Dinner date.

Carmilla hoped that the Italian restaurant was good enough for her date. She was not used to the whole dating scene, and never went on an actual date. The whole being a vampire thing, normally was a turn off. To Gail though, it was amazing. So Carmilla had decided to start being a college student and go on a date. The date was at a locally famous Italian restaurant with the best pizza around. Gail decided on the standard pepperoni pizza, while Carmilla went for the caprese pizza. As they waited for dinner to arrive, they talked about anything and everything. Carmilla learned that Gail was studying to be a cop, like the rest of her family. By the time dinner arrived both girls knew that this dinner date was going to be the first of many. Carmilla went home, glad to have found someone that was not afraid of her. Gail went home, glad to have found someone who did not judge her for her past. Over all, both people were quite glad to have gone to that simple local Italian restaurant.

I am from.

Where am I from?
I thought this thought the other day.
Full of wonder and want,
and never growing smaller.

I thought and thought,
and came to this.
I am from many things,
made only by the past

I am from the six years spent,
five hours every week,
which has shown me what to seek.
Look for truth, and loyalty,
is what karate taught me.

I am from the building blocks
that took so long to place.
Creation and creation,
came on to every space.

I am from the songs I wrote
that can only speak my mind.
The words do ring like a bell
to the melody inside.

I am from the tree
that has always stood to be.
Looking out at the land,
I finally understand.

I am from everything I have seen and been.
I am from my choices and mistakes,
my past and all the aches.
I am from my sorrows, and all the read tomes.
I am from a place, that only I can call home.

Chicken, Horse or Cow.

If I lived two-thousand years ago, and had to choose between a horse, a cow, or a dozen chickens, I would choose the dozen chickens. The dozen chickens would produce eggs for breakfast, so that I could survive. They could also provide meat by killing them. The chickens could also be used for barter in the shops, so you could get ehat you need when you need it. Once the horse and cow are traded though, they are gone for good. So by picking the dozen chickens, I am supplied with food, bartering tools, and even money if I sold them. The dozen chickens offer the most amount of uses compared to the horse or cow. Sure the horse and cow provide transportation, but when they die though, there is no more transportation, or animal. If one of the chickens die, there are eleven more to own and have. In conclusion the dozen chickens are the best choice to make two-thousand years ago when you were offered the choice of the cow, the horse, or the dozen chickens.

Piñata's fate.

I have been fearing this day. We all have. Today is party day. The day one of us will die. We all have our families to take care of. We  all need to survive. Alas though, for that is impossible. For each party, one of us must die. Today is no different.
There is a little girl here, celebrating her eigth birthday. Her favorite character is Spider-Man. She looks incredibly disappointed when she learns Spider-Man was sold the day before. The store clerk, Klair, was trying to cheer her up with everything she had. Finally she had an idea. She pointed at the grouping that consisted of me, Snow White, Batman, and Superman. Instantly she brightened up and was shaking her head fervently. She knew exactly what she wanted now.
Klair started towards us and I was praying to every god and diety I knew of. I could not be picked. If I was, it meant certain, inevitable death. The closer the clerk got to me though, I became more and more worried. She reached for Snow White, and I released a breath I did not know I was holding. I was safe. I was to live another day. Wait though, why was the kid on the verge of tears? Whats happening? Klair put down Snow White, and reached to the left a bit more. Snow white was not the target. I realized all too late what that meant. I felt the movement before I saw her hand. Snow White was not picked. I was.
That was this morning. More precisely, seven hours ago. Seven hours of waiting for my sentence. Seven hours of waiting for death. This was too much. What did I do to deserve this? I was innocent. A few more minutes passed by without sound. When the sound of little feet were coming near, I knew what it meant. It was happening now.
I saw them all file in the room. The birthday girl walked forward and waited for her mother to blind fold her. She then picked up the bat and got into a stance. It was at this moment I saw her nametag. Hannah. This little girl was going to beat me to death. Hannah. I now hate her name, and fear it. She starts the windup. I take a deep breath, but nothing could prepare me for magnitude of the pain I would feel as the bat hit me. I felt my sides bend inwards from the sheer force it held. Before I could even catch my breath, I felt another. One after another the hits came. I instantly knew when I could hold no more. I knew I had moments left. I wanted to live for years to come. I know now, that this is my fate. To be beaten by a girl named Hannah. I heard the final windup. I want to say goodbye to my friend Paige, but thats not possible. So instead I wait for the last hit to happen. BAM!
Her lifeless carboard body fell to the ground. The energetic, always happy piñata was now dead. Never to smile, or laugh again. Her wait was over. She had been picked.