Two Person Dialogue

It was a hot, scorching day in an open field in Georgia. The sun was in the middle of the sky as a soft breeze blew through the surrounding forest. Two brothers were talking to each other nervously as one paced back and forth. They were Tyrone and Michael, Tyrone being the elder brother.
"What will we do, talk to them?" questioned Tyrone sarcastically.
"Maybe we could put food out? Or... or maybe call the cops?" Michael brainstormed.
Tyrone stopped pacing and gave Michael an are-you-insane look.
"Have you been to town? Have you heard the news reports?" Tyrone said, frustrated and exhausted.
"Yes, but they are just sick." argued Michael.
"You're my brother, and I care about you, but you are wrong!" exclaimed Tyrone.
"Let's say you're right Tyrone, what proof do you have?" reasoned Michael.
"When I went to the bank, I saw one of your friends from school being hauled away in handcuffs, trying to attack anyone in sight. He even tried to attack his girlfriend! It's not just a disease, it's a brain change! You have to understand, or you just won't survive!" Tyrone argued.
Michael stepped back, appalled, and said to his brother, " I thought you were fine, but you're probably dehydrated, you're not thinking straight...."
"I'm fine. I just wish you wouldn't be ignorant." Tyrone replied.

My Vignette

It was the first time in my life that I was participating in cross country. We were on our way to Seaside, Oregon for the biggest meet of the season. Runners and their coaches flocked to Seaside for the biggest meet of the season. Runners and their coaches flocked to Seaside from Hawaii, California, and Washington. We were to spend the night in oldarmy barracks, and races would take place the following morning. I was anxious, and I continues building up anxiety.

The morning was rushed as everyone ate quick breakfast of juice, power bars, and fruit. We all put our coats on and walked the course. Everything that I was previously worried about faded as new worries arose in my mind. We soon arrived at the mud pit. I would later find that it was so deep, it was up to my waist.

Once we had finished walking the course, we had about 20 minutes until until the race started. As my team and I gathered at the starting line, I began to realize just how people were here. Quickly, we pinned our numbers on our shirts and paints our faces, arms, and legs with green and gold. Then a cluster with people with drums or batons began to play loudly. It changed my whole experience. Suddenly, I was attentive, excited, and ready to run. As the heart-like thumps from the drums palpitated through the ground, I could fell them echo in feet.

The sky was calmly overcast and the wind blew sharply over the hills. They called the runners to the start and arms and legs trembled in an electrified excitement. The drums continued to shake the ground as the race began. All of the runners shot forward like herd of wild animals. As the runners spread out, I took my place in the middle of the pack.

After sprinting down a large sandy hill and keeping a steady pac eon the slow inclines, I approached the mud pit. Most of the runners were merely wading slowly through the sludge. But I unhesitantly plowed through it as fast as possible, nearly falling at one point.

As I made it over the last hill, I could see finish in the distance. The song "Keep On Running" popped into my mind as I continued on, utterly exhausted. Yet, when I began to hear the drums again, they galvanized me to run even faster than I thought I could. As I entered the last 100 meter stretch, I heard my team members and coaches screaming my name and cheering.

There was one runner about 5 meters in front of me. I had already hit my limit, but somehow began sprinting even faster. My lungs felt like they being enveloped in an inferno of exhaustion and dehydration. Everything flew by me as I propelled myself forward with my feet, scorched with friction and sweat. I nearly fell over as I tried to stop and tell the people my name and my number.

I was given a cup of watered down blue gatorade as I walked away from the finish line. I drank the whole cup as I walked to where my team was congregated. They congratulated me and we cheered on the remaining runners.

As we rode the bus back to Sweet Home that afternoon, all I could think about was how good I did in the race. I realized that day that there are a lot of people in this world, and with their help and encouragement, you can accomplish great things. I also realized that there are people in the world who accept you and will make your life better, you just need to find them.

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Why Are The Lights?

Sparks and lights; blinking, flashing

Is that one moving? A shooting star perhaps...

A night sky flashes in my eyes

Day and night, day and night

An entire universe condensed under my eyelids

Daydreaming is a lie

For when my eyes close

I see the night

The night is my peace

For in my eyes,

The night makes the world a beautiful place

The clouds will come

But they cannot cloud what is already dark.

