Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Poem


"I love you."

The words dripped out of her mouth like honey,
But it wasn't honey.
It was dirt.
Maggots and roaches spilling out,
Turning black.
The parasites crawl up your body and into your skin.
It infects you with false happiness,
That can only be identified by those who look.
But no one is looking,
Everyone's eyes have been sewn shut.
Love becomes a chore,
Then an expectation,
Then an infectious disease.
But before then it was a lie.
Believed by one,
Told by the other.
Thus everything in your fragile world is engulfed,
It's like quicksand.

But you didn't sink slowly,
You sank all at once.

That Girl

She had something, something no one else did. She wasn't popular, she didn't get recognized;that's exactly how she felt too. There was a time she tried, she tried to be one of them, but she quickly realized that's not who she was; or what she wanted to be. She hung out with the popular people, but she didn't trust them. They were everything but her friends. She laughed, and had fun; she wasn't really happy though. If she wasn't with "those girls" she didn't talk much. Even if she was around them she still didn't talk much. She was so beautiful, funny, and out going. I never really talked to her, maybe a couple of times. When we did talk she was always cheerful and fun to be around. Yesterday, she didn't come to school. Which is not like OMG, lets freak out. Until hr parents got a call saying she was absent. That's when it all started. Her parents had called everyone they could to see where she was, no one did. It makes you wonder, wonder where she is;what's really wrong with her. Even though she didn't talk to anyone much, or me, it made me want to talk to her. Just have one conversation. In your mind you think, a person so beautiful, a person so different, why so sad ? You'll never know, but you can look, look into her eyes and see the pain. She came to school a week later. The same, just a little more hurt.

About Life

Once, Once there ‘Was’
There still is, just not as there was
Not like back then
Then
Then, the time of no worries
The time of simple pleasure
The time of make believe
And no digital observation
Now, however, it is different.
Now it is full of media
Media the size of corpses
Full of farce depictions of life
By 12-year-olds in all black
With little or no knowledge of life at all
Looking in hindsight,
We see that none of our depictions mattered
They were just clouded opinions
Made by social constructs

One may think that I wish
To be back in the ‘Was’
They would be wrong
I make do
I keep living in the now
To forge an opinion of my own
To meet people and foster their trust
And to not think too much
About the ‘Then’
So one day, when my body gets tired and old
I can rest knowing I have made friends
And I have learned something
About life

Niff Snave


Thursday, November 10, 2016

His Eyes

Gleaming copper,
Smiling gold.
Still innocent,
Not yet cold.
Sparkling in
the hot sun.
All day,
Until day is done.
Looking up,
To the skies.
Everything's perfect,
in those eyes.

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Audio Track Attempt #1 from Sound Cloud

The Bloodied Ship

The wood of the ship creaks as it drifts, isolated in a sun-filled sea. Above deck the sails are open ready to catch wind, however the deck is lifeless, the only way to tell humans have touched this ship at all is the viscera spread across the deck. Unrecognizable bits of tendon, muscle and flesh paint the boards. When the ship is found it will be assumed the bloody mess simply came from a hunted whale; however, this is not the case. Everyone asks if or when a zombie apocalypse will occur, never realizing instead of wiping out earth, it decimated the crew of a poor whaling ship.

Fall

Colorful leaves dance among the crisp breeze,
Sweaters and red noses fill the school yard,
Autumn has finally come
Fall, often forgotten in the minds of others

But how can that be?

The town becomes a painting of colorful trees and grey skies,
But most don't see it and pass it off as just another season,

Another month,
Another day,
Another minute,

Though it's one of the most spectacular seasons of all,
Who could not like the colorful leaves
Seemingly taken out of a watercolor painting,

How strange is it?

To think that some can not see the beauty in the little things


5 bad things about 2016

 1. Donald Trump

The 2016 orange and pink presidential canidate dose not have any experience like other canidates he has not been in congress or a mayer or governor like others and made sexual comments on his daughter. He is like Richard Nixon. He also benifetted from 9/11 he disrespecteted 9/11 by saying 711. His second wife has battery charges on him and claims Barrack obama is the leader of Isis. Even the KKK supports him. He wants a wall to keep out imagrants when we are imagrants ourselves.

2. North korea

The leader of North Korea has recently said that the sub torpedos have gotten in range of the US OF A eastern seaboard. According the the north koreans when kim jong eel was born they said it was the charging seasons when really he was born in a russian refuge camp. It is also said he invented the hamburger calling it two bread and a meat sandwich.

