The Skinwalker

Welcome to these woods
These woods
My woods
Your woods
Please enjoy your stay
But only under the light of day
When the sun sets behind the mountains
And the stars come out to play
I pray
I pray
I pray
You go back from where you come
Because with the setting sun
The skin walker comes to have fun
It rips you limb from limb
The only one who hears your screams is me
I must leave you in misery
Your blood stains the ground
As pagans gather around
They ring their bells and summon hell
And infect these woods with pain
So be wary during the day
To not let time slip away
As day turns to night
You'll be given such a fright
As the skin walker draws near
And slits your throat ear to ear

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!

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.

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