Shopping and Wizards.A thousand bagsshuffle down the high street between clasped hands, scrunched with new purchase. They’re buggy-dodging the determined mothers, leftward stepping the rushed businessmen-- a pinballmachine shopping centre.A green-robed man, tall with wand and hoodmust be a wizard. He’s happilyprocuring sushi and sparkling waterwhilst his companion; short with her piercings and jeans treats himas if he wore the same.Down the high street, two track-suited parentszoom past on their children’s scooters—half-smoked fags between fingers yellhow fucking amazing this is.and aspotted teen raps his love for Jesus on a muffledmicrophone. He raps for the Father,He raps for the Son and Holy Spirit. He raps for peace, for hope, for you.In a corner, Brown eyes, hefty tears,a snot-ridden face--four years old. A train runs through the mall toot-tootingas grumpy shoppers move out of the way.A
Napo 8- SusanWhy did you lock her out of heavenand throw the keyinto the lions land?A beautiful girl enjoyingyouths ignorance;a new fantasy to live. She'd stopped believing, butfaith stays in a heart longerthan a head. "She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age"
Napo 7- Teen of the 90'sI wanted to be Posh Spice because myhair was brown bobbed and she dated DavidBeckham; I wanted to marry him. Ihad no internet and recorded songson the radio to tape, daring topause and knock out the DJ’s droll. I sangto S Club and thought I was the coolestin my smiley faced top and my yingyangfriendship necklaces. You had to know theMacarena not just for weddings butschool discos too and then every steps routineto fit in. Slow dances with boys made mewish again that they were David Beckhamand not greasy teens with bad curtains forhair. They pressed themselves against you beforetravelling to the next girl in leopardprint skirt. Viva forever was merelya fantasy ; one I’d dream the whole ofthe nineties, hoping my teenage self couldfind her inner strength, her true girl power.
Napo 6- IreneShe left you a letteroutwitting at last the greatest.A photograph, filched;a King’s humiliation.In your eyes sheholds the highest.
Napo 5- In the ParkWe can’t forget thesunglasses. If we do,we’ll be conspicuous.
Napo 4- Warrior with painted faceThere’s a warrior with a painted faceand streaks of black across his chest; he standswild with pride. His merciless eyes ignited by theechoes of fallen enemies. He slewtwo hundred men and just scars mark their defence.There’s a warrior with a painted facewho prays to gods mightier than he; he kneelsarms open to implore. He calls upon his armyto pray with him; equals once more. He watchesembers burn before retiring to his tent.There’s a warrior with a painted faceand inside his heart rests a son and daughtersleeping. There is a reason he isa warrior.
Napo 3- Leaving the Train Station Leaving the train stationalone I watch strangers head home.The waves for yellow cabs andstench of fresh-lit cigarettes, I letthe cold cloud white breath.Even at midnight, a long-coated businessmanhurries past with laptop bag bulging and blackberry to ear. Behind me,a clip-clack of heels and giggles-their night hasn’t ended. Across the road, three youths in hoodedtops kick a can whilst eating chips only stoppingas clip-clacks pass them and swoonimmaturity. Swear words exchange.In the ice-wind rubbish travels as if takinga commute, tapa-tapping the concrete. Exhausted I can only wait withwhite breath etching blue hands desperate to bewarmed. Eyes fight; tired andvigilant
Napo 2- Zombie ApocolypseTurn, turn, slow turn. Twist bonesbroke but drag drag behind, pulltug flesh ripped. Shuffle, groan desireonly for blood brains.Undead, unliving, unknown.To survive a zombie apocalypse don’t bea hero. Do not fight marauders withoutnecessity. Attrition; gnawing for bareminimal (lest you be gnawed upon!). Tosurvive ravenous army equip your your wits and an axe.Moan as much as they moan- both sides are hungry.
LiliesDo lilies cry when they wilt?Do they beg on weak stalksto a deity they have not worshipped since raindrops first felland touched each petal; an angelskiss. Do they beg in hope their lives are spared orthat a resurrection can be blessedwith fresh water? Does the sun emerge brighter in death;a ray of glitter,a seat in paradisetheir sweet pollen inhaledonce more.
Jack's Halloween Costume Part 2Buroka: ...uhh, Jack?Jack: yeah Buroka?Buroka: why the Fuck are you wearing that Dress?Jack: ...yeah, i was in a hurry, so i just asked Jill to borrow her dress & she said no, so i trade her with teddy bear, so she said yes, so, we just switched it & she wants me to pretend to wear a costume, so yeah... that's how it goes...Buroka: so... you need to tell me, that you ask her to borrow a dress, to pretend to wear a costume & come to our party?Jack: yea...Buroka: well... I'm sorry, i forgot to tell you this but.... *sigh* the... party's cancelled...Jack: What?!!Buroka: yeah, hehe the Party's go on well till Glide's been crazy, & been valuable himself...(Flash Back)Glide: look ladies, no hands! *pants ripped out from a banana**everyone was Laughing*Glide: I'M A EMO!!!!Buroka: so, anyway, we're going to Trick or Treating instead Jack: ...cool! I guess, i been nothing get eating by Crap, instead of getting late, that's a lot better!Chris: hey Buroka! What
Jack's Halloween Costume Part 1Jack: *goes to Glide's House* *knocks on the door but he's thinking something* ...wait, what is Chris say to me again? *thinking what chris is saying**flashbacks*Chris: Jack this Party's gonna Be Fucking Awesome! I swear the Fucking God! it has Foods Drinks games, Smash One, Brawls & Chicks, & some crazy Hats! Oh yeah! & some Sweet Halloween Specials! but! Remember... if you ever wear a fancy dress but, you'll come, if you don't, then you ain't coming in!Jack: then why am i gonna get a costume at this time?Chris: how the Fuck should i know? I'm not really Here! *disappear*Jack: ...God Damn it! if i don't get a costume, I'll never come to a party! I'm gonna get a costume in... *looks at the watch... 30 seconds?!! *runs speed* *goes to the store*Guy: *switch the open sign to closed & locks the door*Jack: *stops running & opens the door but is locked*Guy: uh... sorry sir, we're closedJack: ....Oh Great! Now where am i gonna get a costume?!Jill: *looks at jack
Awesome Nate: Chapter 1OpeningScraps: Nate wake up, we need to open up the shop soon!Nate: Ok, Ok I'm up. (My name is Nate, and I'm a toy maker of the cog kingdom. The robotic fennec fox is my assistant Scraps; he's made of scrap parts so he has a few loose screws.)*walks to living room*Vick: You’re finally awake; did you stay up late last night?Nate: Yeah, I was tinkering with some new toybot designs.Vick: Well just try to get some sleep tonight; we don't want you to sleep till noon, K?Nate: Sure, I'll keep note of that. (The guy with the purple hair is my best friend Vick; we've been friends for years, he's like a brother to me.)*Nate looks at TV*Anchor Woman: This has been the third sighting of this mysterious airship. There is still no information on what it is, where it's going, or what’s its being used for.Nate: That airship again?Vick: Yeah, it's been the hot topic on the news lately.*Noah walks in with breakfast tray*Noah: Morning Nate, I made you breakfast. Today is probably
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