3. Killer Clowns

2016 in the usa has been pretty weird cause of reports recently clowns have been sitting outside peoples homes all over the us. One man in Denver said he got out of his car and a clown  chased him to his apartment when he looked out his window the clown was right at his window waving at him. People are starting to get really mad beat up the clowns that that they see.

4. Isis

Isis is getting more and more kids everyday to join them. Most try to get more of there family to join. Some realize there mistake and try to escape. Some die in attacks on Isis and others are stopped before they can get to isis. They are responsible for many terriorist attacks. They claim to have people from all over the world join them.

5. Racism

It has gotten really bad for the last few yrs in the US  with racism with cops killing black people for no good reason. A man was pulled over by to cops and did not have any weapons but the racial stereotypes have gotten so bad that they shot and killed him. He was unarmed. Why is 2016 so bad with the canidates the wars clowns and the racism.

It's time to stop 



Monday, October 17, 2016

A Pug's Tale

During the fourth era, when the Pug Empire was at the height of its power, there was a pug by the name of Tallinn-pug.
He was a simple merchant who traveled the roads of the pug empire selling his wares to weary travelers along the bleak tundra and mountains in which he traveled. Successful as he was, his prosperity had, inevitably, come to a screeching halt with the looming threat of war with the chihuahua dominion.

Many poor pugs will be drafted into the imperial legion and sent off to fight a bloody war.  The first skirmishes along the border have already begun. The pug emperors have been rushing to strengthen their armies in order to defend their land as well as provide a deadly offense. But the chihuahua dominion has a vast army, capable of causing great destruction. All things considered the two armies are fairly equal in power.

Today Tallinn-pug is traveling to the imperial capital of Kynesgrove, one of the largest cities on the continent. But this time he carries no cart, nothing to sell or trade. He travels in order to be trained as a legionary.

The road is long and cold, and holds more dangers than one could count on both hands. Bandits,
thieves, wild animals, dragons,etc. Walking is long and boring, but at least the biting cold keeps
travelers awake. The darkness barley allows Tallinn-pug to see the path in front of him. As he rounds a large icy glacier, he notices hundreds of small lights illuminating a vast interurban mass of walls and buildings. He thought that now would be a great time to lay down his sleeping roll and sleep, so he did. When morning arose, Tallinn-pug quickly gathered his things and looked over at the
mass he saw the night before. It was clearly the capital. Pointed spires jutted out from large buildings on one side and small homes covered miles of the earth on the other.

Though the capital was in clear view it would still take hours to walk to the gates.

Friday, October 14, 2016

Someone New

Golden leaves fell from trees. Hitting the ground without a sound, crackling and turning to dust under colorful and bland sneakers. It was close to almost everyone's favorite holiday actually, Halloween, but it would be different this year around. You tightened your scarf around your neck. Your blue jacket was zipped up all the way. Walking along the bright sidewalk, decorations were set up everywhere except where you stayed. You didn't want to take down everything so you didn't bother putting anything up for Halloween. Walking by a group of monsters, the whole time glares were sent your way but it didn't matter, some people, including you, didn't mind the monsters, but they hated humans for some reason. You made it to your blue door and got your keys, unlocking the door and walked in shutting it behind you. Throwing your shoes off and collapsed on your blue couch, a pale hand searched for the remote, your face still within the cushions.

Your hand grazed something cold. You lifted your head and looked at the controller in your hands and hit the on button and the TV flickered on. Scrolling through Netflix and clicked on the show you were recently watching. The red circle in the middle of the screen showed up and it showed the percentage, 63%, sitting up feet already propped on the wooden table in front of the blue couch. The show started and you watched the TV intently making sure to remember what happened the last show.

The pieces in your mind connected and you finally knew what was going on. Your eyes never left the TV screen as the blue coat slipped off your shoulders, your scarf still around your neck you didn't bother to take it off. It warmed you up a little. The show ended and you turned off the TV and checked the time, hazel eyes widened you slipped on the wood flooring. Hitting the ground hard, you quickly rebounded off the ground as you tried to get back up. You jumped up and grabbed your wallet, keys, and coat. You shoved your feet into your shoes before unlocking your door and walking out. Then, turning around, the door shut with a 'slam'. You shoved your keys in the lock and locked it. You turned around and sprinted down the stairs you slipped on the last stair but caught yourself before landing on the sidewalk. You sprinted down the sidewalk as fast as you could and looked at the blur of buildings. skidding to a stop and pulled the glass door open.

