Cell (an acrostic poem)

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Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong

Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him

Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others

Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity

Ice (an acrostic poem)

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It was so cold outside, but he preferred to be out here shivering in physical misery

Cause she was inside

Eventually, he would have to go back in and suffer the emotional frostbite.

Who Invited Apathy? (a 100 word story)

I call for misery, but it does not come.  It leaves me in a state of malaise, a state for which I do not have a passport to.  You would think that depression, insignificance, or any of their ilk would be at ones beck and call.  They are not invited to most places.  They are the uncool kids who find out where the part was from a friend of a friend and crash it.  I invited them.  I even brought the alcohol and drugs, all they could use, and yet here I am all alone with apathy.  I’m effed up!