DANCE WITH ME
When my dad died, I didn’t know my mom was going to leave me, too. It hurt like hell to lose him, but didn’t she know we could get through this together? I survived by dancing and reading. That is, until the Underground Poet left me a riddle straight from the pages of my favorite book. Suddenly, I was awake and excited. What was he trying to say and how would I reply? I know it seems crazy to fall for someone that I’ve never actually met, but he feels more real to me than the people I spend all my time with. For the first time in my life, it feels like I’m not so alone. Like he has offered me his hand and I’m accepting the next steps of the dance. Would you have done the same?
CAMELLIAS AND OATS
A dystopic zombie novel
A few commonly held beliefs:
Angels have free will
The virus will kill you in 24 hours
There is no antidote
I’m sure there are birds chirping, but all I hear is the screaming. After first, I think I’m at the park, listening to the kids on the roller coasters. Then I realize, I’ve been dreaming. I open one eye and look at the song playing on my iPod, “This Could Be Anywhere in the World,” by Alexisonfire. I smile and close my eye for some final sweet moments of sleep. I sit up in bed, twisting my wrists around in circles; my head following my hands. I swish my feet out from under the covers and let them brush against the floor. I put my iPod on shuffle then walk lithely to the bathroom. Yep, I still have an iPod and it still works. I’ve taken great care of it and my best girl, Dara, from work, is my go-to tech guru, so the thing is in nearly perfect condition. It’s an old-school silver iPod that sits in the iHome on my bedside table until I’m ready to plug it into my Beats. It only houses rock songs so each morning I wake up to the right song. I turn the shower on and hum to the beat—"Enter Sandman” by Metallica—and think about what it must have felt like to wake up one day with the whole world looking at you.