"Sorry I'm late I didn't know it was that late"
"Na last ok you were only five minutes late so it doesn't matter"
"You can pack up now, sorry to keep you waiting"
"Thanks"

Your coworker disappeared behind the wall, sighing you took off your coat. Stuffing the fabric  and keys in a corner and shoved your wallet in your back pocket. You walked to the front counter, hearing the bell ring through out the small building. You looked over and saw a monster he was a skeleton,weird, you took a deep breath and put on the happiest smile you could muster.

"Hello sir, how can I help you today?"
He sat down at the bar before answering "What's good?"
"Well are you hungry or thirsty?" You asked in a kind voice
"Hungry, I guess"
"Then I would recommend the burger, they're really good"
He nodded and smirked "Guess ill' have that then"
"Cool!" You wrote down his order and walked to the back. You got out all of the ingredients and put a pan on the stove,you let it heat up before putting the meet onto the sizzling metal. You finished the burger and brought it out with fries and ketchup. You set the plate gently in front or the skeleton and walked towards the cash register you rung up the food and told him how much it was. He gave you a twenty and told you to keep the rest.

"Sir that would be $13 dollars your giving away"
"So?"
"So that's a lot of money to give away when your meal only cost 6.50$"
"So?, besides I know people like you don't get payed a lot when you work somewhere like here"
".......Oh....ok thank you..si"
"Sans"
"Sans?"
"My name"
"Oh, well thank you Sans"

You walked away, it was true you didn't get payed a lot but still made a living out of it, you could still support your self so it didn't matter. Your shift quickly passed and everyone left the cozy building. You grabbed your jacket and keys and walked towards the door. You shut off all the lights and locked the door. It was dark by now but you didn't mind. You actually liked the dark it. Was peaceful. You slipped your arms in the sleeves of your winter jacket and walked through the streets. You soon ended up at the start of the metal stairs leading to your apartment. Unlocking the door you strolled in and locked it behind you. You walked to your bed and didn't even bother taking a shower as drowsiness hit you. You threw the covers off and got on your bed throwing the covers back onto your body and you slowly fell asleep.

Halloween is so different for so many people.

Halloween. Halloween is so different for so many people. Young kids are already heading home as night descends upon your town, for they trick or treated during the day. A frat boy strains to load a keg into his car, " This is going to be the sickest party ever bro!"   A teen couple sits in a theatre, the boy is determined to put his arm around his date, no matter how cheesy the movie is. A large preteen friend group prepares their costumes; they certainly are going to frighten many unfortunate kids tonight.

Far out in the woods a masked man fails to rev up his chainsaw; he'll make the headlines next year. Deep underground a secret society lights candles; who will be their sacrifice? Outside your door a zombie waits; will you be his next meal? In the halls crawl the Chupacabra ; will he drink your blood? Under your bed waits the boogeyman; will he take you to his lair? In the corner floats the previous owner of your home; is your house that old?


The Grim Reaper creeps down the stairs, but where is he going? Oh no! He's right behind YOU!

Stove

"He figured he may as well fix the stove. Since he knows how and all, yet he finds himself with a problem. He doesn't want to. Truly, a simple, easily fixable stove. Though any other chore seems much more appealing. Tools, set out for him and everything, all that's left to do is to fix the broken stove. A broken stove is a broken soul after all. He finds himself frowning a little, mainly from self disappointment, a little bit in annoyance. Looking up from his wonderful, soft chair he finds himself mounted on. Has he called his parents? Why yes, yes he has, yesterday even. This man needs to stop finding excuses."

"Okay Steve this is really becoming a problem."

Steve looks over, and takes a deep breath, "Maybe I'll do it when you stop commentating on my life."
Steve pauses for a moment, then continues. "How about I fix it tomorrow. Yeah, that sounds like a plan."

"Steve, you have said that everyday this week."

 I look at Steve rather annoyed, and Steve notices this and only smirks.

"That's the point." Steve goes on to say as he closes his eyes.

