The Problems of Annie McGee

Annie McGee has problems

They come to her from  walls

You see Annie McGee’s problems are not really there at all

Annie see what no one does

Annie hears the whispers

Annie likes to tell everyone about her 2 and 1/2 sisters

She tells of giant dragons

She tells of large lagoons

She even told me once how her maid was a baboon

Everyone tells Annie

She mustn’t tell lies

Poor little Annie can only sit and cry

But one day little Annie

Will find an answer yet

Though she may have to travel far and even to Tibet

To solve the many problems

Her mind has faced her with

Even though its plain to see that she has lost her wit

Our hell ends….every weekend!

Find a stoping point. Lets get ready to party. Its to find the saving point that we migrate north. To the great land we will follow our paths. In the end we will return refreshed and enlightend. Our hell to be returned.

The Talking Death Ray Florescent Lamp

As I peered into the room occupied by one miss Annie Nutter and one miss Nicole Moran, I couldn’t help but notice that there was a large death ray sittuated between the two girl’s beds. I quickly leaped into their room and accosted the beast. This is when it let out a tremendous roar and said, ” I am not a halogen light bulb lamp, I am a non-heat producing florescent lamp. I quickly subdued the horrid creature with my excellently place roundhouse kick to its bulb, before it could attack me with its death ray.   

 

 

Late Night Walker

He walked the empty halls of campus looking for god knows what. He found only the deep silence of a campus at sleep and the erie dark places waiting to reveal their dark secrets. Instead of clearing his head his walk gave him a new sense of the world and the fears that come with it. What happend to him no one knows. He walked down the hall. In the morning it was as if he never existed. You see his existence was really only ever noticed on paper. He had no friends or family, only his books to keep him company. When he disappeared durring that deep dark december night, no one missed him in the morning. Late Night Walker disappeared from all notice. His transparency had become realized. The sad part was no one knew enough to care.

Dirt Girl

She lived in the dark places between buildings. Her skin was taught and rough. Her appearence gave her a look well beyond her years. Her life consisted of roaming from box to box looking for bits of food or other useful items. She didnt really know what she was because she had lived like this since before she could remember. There had been others like her but the government had taken them all away. Her kind were the lowest of the low you see. They were not really human, at least that’s what the higher authorities said. Her days on the street were numbered however. One day they came and took her away from her dark alley life. They put her in a clean stark cell with only a pallet a chair and a sink. She of course knew nothing of what these things were. Then they came. They were like monsters with their white baggy skins and clear coverings over faces that looked somethiing like hers. The poked her with needles and put things inside her that made her skin burn with a bubbling frenzy. They tried to talk to her in some harsh barking language. But in the end, she could understand nothing. The girl found herself back one day in her dim alley home. All she remembered of the last few months was a few markings that for some reason seemed to be burned into her mind. As the sun began to set she put the markings on a grimy wall next to her. “I am Dirt Girl”.