Buried Alive My heart is racing. It would beat out of my chest but I can feel is creeping up my throat. The Gravedigger slowly shovels a heap of soil over me. With each heap of dirt the weight above me grows. He doesn't know that I am down here. Or he might, yet he chooses not to hear me wail. As the ground above me thickens, I continue screaming. I shout and wail, my voice now cracking and dry. My oxygen now running low, I am loosing the power to cry for help. I scratch at the coffin that confines me. The only thing holding me from my freedom, freeing my from death. I scratch away, my fingers bleeding and my throat sore. I can't scream anymore, I have lost the ability. I hear pounds of earth being flattened six feet above me. Hope is lost, my chance of breath has fled away. The earth has swallowed me up. The Gravedigger should've heard me, how could he not. It is obvious now that he does not care. This was his intention. ~~~

What Should I Read? So from the little of what I've posted so far...or what I've posted on my other account, @LaurenK . What should I share with my Writing Club tomorrow?

A Confession I've hidden it all these years. I thought I could fool you all, I went to school, I didn't do great, But I thought I hid it well. As I walked down the halls, In my awkward manner I clumsily stampede from the classrooms. An annoying herd of noise wherever I go. I don't have the best manners, I'm sure you've noticed. I chew my food with my mouth hanging open, I'm sure it isn't pleasant to watch. And I don't keep my hair that tidy. My curls grow all over my body, I don't wash much, and I'm sure you've snickered at my new haircut. But I think I think it's edgy and cute. So what if it makes my head look huge, Even with my neck shaved bare. So after all we've been through, After all this time, I've found it's time to come clean, I am a Llama ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's supposed to be funny... #comedy

Another World A book is like another world. A universe undiscovered for you alone. Quests laid out for you to conquer Mysteries for you to solve Characters for you to love The lives you'll never live, You've lived here, With your closest friends, And your greatest triumphs A book is like the greatest prize.

Technological Plague Technology is a virus. Seeping through our systems. Infecting our drive with little motivation. Storing ideas that warp our reality Destroying our memory and our shields. It brings us into the system, It exposes us to the world, Our unique identities lost to the disease.