It was half past noon as Professor Lynch came barreling into the drive way in his hunt for the unknown. His actions so urgent he forgets to even close his car door. He sprints up his steps and swings the door open to his house and there it was.

Why was he is such a hurry? Well this goes back a little over a week prior when he had some guests over for the first time since he bought his new home. It was the day after he had finally unpacked the last box. This was a gathering to celebrate his new job as a History Professor at the University of California and his beautiful new home. The gathering was going as planned till he heard a strange noise coming from the basement.

The guests didn't hear this noise and continued having a great time as Lynch went downstairs to check it out. As he opened the back door he heard some things fall over as if an animal had skirmished to the noise of the door. As he continued down the stairs after this so called animal his heart about hit his stomach. He has a small door in his basement he figured was used for child’s play made by the family before him. So in his unpacking process he had left it alone. Well he could of sworn he seen the door **** to it turn. Too afraid to check it out on his own he ran upstairs. Trying not to embarrass himself he quickly ran up the stairs into the main room and continued the gathering as if nothing had happened.

Once the guests left he found himself sitting in his living room saying to himself “it was nothing, you’re just seeing things.” He talked himself into believing this because he hadn't slept much in a few days with all the unpacking trying to get ready for the new week. So he finally decided to go to bed and get some rest. It wasn't for another week till he had started to notice some strange occurrences. He came home from work that day and noticed his refrigerator was left open. Lynch however was uncertain on if it was him who left it open so he shrugged it off.

Another day had passed and again he came home from work and his refrigerator was open again. This now struck an uneasy feeling; he had made sure he closed it before work today. As he continued through his house with caution he had seen nothing unusual nor seen anything more out of place until he walked by the basement. He once again heard this skirmishing sound of what seemed like an animal trying to escape the basement. As he entered the basement the sound stopped. He was frightened but hadn't been threatened in any way, so he continued throughout his day although not in ease. He was uneasy about this happening a second time so he decided to come home early from work and see if he could catch whatever it was in action.

So at work the next day as he planned he left work early, about half past noon. “Professor Lynch came barreling into the drive way in his hunt for the unknown. His actions so urgent he forgets to even close his car door. He sprints up his steps and swings the door open to his house and there it was.” This was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Something so frightening, so terrifying his jaw hit the floor. Before Lynch could speak a word, he was snatched and drug into the basement through the little door he thought was used for “child’s play.”

-Joseph B Schneider

Dear Jenny
I hope one day you will remeber me
i know i am fading from your memory
you stopped thinking about me

you want people who are there
and ever since you moved you havent seemed to care
if im ok

I know we said that it will never work
I know long distant relationships always end in heart break
but my heart is breaking every time I try to call you on my phone
and i realize you changed your number
but that is not the only thing that changed
instead of long letters they have gotten short
Your usual I love you
has been replaced by a sincerely
and even though everyone says it doesnt mean anything
it means something
to me
so i know i am fading from your memory
you stopped thinking about me
so this is the last letter from me you will see
Sincerely
       The one you left behind

Nonsense.
No sense.

The essence of low friends,
in places
you mistake for a shade of grey that you know steams,
from the black and white of compromise,
that satisfied your wild side,
but at brighter times the child cries,
from inside your mind that amplifies;
your mistakes, because they're special.

Aren't they special?
they're unique and defeat is something to revel.

So the focus is a must,
in lies we must trust,
the instinct to sit and think
and adjust whats unjust.
Disgusting is love,
that is crushing the truth
of whats to be done, now the blame is on you.

If something is wrong,
to run,
is the fun of being crazy.
Insanity is trying this whole thing on a maybe.
Maybe it'll change,
maybe I will too.
Acceptance is scary,
but scary is you.

Once upon a time there was a wounded angel
it fell from heaven
and couldnt fly back because its wing was broken

So it sat there
looking around for a sign of what to do
it stayed there for days
It was starving and needed food
he looked to his left and saw a farm in the distance

He got up and limped towards it
he asked the farmer for some food
but he didnt seem to care
"What can you do for me?"
"A fallen angel can't do anything."
but the angel begged and pleads
to the farmer for anything
"You can work for me."
so the angel agreed
he lived in a horse stall
with the horse
for 3 years he fed the horse
and took some food for himself to eat
he started to forget he was an angel
and he had wings
he forgot he was a chosen person of God
He started to believe as the farmer preached
a mouse watched the whole thing
he walked out to the angel
and inspected his wings
he saw they where healed
and told the angel of these things
but for months he wouldnt believe
he told the mouse to leave
reminded him he could be free
but the mouse stayed
and tried to get him to see
the mouse slowly but surely
got the angel to believe
it flew back to heaven
and told God about the mouse that gave him back his wings
God blessed the mouse
He said,"I will give you anything."
but the mouse refused
he didnt need anything
he was happy with his life
no matter what the angel believed
God agreed
and saved the mouse a place in heaven
for when he would leave his earth life
and the mouse and God would officially met

Hands can take life away
Hands can save someone life
Hands can take away pain
Hands can write show how much you break
Hands can show your not alone
And hands can tell you to get away
Hands can make someone stay
Hands hold the knife that cuts my wrist
Hands can tie the not that i hang myself with
Hands can write the notes I give to my friends
Hands show my story
and can cause my story to end
Hands show you a lot about me
Just look at my hands and you will see
how much pain that goes throw me
maybe your hands
will be the hands
that can save me

Behind the flashing lights
Blinding but she smiles
Her beauty and her charm
Enthralling

Big hair, red dress
She bats her lashes
"Tu es très belle, ma chérie!"
Flowers, kisses, strange men
And she smiles as always

Her story unfolds
As she dressed up for the show
Chiffons and laces
All night she dances
And in the morning
with all the glances
She hides her pain under her big sunglasses

Not one of them cares
What she hides and what she bears
For they will never see
Her precious diamond tears
Nor hear her anxieties and fears

Home at last
Once again
She grabs her silver flask
Drenched herself in her cocktail of sadness
Then she gets undress
But not that she can't address
Because everytime she looks
In the mirror it says
''Tu te ments à toi-même comme toujours''
She wipes off her make up
And she cries as always



-Ma Chérie, Margaret Austin Go