Zacano

It is a prison of some sort, perhaps worse. So bleak and depressing that it's a wonder how can the young men who call this home stand it. It smelled of excrement and blood. However, excluding the maddening drips of water, it was quiet. The cells were in a set of two columns facing each other's rusted bars. Between them was a black walkway. The slivers of light shining through the windows of some cells showed the mold growing on it and several depressions full of water. Inside the cells were even more depressions filled with water dripping from the windows. No beds. Only buckets full of excrement in the corners of the rooms. Some, perhaps,

 A beautiful day, a sky clear as it is azure and air so fresh with morning dew even the more introvert would break of their shells. However, this is not appealing to one certain girl. In the middle of the city, everyone is watching from below; acting as if they care for this random stranger. There are some brown suits, some black suits, jeans, caps, skirts, police uniforms, and megaphones. Every sort of bystander looks upward the building constructed completely of laminated glass: the building the stands highest and most unique amongst the other cookie-cutter, concrete buildings. "Come down from there!" attempts one of the police uniform

We all look the same, Have the same house. That's what we're told. Nice square houses, With triangle on top. Why be different? I like our circle heads, And our line bodies. Individuality is bad, We were told so. No one fights, No one argues, No one disputes, No one thinks differently, No one wonders, No one wants to be weird, No one asks why being weird is bad, We were just told it's bad.

Chapter Four- The Hierophant "Let us begin the proceedings, shall we? Axel leaned forward on his podium; still tapping his fingers. Everyone looked to him and could feel he was enjoying it. "You know what?" a girl sitting at the very back seat in Axel's direction stood up, "I'm sick of this. You're nothing but a manipulative jerk. Good bye". "Don't interrupt me for unimportant things such as that" Axel responded. The girl only stared at him with terribly angered eyes. "I can do as I damn well please!" shouted the girl. She covered her mouth as half of the club members turned to her. Axel ignored her and continued, "I will have a req

Chapter Three-  The Empress and Emperor "What is the meaning of this Axel?" questioned a girl standing beside Axel's desk. In the class room, the rest of the students paid no mind to the dispute. Axel looked to the girl with frame less glasses and then his desk. On it was a new paper titled "The School Newsletter". Axel pointed to the paper and answered, "This is the school's newsletter. A sad attempt at journalism only made worse by the fact that these monkeys around us called students are the subjects for so-called interviews. The interviewers have no experience with people or journalism. Also, the teachers that keep watch are Engli

Chapter Two-Magician The final bell of the school day had rung. All students followed similar afterschool plans. First, and most common, is to spend time afterschool with friends that would do nothing to save them had a dire crisis arise. Second, go directly home to do what the individual wishes. The main issue is that the ones who decide the second option more than likely have friends waiting comfortably at school. Finally, they do productive, socially consuming things called afterschool activities. The Writing Club was a fairly new club designed to inspire creativity among the student body. The first meeting was announced on that very s

The Writing Club Chapter One-Fool "Roses are red, violets are blue, poetry is my soul, and so are you" read the student before the class of his fellow peers. Counting each person present in their seats, the number would be approximately thirty students. The majority of the students paid no mind to the reader, though. To be specific, a portion of that majority was indulged in their cell phones; tapping away at the small black keys on their phone's keypads. The rest of the majority was mainly slouching on their desk occasionally looking toward the clock. The minority did their best to follow along with whatever had been going on but more th

 "Roses are red, violets are blue, poetry is my soul, and so are you" read a boy before the class of his fellow peers. Counting each student present in their seats, the number would be approximately thirty students. The majority of the students paid no mind to the reader, though. Half of the majority were indulged in their cell phones; tapping away at the small black keys on their phone's keypads. The other half of the majority was mainly slouching on their desk occasionally looking toward the clock. The minority did their best to follow along with whatever had been going on but more than likely could not follow. One student, however, wat

Leon's Life -Start of Chapter 2 -Leon's Dream Journal Wow, dreams are freakign awesome. Especially because after them, I get to write em' down while listening to Dio. Well it started off with me being the most awesome rocker warrior. Though, I didn't have a kickass guitar on me. I had a kick ass sword! I mean, the thing was on fire and I looked like Star Child from KISS. So me and my fire sword were in front of this weird castle. The sky was swirling yellow too. Way to trippy; more like a pot head's dream. Anyway, I went inside and a giant zombie came out of nowhere. My awesome reflexes blocked its claws. I pushed my sword in betwe