Death the Character
by Allison Palmatier
Death is misunderstood, and not a lot of people realize that. Some think that he is in a constant battle with Life, but that’s just not true. Life makes the world beautiful and bright, while he represents the mysterious night. Or at least that’s the motto they like to use since their goal is to keep their world balanced. Death enjoys watching Life as she creates her masterpieces, and is always making sure that she has room to create whatever she desires. Death watches over her creations and helps guide them after she has finished writing their stories. He isn’t sure why people want him, or sometimes even despise him, for he is only doing his job and wants to keep his love happy. Life was his most valued treasure, and he loved her to death.
The Misadventures of Death Yeet
by Olivia Gibbons
“DEATH YEET GET OVER HERE THIS MINUTE!” The teacher screamed as the child casually walked out the door.
The child considered for a moment, then yeeted himself out of the school’s nearest window. Since Death Yeet was named after the grim reaper, the reaper assumed the role of weird uncle and fit it well. This also gave some unusual powers, like being able to throw himself out a four-story building and get up with no harm done.
After he brushed himself off and kicked someone into the bus station, he made his way to McDonald’s.
“Hey Death Yeet,” the tired manager sighed.
Death Yeet nodded. Death Yeet also demanded not to ever use his voice. Mostly because he sounded like a demented squirrel that hurled itself into the sea and drowned in a herd of goats….
by Julie Sheppard
I am an avocado, that is my life. I was shipped off to a supermarket where I sat and waited to be
bought. One day a lady picked me up and placed me in her cart. I was scanned and placed in a
bag, then in a car. We traveled to what I assumed was her house. When we got there she put
away the rest of her groceries in the fridge or pantry, but I was left out. When she was finished,
she took me and wrapped me up in colorful paper. ‘Why didn’t I get put with the rest?’ I thought.
I was put down where I waited, waited for days. There was talking though I couldn’t see
anything. Suddenly I was picked up and unwrapped by a small child. “An avocado...Thanks...”
the boy said. I could now tell what was happening now; I was a Christmas present. I agreed
with the kid..I was a terrible gift.
by Cora McGrail
The little boy had a normal name, at least on his planet. Avocado. When his father gave birth to him on the hospital carrier ship infested with a weird creature called the Pting, the strange men from Earth offered their names to the man. His father knew that if he was named Graham Ryan or Ryan Graham, he would be a joke his whole life. So, Avocado. Named after the great Earth hero that all earthlings worshiped. His name was a very popular one, for that matter. Five of the acquaintances he met at his learning facility were Avocado, but that was alright. Avocado. The best name on the face of every planet in every galaxy. But something happened one day that made him hate each and every word that started with an a…
The Last of the Sharks
by Mary Ellen Raymo
They named me the leader. That was a mistake. All around us the harpoons cut down our forces, filling the warm salty waters with red blood. As the last megalodon, I feel responsible for all my little shark cousins. But there’s nothing I can do to stop this. The land livers are too strong, and when they triumph, who will protect sea?
Your Lovely Snack
by Jack Finklang
Dear my love,
It’s only been a few hours since we’ve last seen each other, but it feels like an eternity. I long to
see you again; perhaps I’ll see you sooner as your snack. I long to feel the warmth and tender
caress of your lips on me. The heat of your breath against me. I will see you soon, love.
by Evelyn Swiderski
Hello! My name is Daddy; I like to consider myself to be a pretty neat guy. I like everything any typical daddy would like. I like computers, work, recliners, and of COURSE salads. I was working when my best friend walked over to me and gave me this weird look…
“Daddy, I did something not neat…” she sighed
“What did you do now…”
“I’m sorry daddy… but I ate your salad.”
by Monica Turntine
Infinitesimal was a superhero. She had the power of unicorns, her inspiration coming from the office’s doll, Princess Unicorn. Her theme song is even the one from the Office, “My horn can pierce the sky,” and when she transformed using her nanotechnology, she t-posed to assert dominance. Needless to say, it was obvious she was a gen z-er. Her uncaring attitude towards peril really came in handy sometimes, and the Bittenbinder method was one she used often to escape her foes. In real life, Infinitesimal’s name was Jewel, which wasn’t much better in her mind. At least this way she could make fun of people who said her superhero name wrong. She could do that considering how rich she was. Gucci was her brand™️ and with the companies she ran, she wouldn’t be short on money for anytime soon. This was the life of a unicorn superhero named Infinitesimal, and nothing could stop her from shooting for the stars.
Death by Pizza
by Carly Nims
Death watched people go by...from the window. He looked at each one and watched for the ones
he would have to collect after his short break was over. An old man walked by yelling into his
phone, a little girl clutched her parents' hands, a group of teenagers got into their car, and
two young men who seemed to be arguing about something. He sighed and turned back to his
food and began to eat. After all he did like the pizza.
by Sam Duing
That’s what his parents had named him
That’s how much they cared for him
They said his worth was small and his prospects limited
His life was over and his time was short
by Abby Hammond
This is my rock.
His name is rock with no capital letters.
rock can’t talk
So I am his voice.
Hello I speak for rock.
rock has a lot to say.
“Why do people kick my brethren across the parking lot?”
“Stop throwing my sisters at each other”
What others don’t know is that rock can do damage.
Don’t underestimate rock.
I’m not only rock’s voice,
I will literally impale you with a stick if you hurt rock’s feelings.
rock is my best friend.
I listen to what he has to say.
Some may think I’m crazy or out of my mind,
But I’m not.
Hello I speak for rock.
Don’t underestimate him.