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I started having flashes of the things I wanted to be when I was a kid. Here’s a list:

  1. A baseball player
  2. A superhero (Calling myself “That Nigga” and will only save people when I white person say my name out loud. Seriously, can you imagine it? “Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s… Um… It’s… Anybody want to say his name?”)
  3. Finally, a ballerina. It’s not unmanly. It’s a phase I went through as a kid when my mom made me watch “Angelina Ballerina” for some reason.

Those all blew up in my face and you know what else blew up? My nuts. I’m seriously. I felt like I lost one or something. I awoke in a dream state with my back against the closet door. I rubbed my nuts as my vision started go morph from this distorted daze to this sharp sense of sight. And I should’ve known it was her. “Ariana! You’re not a zombie!”

“Riker, I’m so sorry!” She apologized with a tomato red face. I didn’t care. I was just happy to see her. I used the wall to support me rising from the ground and hugged her. She obviously hugged me back and that moment was over because we don’t see each other that way.

“How did you even get here? When did you get here?” I asked her.

“Your mom.” She responded.

“Now’s not the time for jokes, Ariana.” I said with a frown. I’m pretty sure she knew what was going on.

“No, I mean, she called my mom and my mom told me that your mom wanted me to watch your baby sister because she had to get back on duty. But then when I got here, she was…” She couldn’t even finish. I already know.

“It’s fine. I know she’s dead.”

“Riker, I’m so sorry…” She said somberly.

“It’s okay, Ariana. You did your best. I respect that. Amari is in a better place.” Even though that little nigglet got me in some major trouble, she was my sister and I will miss her, but I can’t mourn for her. I have to get out of here. I can mourn then.

“Well, if you think your closet is a better place, sure.” Ariana mumbled. I stared at her, pushed her aside, and looked into the closet, and there she was. Asleep. Like a little devil angel. I could’ve screamed. I tried to scream, but couldn’t. I wasn’t too big on feelings, but this was just indescribable. My little sister is alive and well. “She was in her room when your mom went all zombie on us. I grabbed her and hid here.”

“Ariana, thank you for saving my sister. I know you hate kids, but… thanks.”

“No problem.” She smiled. I don’t know how she can smile when we have a bunch of face eaters outside. “Now, how will we get out of here?” I went into the closet and grabbed two aluminum bats and handed her one. I then picked up my baby sister and held her while she was still asleep. How can she still be asleep?! “We bash our way out.”

Submitted: February 04, 2014

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Oh wow XD she is sleep during a zombie invasion. Talk about heavy sleeper ... I love this novel..

Tue, February 4th, 2014 8:43pm


:') Thank you..
And my little sister is a heavy sleeper.

Tue, February 4th, 2014 12:44pm


:D!!! Haha "Nigglet" & "Devil angel". Good thing Amari and his friend are okay :). Can't wait to see how the bashing goes! ~Poetic

Tue, February 4th, 2014 8:45pm


Me neither. Lol
thanks for reading.

Tue, February 4th, 2014 1:16pm


Forgot to mention a super hero named "That nigga" would be flucking hilarious i can just picture a bank getting robbed or something and none of the white people want to say "that nigga" so everyone is just sitting there with this face -_- thinking (in the words of kevin hart) Help me niggah!! ~Poetic

Tue, February 4th, 2014 8:54pm



Tue, February 4th, 2014 1:18pm


I'm giving this the "like" it so deserves!

Wed, February 5th, 2014 2:20am



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