When it was finally time to board, we found ourselves on a small plane, much like the one we’d taken from Springfield to Chicago—only this one was emblazoned with a shamrock and the airline name Aer Lingus. Upon boarding the captain announced his name as Seamus O’Connor.
Well. That turned very Irish very quickly.
Another takeoff, more flying. By now I was in some kind of trance or limbo. This was my lot now, to be forever stuck in transit, always hopping from one airport to another amid days and nights that didn’t match my body’s internal clock. I was so tired…so tired.

Sugarcoated words
Plus chocolate cheeks
In a whipping bowl of
Acceptance in a bakery of
Cheats

Cracking thin shells of debate
Into a glass bowl of hate
Whisking in the screams
Of meaningless berate
To make diversity cream.

Tastes like a dream?

I’m getting sick on
These brownie points
I’m raking in.

Seeing the world
upside-down
reveling in
the change
where once was
flat
and lifeless and brown
something new
is became
skies of blue
or grey or white
clouds or snow or ice
a whole existance
turned around
by seeing the world
upside-down.

I wonder
what life would be like,
if things were black and white.
The path to choose would always be clear -
whether to go or whether to stay
turn left, turn right
don't go there; it has no light.
The right thing to say would always be near,
if this life was black and white.
Grey issues no more
would creep through the door;
Confusion no longer trouble my sleep.
My days would be peaceful,
free of remorse
my nights content and untroubled.
Yet perhaps we are meant
to live and to learn

world of white:
white sky
white ground
white whirling through the air
white noise

trees, houses, cars
sprout from the crystal earth
muddy tracks
mar the pristine beauty
poofy coats tuck in their chins
and hurry on

sun sets
moon rises
sparkling beauty returns
deep blue sky
studded with stars
invisible obstructions
coated with glitter
artificial lights
rising heavenward
in golden spirals

beautiful world

Hey guys! This was an experimental 15 minute assignment where we had to write a fictional story in (duh) fifteen minutes. No pre-write, nothing went into this story, so it really isn't the best quality. Just thought I'd post it. Enjoy! :D
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It's a cold, unforgiving world.
Don't doubt it, it's true,
'Cuz as soon as you take off the covers,
Your fingers will turn numb, your toes, blue.

It's a cold unforgiving world.
You can't even go to the loo,
Whenever you stand up you feel it,
The cold is getting to you.

It's a cold unforgiving world.
Out of the covers, the temperature feels negative two,
You can't take it, but you can fake it,
I know you feel it too.

It's a cold, unforgiving world.

Harrington Mansion, Cumbria, England
April 14, 7:45 PM

"You look distracted, Leo." Mrs. Trent said sweetly. "What's on your mind?"
Leo turned to the prying embassador with a carefree smile.
"I'm waiting to meet a contact to instigate a plan that should stop the end of the world."

Well, at least that's what he would have said, had he no sense of self-control in strenuating circumstances, which, fortunately, he had.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love – St. Francis of Assisi.

Perfect love casteth out fear – St. Paul.

Fear and hate rule the world today. The evidence us everywhere: mistrust, violence, bloodshed and murder.

I have come so that you can have life, and have it more abundantly – Jesus

For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten son – John

God’s intention was that we would listen to His son and what He had to tell us.

Above all, love one another, even as I have loved you – Jesus.

We are so weak,
so selfish,
so cold.
We have known evil,
and hatred,
and sin.
Therefore, we are nothing. Beyond hope, beyond saving, beyond ever becoming what we could be.
Beyond ever being loved.

One could have said that of us
but He didn't.

He loved us.
He loved us anyway.

The world is so ruined,
so misguided,
so cold.
It has known evil,
and hatred,
and sin.
Therefore, it is nothing. Beyond hope. Beyond saving, beyond ever becoming what it could be.
Beyond love.