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Imagine us after a long day Barely asleep in your back seat Our minds intertwining like a candycane Twisted at the top for fun We'll ask each other questions To which the answers don't matter As we breathe in the scent of one another And I consider making you the one Coins clink in the ashtray Crickets chirp and go unseen You invite me out Into the night air Where we can feel our legs Wanting to kick off into the sky Hand in hand and hearts in love Lying on rooftops, I listen hard Trying to read your mind over the sounds of traffic You laugh at my expression "I've never seen you so serious." I melt into a smile and reach up

Like when molten glass and honey form the beauty of your soul A one-way present to a stranger The gift that keeps on living Sliding down chimneys Soot-covered and underappreciated Finding bullets in the cieling While searching for a Christmas miracle Long after the end of your childhood You ponder the complex simplicity of life As a dust-covered ornament spins on the floor A reflection appears in the time-speckled silver And I can hear you crying From all the way down here We're painting over the windows To color in the sun Spreading out our imaginations like maps In front of one another I'll show you mind if you show me you

"If You Can't Say Anything Nice" by Kaci Broadway All four of them stood in a circle behind the gym. Julian passed his cigarette to his girlfriend, Alli, who held it out away from her face. She'd never liked cigarettes. "You guys see Doria today?" Julian laughed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Dyed her hair black. She looks like a fuckin' vampire or somethin'." Drew chuckled. "Probably what she was going for, y'know. She's all into that supernatural stuff. Ghosts, zombies, things like that. Probably wishes she was one." Handing the cigarette back to Julian, Alli joined in. "She sits beside me in biology and draws pictures of peop

"The Wizard of La" Ch. 2 by Kaci --------------- Clay gaped at what he was seeing. High in the air, perched on what looked like a microphone stand, Quiana was flying in large circles around the tiny village of Clayboard Land. "This cannot be happening," Clay stated. "I must have fallen asleep at the wheel, crashed, and now I'm in a coma." He nodded to himself. "Yep, coma. This is all a figment of my—" "Move, dimwit!" Gelanda grabbed Clay's arm and jerked him back. Where he'd been standing, Quiana landed in a graceful trot, holding the mic stand at her side proudly. "Gelanda," she said in a cold greeting. "Quelquaba," stated Gelanda. S

"The Wizard of La" by Kaci a parody of  L. F. Baum's "The Wizard of Oz" (I don't own anything...!) It was a hot summer day in downtown Los Angeles. Smog was rolling, traffic was barely creeping by, and Clay Aiken sat in his car, waiting on the cars to let up so he could get home for a nap before leaving again to meet his tour manager. Since the traffic was moving so slowly, he'd given up on holding onto the wheel, and was sitting back in his seat, watching through the front window blankly as he quietly sang along to the soundtrack he'd recently purchased. "One short day in the Emerald City, one short day, dah dah dah dah dum dum…" Be

Someplace clear of the smog clouds Clean and blue There's a spot I can lounge in With nothin' else to do Someplace clear of the smog clouds Naps I'll take And it will be only up to me If and when I wake Someday I'll lie down for a doze And wake up where the winter snows Are falling Where laziness is like my creed And crazy fangirls won't stampede That's where you'll find me Someplace clear of the smog clouds Folks can snooze Folks snooze clear of the smog clouds Why, then, can't I snooze, too? If country folks can take a snooze Why, then, can't I snooze, too?

"Stop! Stop PLEASE!" he cried, curling up on his side and hugging his head in a weak effort to protect himself. Strawberry golden strands quivered as his entire body trembled in both pain and fear. The Writer stood over him, a pencil in one hand and a notebook in the other. "Tell me you missed me," she purred, bringing the pencil to the paper, but not moving it. He looked up at her with tear-filled olive eyes. "I-I missed you," he stammered quickly. The proser narrowed her eyes and slashed the pencil across the paper. He screamed and hugged his chest, beginning to cough and sob uncontrollably. He wailed, "I missed you! I MISSED YOU!" betw