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Oh, my little Dragonfly, I love you,  But we must depart from this land of ours.  Leave your toys and clothes. We’ll go pick flowers.  Auntie, uncle, and me will come with you too.  Daddy won’t come, worry not, we’ll make do.  How could I tell a child Dad’s behind bars?  All I can say is thank your lucky stars  That it is I and you don’t have to.  Oh, my little Dragonfly, I love you.  Tremble no more, we shall flee in the night  So, you can have a lifetime of frolic  And happiness and freedom euphoric.  Ever we part, remember my words right:  Daddy is a hero, and you are too.

Men! Slaughtered and left like headless chickens.  Children! Young! Butchering whole families.  Mankind! Filled with hate, inhumanities,  Pain, sorrow, they all hurt like the dickens.  My heart races as the quill’s pace quickens  And the blurred lines of Nationalities,  Towering numbers of fatalities,  Splintered souls, fleeting sanity sickens  And change! Yes...Change! Stop attacking persons  And begin punishing the medium  Make them examples, teach them their lessons  You do not keep them in a “stadium”  Go proclaim to the civilizations:  Humani nihil a me alienum

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I'm John Brown. I'm twenty-eight and I live  With my mom. My height is five eleven  And I think I'm blood type O-positive. I like cars, vodka, mac & cheese, and toast. There is nothing too special about me.  I am average at best, and I am Okay with that. The thing is that one day  I was chillin on the couch thinking and... The thought hit me! That damn thought hit me! Think  About it, the bloody secretive place Is called Area fifty-one. FIFTY-ONE! That has to mean that there are at least let's Say fifty other places like it right? Who knows how many more come after the  Fifty-one. For sure fifty-one is not  The last one. Who ends something on such a  Weird number? Mommy...mommy I learnt to  Count to fifty-one! Doesn't sound right does it? I might be an average john... humor  Me. Do you really think we have all the  Latest technology available For the public? It might be a good thing.  We might not be able to handle it....

  WOMAN OF THE NIGHT written by Justin M. Vera © 2021 Justin Moses Vera Juanito Gongora St., Benque Viejo Del Carmen Verajustin9@gmail.com FADE IN: Caption: 9:33 P.M. Corner of Joyce Blair St. and Juanito Gongora St., Benque Viejo Del Carmen, 1998-12-12 1. EXT. STREET CORNER. NIGHT A red Toyota Corolla with tinted glass rocks back and forth. The rocking stops and 17-year-old HELEN opens the door, and comes out of the car with her hair in a mess and her blouse in her arms. She looks frightened. A male voice from inside of the car is yelling, but it is incomprehensible. She walks away from the car, and the car speeds off. A figure dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans came around the corner. It was her pimp 50-year-old David. DAVID                Where my money at Bitch? Helen hands her a rolled-up bunch of ten-dollar bills. HELEN         ...

  THE WHITE TEDDY BEAR written by Justin M. Vera Based on the poem The Teddy Bear by Justin M. Vera © 2021   Juanito Gongora St., Benque Viejo Del Carmen Verajustin9@gmail.com FADE IN: EXT. GUATEMALAN HOME – DAY The wide camera shot moves focus from the early sun rising above the tall treetops and moves downward, a flock of birds pass by, and the camera keeps going down to focus on the base of a grassy hill. The birds chirp in the background as the camera begins to slowly go up the lush green hill following a neat cement driveway when…the camera zooms into the loud tires of a pickup speeding up the base of the hill. The camera cuts all the way up to a new shiny red zinc roof of a small Guatemalan home (500 sq. ft.) on the hilltop. The camera zooms into the roof to the point that the screen turns black. FADE IN: INT. A CHILD’S BEDROOM – DAY The camera goes through the roof and enters into the room. The shot is too dark, and it needs to adjust for the l...