Happiness Unknown

A happiness unknown from you
Discovered by you 
An undescribable joy comes through 
A true laughter flew 
From one room to the new
Rippled by your presence 
A stark flutter within your resistance 
Emotions so pure 
Awoken by your 
Refined ribbons undone by the hands
Of life itself
Unfurling slowly 
A happiness unknown by you.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Candy bar

They hit
Crash
Hit heads
They drop
Foray
All up in a mound
All because of one chocolate bar

Ebola

I won the game. For winning the game there was a great prize and I won a trip to Disneyland. When I got to Disneyland I received Ebola. I also received medical attention from Dr. Phil, who mostly questioned my sanity. Dr. Phil wanted me to go to home for crazy people, but then again Dr. Phil is not a real doctor. I'm stuck with Ebola and crazy people at this house with no one to talk to or see. My Ebola is getting worse, but I found a friend named Bob. I'm considering my options, so I'm not in pain any more.

Island of Gold part 1

It was a rough day on the ship.The waves were huge and the rain was fierce. After ten days of rain, the captain saw clear skies ahead. There were four people on the ship including the captain. Next  he saw an island with some yellow shiny metal. The captain thought that it was a mirage.  He dropped the anchor and deployed a rowboat.Then he rowed closer to the island. The captain and his crewmates started rowing towards the shiny island. Flying overhead, the captain saw was a red dragon. The captain started rowing faster. They got to the island and looked back and the dragon was burning the ship. How are we going to live on this island? There is a fire breathing dragon trying to kill us. Let's try to find food. We could us the wood from the rowboat to make fire. Let's camp out for the night.

In All Hindsight ...

Here I am, in all the chaos. Under the rubble of the crushed house, and through all the screaming, two things stood out: one, the fine air. Crisp, yet subtle, with a slight tinge that cut right through you. The good kind. Surprisingly, I could still feel the air through all the dust and pieces of concrete. And the second thing: her.

To me, she had always been my hope of the apocalypse. The beam of light in a cloud of darkness, and now, she was gone. I already had no reason to live, but this, this pushed me off the edge. Not to die, no, but to fight.

But in all Hindsight, I should have jumped in front of the bullet. The fact that I didn't jump will scar me forever.

Baking Cookies

It was a windy September night. Mom had just gotten an email saying that we had to do something together as a family. We puzzled and puzzled until we could puzzle no more , until vaguely I remembered that we bought cookie dough . No not just any cookie dough . PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE CHIP. So deeper and deeper into the night we went, rolling dough and eating dough .  We thought this has to be a family project, so mom and I decided to wrestle my sister out of her "cave" (bedroom). Well the night ended up a disaster, the cookies chared to a charcoal black, and my sister and I fought for a while.

But the night was kind of a success because my sister and I talked for more than three minutes.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Soccer

Soccer is really fun
My friends and I play all day in the sun
We score lots of goals and create celebrations
And pretend we are players from all different nations.


Was it Okay?

 This is my start paragraph I'm not sure what to do with it. I might just leave it as it is.

The salty tears blurred her hazel blue eyes. She tried to keep running, but the throb in her leg paced her. She fell. Her train of thought vanished, leaving her breathless in a heap on the stony cold cement. The cool concrete stung against her cold bruised cheek. Everything went black. Her eyes parted to see the sky, it wasn't blue anymore. It was a faded indigo sprinkled with stars. She remembered everything as she began to sob. She thought of yesterday when everything was okay. Was it okay?

Monday, October 10, 2016

Gone Gorilla

Harambe is dead
He was shot in the head
As zoo-goers said
"He needs some milk!"
The Gorilla was well built
Stood tall like a stilt
And walked with a slight tilt
But now he is dead
Some lead in his head
The kid has gone away
But forever he will stay
In our hearts
R.I.P. Harambe

-Nnif Snave



Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Stories of the Apocalypse #1- Death

 
This is Stories of the Apocalypse, every issue will be a short story displaying some of the apocalypse, please enjoy!


      You've done it.  You're dead. Well you aren't dead yet, however two bullet holes in your stomach and blood spewing out of your mouth isn't a great sign. Light pours through the hole in the wall giving life to the dust floating in its rays. Surprising how a city left in ruins can spawn such beautiful sights. You had always feared death, matter of fact, you feared everything during the last four weeks. However in this moment you fear nothing, all bad that could happen has, wherever you go after death is certainly better than earth now.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Let's Try This?

This is a space for responsibly revised, creatively crafted, excellently edited, perfectly publishable WRITING of any kind:  short stories, poetry, letters, book/movie/game reviews, opinions, songs, whatever.

I've invited you all to be contributors.  When you accept the invitation, your name will appear on the right sidebar.

Blogging is awesome.

But this blog needs a new title.  Any suggestions?  Please leave them in the comments.

8th grade a time of turmoil with all of the drama good and bad we take off to high school we were the top dogs of campus no we are back down...