A Night In The Forest

We set up our tent

As the sky darkens quickly

The ground is squishy and soft

I walk towards the tent, past the warm fire

Thousands of different shades of green

As far as the eye can see

I take off my pine needle encrusted, mud covered boots

And enter the comfort of the tent

Before I fall asleep I zip up all the doors

I sink into my sleeping bag

And listen to the loud silence

The steady dribbling of the rain above my head

And the trees whispering to each other

The river sings a mysterious lullaby

As the stars declare the night

Sky Blue

The red sky unveils

As the rain begins to fall

It soon turns to hail

How will this befall?

The hail fall increases

All people are amiss

As the sky falls to pieces

What will become of this?

There’s flooding in the street

The weather’s awfully dismal

Lightning and ground meet

Will this be cataclysmal?

The sky turns blue

And the clouds go away

The Earth is anew

How long will this stay?

My Final Dream

My life is nothing on this cot; there is nothing here for me on this abysmal world

I drift away into a deep sleep.

I am in a forest; sounds echo throughout the cave behind me

Water drips slowly from the stalactites that line the ceiling

Then run forward, faster

I jump over fallen trees and advance through the foliage

Skidding to a stop, nearly cascading down the cliff directly in front of me

The cliff leads to a an opaline lake

My toes curl around the edge of the cliff

Mud seeps in between the cracks of my toes

I inhale the deep scent of the nearby flowers

Slowly I raise my arms above my head with poise

When I fly into the air and forward; my arms are outstretched as to fly

And glide towards the water

I launch into the deep lake with precision and I swim underneath the water awhile

It is so peaceful under the water

With the goatfish, dragonets,triggerfish, and epaulette sharks

After swimming without a need to breathe, I surface

And I swim to the sandy shore

I traipse through the greenery until a mammoth tree towers over me

Slowly and carefully I climb to the lower canopy

I sink into a large bed of leaves

Fireflies surround me as the forest comes to life

I sadly say goodbye to this dream world as to I must return to my own world

I wake up in my bed of leaves.

The Scourge Of The Salton Sea

It took their minds, their souls. I am sitting alone in the middle of nowhere surrounded by bloodthirsty, mindless savages. The whole town has gone mad, cannibalizing the ones who still have minds. They have lost their intelligence, I think. They haven't tried to break into my motel room yet. All I can do is sit here as I slowly go into shock and then become insane for a different reason than everyone else.

I was visiting my friend, who lives here, by the Salton Sea. It was supposed to be my short vacation. But now I know that I will succumb to this horror that sits outside my room. It must be the water; they all drink water, right? But I didn't. I never drink from the tap, and I bring my own water everywhere. At first I thought I was lucky I didn't get infected. But am I really more fortunate than them, or am I just waiting to be murdered?

Now I hear them, making seemingly random grunts and groans. The doorknob wiggles as they try to open the locked door. They soon grow tired of trying to open the door, and I hear them begin to shuffle away mindlessly. I think the coast is clear, until I shift my weight and my leg hits the TV remote. Off all buttons on that lousy controller, I hit the ON button. Coincidentally, the volume was as loud as humanely possible, so they started pounding on the door again. Thanks to modern technology, my life was over.

I had to do something, I wasn't just going to let myself die without a fight. But since running seemed easier, I grabbed a knife in the kitchen and used it to cut a rather large hole in the screen on the open window. I crawled awkwardly out of the makeshift escape route. Luckily, my car was parked ten feet away. I snatched the keys out of my pocket and singled out the one that unlocked my car. I pressed the unlock button and opened the door. I slammed it shut and put the keys in the ignition. There were a few cannibalistic savages headed my way, so I quickly pulled out of the parking lot and made my way to the main road.

Surprisingly easily, I had made it out of a deathtrap of a tourist town. I was in shock, and drove until I saw the sign for Palm Springs. I stopped at the first store I saw. But something was off; something was horribly wrong. There was a drooling, wild-eyed citizen making their way towards my car. The cannibal with blood dripping down their face tries to break my window to get in. I was wrong. I thought this was an isolated accident. But it had affected everything bordering the Salton Sea , and most likely more. If only California had fixed this environmental disaster, then I wouldn't be facing a certain doom. I quickly drove away, simultaneously hitting the insane, incurable cannibal with my car.

I didn't know where I was going, or what I was doing. But I knew one thing, I wasn't going to succumb to madness like everyone who surrounded me. I would find a way to survive.