Thomas Brimm Has the Giggles

Thomas Brimm stood on his tippy toes, peering into the long box that held his grandfather. Was that really his grandfather though? Sure, the ribbon that hung next to him read "Dado," but all of his wrinkles were gone. The wrinkles from his laughter, his anger, his compassion--gone. The makeup coating Dado's face appeared yellowish in the soul-piercing fluorescent lighting. Thomas felt himself stifling fits of giggles; his grandfather would have never worn blush!

Ephipaneasy

My mind shot
out ofthe top of
my skull.

Flakes shimmied down
dusting heads all around.

Synchronous/chorus...
"A-HA!"

Party (Snoozin') Time

Penny Bloom Throws the Ball

Penny Bloom set the rubber ball on her chipped white desk when she got home. She sat in her uncomfortable chair and stared at it. Why did she take it? It's not like she particularly needed a rubber ball. Penny wondered why she did a lot of things. She stood up and opened her bedroom window. It was dark outside and everyone seemed to be inside their homes. Penny grabbed the rubber ball and threw it as hard as she could out the window. It dropped from the second story and bounced when it hit the ground. And bounced. And bounced. And bounced. Soon enough, the rubber ball left Penny Bloom's line of vision, probably bouncing from rooftop to rooftop forever.

She looked up at the night sky and thought she saw a shooting star, but decided it was only an airplane.

Honey in My Hair

The grass beards
were full of ants.
They marched up


and down
our faces
as we
laughed
and laughed.

Let's not race home.
Let's not care.

Unresolved

The past popped out like a giant monster, pulling her hair and covering her eyes with its dozen tentacles. She couldn't see the present. She couldn't see the future. Just the past's slimy skin pressing against her eyelids. Its breath stunk of regret as it whispered the names of people she hadn't seen in years. "Get off me!" she screamed, thrashing back and forth, attempting to throw the past off her back. "But I'm unresolved. You can't move forward!" it said. She dug her fingernails into the past's clouded eyes and it let out a whimper. It tumbled down and fell to the ground, whispering, "Remember, remember, remember when..." She flung her closet door open and tossed the past inside, saying, "You'll always be unresolved, you're the past!" She slammed the door and walked away, glancing back once or twice.

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