Play For Fools

Come one, come all, to the Play, For Fools,
Where’ll we make you lose your mind,
Bring all the people who love to dual,
Don’t worry it’s the right time,

The clock that spins and never stops
The musician that plays and never talks
The picture made from black and grey blots
The children who run in traffic and never walk,

The ring leader outside that loves to shout
The audience that wears their mask
The public who aren’t allowed to pout,
Because hiding their true self is their only task,

Come to the play for Play For Fools, wearing lovely skin,
Trust me, you’ll live.


Truly Evil

The team called Creatures always watch people fall. Their leader always wore a mask and never once took it off. They were given the name by many clients, Evil. Evil had a team that wore no mask. Evil’s team was filled with the strangest of people.
A old guy with a wooden cane named Crook.
A curvy woman with a long hair laced with bows her name was Red.
The five year old girl who always wears gloves named Shred.
Lastly a tall guy who always smokes his name is Burn.
Creatures are part of the supernatural. I know it’s just considered a rumor don’t yell at me but it’s true. I saw it, I swear. I was in a building owned by Creatures. Looking around I spotted a door that was slightly open. Why did I ever look in? I did though and I saw Evil sitting on a desk with their team around them. The client of Creatures sat in a chair opposite of the desk.
“So what are you saying is you don’t have my money.” Evil’s voice says with a hint of insanity. Evil’s eyes looking down on the client like he is nothing more than a flea.
“No, I ddd..on’t havvv..e your mmm..oney.” He says stuttering.
“You know I have no problem with killing you right? Just ask your partner or wait I killed them.” Evil says nonchalantly tilting their head to the side.
“Boss what are you going to do about his friends?” Red whose face was looking down the whole time looks up and her eyes are scarlet.
Are they talking about me. My heartbeat races.
“Well why don’t they join us?” Evil says before snapping her fingers.
All of a sudden Reds hair grows quickly and works like a storm. Catching people hidden around the room. They are four of them that are suspended in the air and lowered to stand next to the man.
“Now you know how to works but if you don’t I’ll explain. if you can’t pay me back with money you pay me back with your life.” Evil proclaims and then slams both of her hands on the table. “Take out the uninvited guest.” She commands.
Red grabs the guy at the right end and holds him with her hair. The bows turn into knives and point at the guy sticking into him a second later. At the touch of his blood her hair turns red.
Crook throws his cane into the air and it transform into a gun. When the gun touches his hand his appearance changes, into a teen with blonde hair. He shoots the man to the right.
Shred takes off the gloves to reveal claws of ones seen on demons. She slashes the man to the left. Turning him nothing into what her name says.
Burn puts out his cigarette and turns to the guy on the far left. The guy shakes as he goes up to him and puts his hand on his head. The guy body turns to ash at his touch.
Lastly Evil walks up to the man. “Get up and walk to the window.” They speak and the man follows. Why does he not talk back?
“You see my powers is what make me truly evil. Power. My word is law. No matter what it is nothing not even inanimate objects defy me. Shatter.” At once the window shatters. Evil takes off her mask and looks at the guy. “Jump.” With that simple word he does.
I cover my mouth. That wasn’t real. I still have nightmares every night. Not much of the killing, that’s still terrify and it’s not because of Evils face. She was beautiful but her black eyes were soulless and insane and she looked deep into my eyes more like soul.
I feel like I’m being watched all the time, no one believes me but you have to save me. They’re going to kill me. If I do die then go to the Empire State Building that’s what Evil owns. I know they’ll make my death look like suicide, Creatures always does because they’re truly evil.

-Evelyn McHale 1947

Authors Note- If you didn’t know Evelyn McHale is a real person who lived in 1947 and jumped from the Empire State building. She is also recorded to have the most beautiful suicide.


Up at night with the monsters outside,
They tap on the glass in the shape of a vine.
Laughing in the halls of your abandoned home,
Playing in the garden when they’re not supposed too

Their voices bouncing off every wall.
Now you hope to see the gold newly day, and for all the dark monster to go away,

But that’s still five hours away so get along.

The floor creaks and the house yawns tonight,
Open the doors freely for all to roam.
Pointing at your room is loneliness and fear.
Little sally was at rest being protected

By a goddess called Nightmare and Dream.
Littler Billy was shook out of his sleep,
The monster in his closet gave him a scare.
But Little Jimmy wasn’t stupid like the rest,

He took out a flashlight and pointed at their chest.
Then the morning came and they all realized something,
That the darkness could never touch them or hurt them,
Because when they always awoke the next morning,
Their goddesses Light was always smiling at them.

Salt and Pepper

SALT AND PEPPER covered the grass on Sunday. Today it’s Sunday, a year later. I always hated working on Sundays. Not because I was religious, no it was nothing like that. I just hated working on Sundays and I’ve always hated Sundays ever since a teen because on Sundays all I wanted to do was sleep till Monday rolled around but no I had to go work in my stuffy office. My hate only increased with each passing week. Though working on Sundays wasn’t that bad, no it wasn’t. Not when you had a girlfriend to come home too. Yep she made me like Sundays and then hate them again.

Now every time when I walk home from work on Sunday for some reason I always get home wet. Though today’s a special Sunday, yes it really is. When I reach into my pocket my fingers brush against something cool and hard. I remember that day I gave my girlfriend a fake ring. She was so happy even though I knew, she knew it wasn’t real. She was that kinda person an optimist to my pessimist. I actually hated her at first but began to crave her stupid but breath taking smile. I think I really hated her because to trap me she didn’t have to say anything. When we moved in together we would fight. Who didn’t? Though that was okay because when I woke up I could embrace her, knowing I didn’t have to let go and I wouldn’t.

Wasn’t it Sunday when I gave her the fake ring? My feet echo on the cement, like a little kids skipping with glee but I felt no glee. I place the metal circle on the granite. See I always said I’d get you a real ring, it’s just really late. I also remember that day, it just won’t go away. That day salt and pepper covered the grass.

I was coming home from work on Sunday and I heard the loudest crackle, like I was out camping. I ran knowing deep in my heart that today I was going to pray to God. When I got to my house the warm colored phoenix flapped his wings. I ran inside, what was I thinking? I can’t recall. I saw you though and you saw I. You waved your hand at me and smiled. For some reason the fake ring on your hand glowed brighter than the flames. Everything came crumbling after that. My body was restrained and I remember seeing the ash and the first snow mix that day.

My hands slowly go over the granite, feeling your name but I can never feel you again. A drop of water hits the granite. There it goes I’m wet again.