Writing Together by the members of Writers Guild
"If I could make an announcement over the intercom..."
The Tunnel
The lane is a tunnel leading to burned leaves.
The woods filled with spiders who cannot believe...
They crawl upon me, and I fear what I have seen.
Their spindly legs prick my skin as they crawl up my arms and legs.
I don’t even know how I got here, but one thing is for sure.
Is that this thing may actually kill me.
But then, the clouds part, and the light fills the lane.
I look to them and say,
“Leave,” and they scatter away.
The leaves on the ground are as burnt as my brain.
I think my hair’s on fire.
Flames crackle the air above.
The smell of fire engulfing the air.
It may be fun to watch the world burn.
I find myself wishing for the sweet, bitter end.
I’m living in Apocalypse without a single friend.
Halloween Ice Cream
“Hi, welcome to Your Worst Nightmare.” The skeleton with the name tag, Spookyboi Williams, says. “Would you like to try our limited edition Iscream or Sundie?”
The confused seven year old just stares at the skeleton, “Uh…. I just wanna find my mom.”
“I’m sorry. Mom is not one of our flavors; although if you bring her to me, I could blend her into a Sundie for you.”
The child, in pure torture, was trying to contain his fear, “Sure.” The boy then slowly shuffled away from the strange skeleton, and once he was out the door, he turned and bolted. In terror he ran and ran not looking where he was going until-CRASH!
A strange Were-cat man looked down at the scared silent child, “...cat got your tongue, kid?” The boy screamed in horror and turned back to the house, only to see the skeleton standing at the door.
“Oh hey there kiddo!” The skeleton smiled, “Did ya find your mom yet?”
“No,” said the child as he turned around and promptly tripped over his shoelaces, falling down a nearby storm drain, landing on his head.
Right before he passed out, the skeleton asked him the same question again. “Did you want the Iscream or not?”
—Us.
"If I could make an announcement over the intercom..."
- “Attention, everyone! If you could please stay calm, the Turkeys heard that we were already celebrating Christmas and are very angry! Please stay inside the classroom or they may find you! It’s a Great Day to be a Crusader!” -Brianna Griesenauer
- “Attention, Crusaders! Mrs. Playle is giving away free books during Empower Hour. Enter the Learning Commons at your own risk.” -Caroline Cunningham
- “Attention, Crusaders. Buy your Writers Guild t-shirt, or Mr. Margadonna will shed his human skin, revealing his true alien form, and throw you into space where you can never buy any t-shirt ever.” -Monica Turntine
- “Hello, everyone. It’s that time of day again. As you’ve probably heard, there’s a nuclear war going on outside, but the weather is really nice. Enjoy the great outdoors!” - Caitlin O’Toole
- “Today’s lunch special: Caviar with whipped-cream.” Mr. M
- “Good morning, Crusaders! As all of you are probably aware the school has been infested with pill bugs, and we will have to evacuate the school before we are all rolled into tiny balls by the bugs. It’s a Great Day to be a Crusader!”— Carly Nims
- “Don’t be a failure today. No pressure!” - Malachi Gnade
- “Goooooood Morning, students! Due to the sudden change of weather, and the giant pancake on top of the school, school is now dismissed! Please be careful on your way home, and watch out for any sticky syrup puddles on the roads!” -Kassidy Kessler
- “Good morning, students. This is the Crusader mascot speaking. I have run out of energy in my current host and require a new body to inhabit. Volunteers will be inspected in the PAC at Empower Hour, and once a host is chosen, I will transfer bodies in the stadium for all to see. Remember, it’s a great day to be a Crusader! Literally...for one of you!” - Mary Ellen Raymo
- “Hello, Crusader Family! We understand that it is literally the end of the world, but we still have a commitment to education. We will be releasing at 2:00. And yes, we understand the world is going to end at 1...we are still releasing at 2:00.” -Olivia Gibbons
- “Yeet Skeet my dudes, I’m just callin in to let y’all know that there’s a small flock of Canada geese outside and they seem to all have knives so I’d advise staying for at least half an hour after dismissal to leave, and if you plan on leaving early or at the normal time, just make sure you have something to defend yourself with, such as existential dread or a large spoon. And remember, it’s a great day to start a crusade! -Quint
- "Attention students! Buy your t-shirts. or I will come find you. I just really want my shirt. So hurry up. Thank you.” ~Megan Koch
The Tunnel
The lane is a tunnel leading to burned leaves.
The woods filled with spiders who cannot believe...
They crawl upon me, and I fear what I have seen.
Their spindly legs prick my skin as they crawl up my arms and legs.
I don’t even know how I got here, but one thing is for sure.
Is that this thing may actually kill me.
But then, the clouds part, and the light fills the lane.
I look to them and say,
“Leave,” and they scatter away.
The leaves on the ground are as burnt as my brain.
I think my hair’s on fire.
Flames crackle the air above.
The smell of fire engulfing the air.
It may be fun to watch the world burn.
I find myself wishing for the sweet, bitter end.
I’m living in Apocalypse without a single friend.
Halloween Ice Cream
“Hi, welcome to Your Worst Nightmare.” The skeleton with the name tag, Spookyboi Williams, says. “Would you like to try our limited edition Iscream or Sundie?”
The confused seven year old just stares at the skeleton, “Uh…. I just wanna find my mom.”
“I’m sorry. Mom is not one of our flavors; although if you bring her to me, I could blend her into a Sundie for you.”
The child, in pure torture, was trying to contain his fear, “Sure.” The boy then slowly shuffled away from the strange skeleton, and once he was out the door, he turned and bolted. In terror he ran and ran not looking where he was going until-CRASH!
A strange Were-cat man looked down at the scared silent child, “...cat got your tongue, kid?” The boy screamed in horror and turned back to the house, only to see the skeleton standing at the door.
“Oh hey there kiddo!” The skeleton smiled, “Did ya find your mom yet?”
“No,” said the child as he turned around and promptly tripped over his shoelaces, falling down a nearby storm drain, landing on his head.
Right before he passed out, the skeleton asked him the same question again. “Did you want the Iscream or not?”
—Us.