names!) shifted. I gasped at the sudden weight on my neck.

"I told you to get off!" Dad pushed Perry off of me. I sighed. i realized my hands were tied to a post behind me. Dad smiled at me, then he signaled to Perry. Flashing a hideous smile, he joined Dad by the door.
"Bye bye sonny." He whispered sinisterly. Then he and Dad walked out and slammed the door behind them.

"Wait!" I screamed. Pounding my feet on the ground, I screamed until my throat was raw, and my hands were bloody from being rubbed against the rope. I cried silently with my head bowed. Suddenly I heard scuffling behind me. I stiffened, and my sob caught in my throat. The rustling slowly died away. "What are they going to do to me?' I wondered, as panic gripped my heart. "Just leave me here to die?!" I wondered, by now I was sobbing and crying hysterically. I heard footsteps outside, heavy, determined footsteps. "They'll never let me go!" I pounded on the ground with salty tears streaming down my face. They stopped outside the door. "Ahhhh!" I screamed. The door opened. A figure stood in the doorway, blocking any light from coming into my prison. It smiled, and flashed a knife in front of my face, and then it was all over

The Dream

Dream
Scrape. Scrape. The snake’s immense body slithered towards me. I know it’s a dream. I try to scream, but of course, you can’t in dreams. Its body has a lumpy bulge in its stomach from its last snack; I think it was a cat.
“How did it get into my house?” I ask myself frantically, it comes closer. “Dina left the door open.” A familiar song comes to my mind.
Bonnie’s in the kitchen with Dina, Bonnie’s in the kitchen I knowowowow. Bonnie's in the kitchen with diNA!!!!!!!!! Strumming on the old banjo.
Bonnie was the snake I just knew it. “And I’m Dina.” I said out loud. The snake flashed its golden eyes in my direction. “Bonnie.” I whispered. Its tongue darted out. “Come on Bonnie.” I cooed. It started to come towards me again. “No!” I rasped, my throat was as cold as steel. It stopped abruptly and stared at me, his tongue tickling the floor. The skin on his back quivered under his green and yellow scales. They glistened under the faint kitchen light like jewels. “Bonnie.” I tried again. The snake impatiently thumped the end of his body on the linoleum. “Go!” I cried. It gazed at me coldly which seems impossible with its fiery eyes. Then to my surprise it slinked towards the door. With ease it pushed open the door and went away, into the dark. I edged myself along the wall, afraid he will come back. As I can reach the handle, a man springs in through the door. I scream with fright and cower in a corner as he towers above me. He is clothed in a strange, almost Arabic garb. His eyes glare at me with such intensity that I am paralyzed with fear. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me.
“What are you doing here?” He demands of me. I whimper and my knees turn to jelly. He roughly shakes me again. “Why? Because of you, now we’ve lost her!” He shouts. The snake? I wonder to myself. He sees my confusion. His face twists with rage. “Come on! Are you mute as well?!” With a sigh of frustration, he throws me over his shoulder with his rough, calloused hands. I’m too frightened to scream. He runs out of the house and into the night. All at once all, my vision is lost, I feel as if I’m floating, in jerky movements, for the man is still holding onto me. I hope he can see in the darkness. He made no sound as he ran through the forest, well, that happens a lot in dreams. Suddenly I hear a crash. The man drops me, and I am rolling down a bumpy hill. At that moment, my mind chooses to jerk me awake. I am drenched in sweat. The sheets are sticking to my legs as I try to entangle myself from them. I can feel the soreness in my shoulders from the man shaking me, and my body feels bruised, although there is nothing there. But suddenly as I fumble with the light switch, I feel something stuck in my hair When the light is on, I extract it from my scalp. It’s a sandy scrap of crimson colored fabric. “Oh my gosh.” I whisper. Then suddenly I feel tired, so, so tired. I lay back down, and there he is again, only this time I am awake.

roller skates

Stranded on roller skates

One Saturday afternoon I was sitting on a bench in Oakcrest Park looking at my new blue and white roller skates. My mom had given them to me for my birthday last week, and today I was going to try them out. After 5 minutes of getting ready I stood, and rolled past my mother. She raised her arms and clapped her hands. Then suddenly I tripped on a crack in the cement, and fell on my knees. I cried as blood oozed from a cut on my right knee. “Ryan!” my mother cried as she bent next to me. “Are you all right?” I nodded my head as she helped me get up. “We’d better go home and get you a band aid.” Though I still wanted to try out my roller skates, the cut really hurt and was starting to swell. My mom let me put my arm around her and we started home.
When we got there my mother put a bandage on my knee and I limped to the television. I got the remote and turned it on. “No, no, no.” She turned the TV off and told me to go upstairs and put an ice pack on my knee. I sighed, then stood up heavily and went to the kitchen to get the icepack out of the freezer. I dug in the icy chamber, until I found the M&M ice pack. I took the frozen container and started to limp to the staircase. When I got upstairs I took the ice pack and went to my room. Then I took out one of my favorite fairy tale books “ The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe and started to read. It was an exciting tale of a girl named Lucy, who during a game of hide and seek, ventures into her uncles wardrobe, thus entering the land of Narnia. There she and her brothers and sister, Edmund, Peter, and Susan, defeat the evil ice queen, who had put a spell over Narnia, to be winter, forever. Then they become the queens and kings of Narnia, and live there until they’re adults, but then they all find the wardrobe again and enter our world, and what had been a few ten years, only turns out to be a few minutes! And they find out that the wardrobe doesn’t work as a passage to Narnia anymore, and that they will have to find another object. I read until my mother called me down for dinner, so I went downstairs. My mom had made spinach. Blik! I hate spinach, but my mom said it would make my cut better so I could skate tomorrow, (which in parent language means, if you don’t eat, you can’t skate tomorrow). After I had prolonged dinner as much as I dared, Mom threw her arms up and yelled “stop pushing your food around and just eat it!” That got me moving. I shoveled spinach into my mouth until I had cleaned my plate. Mom smiled in satisfaction as she looked it over. I took it into the kitchen to put it into the dishwasher. “I hope you didn’t feed that spinach to Dorothy.” My mom called into the kitchen as Dorothy, our old Golden Retriever walked into the Kitchen. I smiled at my mom’s comment, and pretended to let Dorothy lick a spoonful of spinach. My mom put on a fake scowl, and said, with laughter in her voice, “Don’t you dare, young man!” We both exploded into laughter, and Dorothy, frightened by the sudden outbursts, ran under the table to hide.

Rosey Poem

The Rose

I see many things you don't
bugs crawl on my thorny limbs
Butterflies land on my crimson petals
but you miss everything my friend,
You will never see the worms that crawl,
the insects marching along.
the people stop and admire me,
while they don't even notice you.
The wind gently blows here, low to the ground,
while it rages wildly up in the sky.

As my fragile buds bloom,

my sadness looms ahead,

as you grow away from me.

I miss your company.

Your wrinkled old eyes,

will never witness me,

with my beautiful petals, and dainty stems,

being picked, plucked from the soft dirt,

taken away from you.

And while you stand alone, with only the flying birds,

and the air which never has much to say,

I will be far away

Encased in jeweled glass,

with another, thinking of you every day,

left to wither away and thinking over having to leave you.

Goodbye old tree! Goodbye old friend!

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