Water by CM

I was on boat,
In a lake,
Waves lapping at the sides.

The sky was gray,
Stormy.

A raging storm was under way.

The waves lapped,
Hungry.

I was far away from shore.

Then there was a white cap,
Then there was water.

Nothing more.

Secret Colony of Cybernetic Cats Discovered! by CM

A family of campers hiking in the Montana wilderness, 2020, stumbled across a secret government project: cybernetic cats; government officials let out stunning secrets as the public presses in on so called “Area 52”.

H.M, an official that was working on this top-secret project says: “After World War II, we didn’t want another horrific war tearing apart our world. We wanted better soldiers, cybernetic ones, after learning about the safety risks we decided to start with cats.”

These so called cyber-kitties can run at seventy miles per hour, shoot machine guns, an sprint on their hind legs.

“We didn’t expect the kitties to be so strong, but they work out great.” says H.M., admitting that the team never thought the cats would work out.

Even though most are excited with these cyborgs, some have complaints: “How can we trust our government to not hurt these cats?” asks Pernelle McDuff, a breeder in Persians.

Many agree with Ms. McDuff, 42, about these experiments.

“How many cats have died in Area 52?” asks a conservationist,

“And how long before they experiment on other creatures, even humans.”




All over the world, citizens of many countries are wondering the same thing: what else is being hidden from us?

The Tornado by CM

I was at my office on a fine summer’s day,
When the sky darkened.
There was a swirling mass in the sky.
They called it many names,
Hole,
Abyss,
Freak storm,
UFO,
The dark jaws.
But no.
It was a tornado of crows.
Hundreds of murders condensed in the sky.
Swirling,
Twirling,
A whirlpool of death.
Advancing on us all.
I heard screams.
Evacuate!
Flee!
Stay calm!
Don’t be afraid!
The tornado’s coming!
It was.
Sweeping through the city swirling, twirling, screeching,
The murders came.
Closer, ever closer,
Upon us.
I braced my self for flying debris,
Nothing.
The crows, murder upon murder, swirled on.
But destruction came.
The cook murdered the truant officer,
I was in shock,
I ran.
The boss murdered the librarian,
I ran out of my office building.
The streets where chaos.
Gunmen shooting at the market,
People where drowning each other in the fountain,
Children chasing each other with kitchen knives.
Bodies all over the ground.
I saw my twenty-year-old son.
I was about to help him,

No,
I smiled.
I picked up a hatchet and advanced.