As the universe winced, contracting, she threw open her arms;
Hardened scales punched colourless into the ticket machine valid for one hour—
I am thirsty.
And furthermore, all the children, like a whirlwind, resonate.
We all can see each others' eyes.
My mother grew me up too fast.
A need to get off—yet the pull cord, it taunts me.
The only difference between falling and flying is the landing.
Chaos is dementors sucking positive life force out of people's lives.
The still center of my being contracts beneath the onslaught.
C'est la vie. C'est la guerre. C'est la pomme de terre.
Well done, all. I think it’s beautiful! Maybe even . . . dare I say it . . . meaningful!
1 Jamie Zvirzdin
2 Daryle Newman
3 Patrick Turley
4 Kathy Stratte
5 Debbie Riddel
6 Angee Pierson
7 Jessica Ducey
8 Emily Steck
9 Nora Ray
10 Dave Steck