Poem

I had a jar of pennies that used to make my day;

I would sit around for hours and everything went my way.

But my jar began to crack and crumble, I began to lose my pennies,

And when time began to go on, I was losing them in twenty's.

I lost them in the floor cracks and I couldn't get them back;

And I sat there with an empty jar, my heart under attack.

Loneliness came faster and the loss began to spread.

And when I shut my eyes, went cold, I knew that I was dead.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.

Pongo

I just didn't see it coming, I never thought you'd lose your smell.

Now that you have I feel like somethings been ripped away from me. You carried the scent of a life once lived. I really rested my head on you. You were my support when I was upset, and my guidance when I was confused. And now, you've left me, lost.

I don't know where to turn right now, I think I'm still upset. I know it's not your fault and I'm sorry I left so much responsibility on you. But nothing lost will ever be brought back.

So I'll cover you with perfume, I know it's not the same. But we'll deal with it together.

I still love and trust you, heart-warming teddy.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.

For a timed exam I had to do.

The exam question: (Keep in mind this was a really rushed piece of work)

Imagine you are standing near an impressive sight (either natural or man-made). Using up to 200 words, describe what you observe and how it makes you feel. 

The rainforest leaked around me. Marvelous strings of green hung from the sky and wound their way down harsh brown tubes. The soil which I stood on sank with moisture and made warming, squelching sounds. The shades of green darted about my eyes and set a wonderful and busy picture in front of me. The way the colours of plants and trees danced together had my mouth gaping with awe. I stood, motionless, as everything rushed about me. Not a space wasn't covered with colour. I looked above expecting to see a vibrant sky, but leaves spread out and expanded to block my view. I looked forward at the thick layers of plantation unevenly sprouting. The flowers too delicately placed in such an unforgiving background. The birds sang out of tune but seemed to work together on a soundtrack to set the mood. The insects swarmed busily about in a world of their own. Animals hang from vegetation. They shifted under it, were resting on top of it. Animals clung to whatever was theirs. It was a madhouse. There wasn't a moment silence, everywhere I turned had been brightened with noise and colour. It was like nothing I'd ever seen.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.

Death The Soul Keeper

July 2001

She leapt out of her skin and ran. Faster than light I watched her zoom about restlessly. I snickered to myself. I have a cruel, cruel heart. She zipped to a rich coloured tree and floated around it smiling to herself. She clearly enjoyed the freedom.

Then she noticed my presence. She spun around to face me. I wonder what she thought, when everything is so much more beautiful in the world around, until she faced me.

Well that was my cue, I smiled at her and walked towards her. Put one hand forward as if a friendly gesture. She took my hand with her translucent fingers, her face looked puzzled. I sighed and using her hand I spun her into a translucent ball. I put the ball next to my ear. It still had a pulse. That's what's sad about a soul, their special effort to make them feel like they're real. I laid a finger from my other hand on the ball and absorbed it. My next job was around the corner. Very convenient.

I neared a chorus of sobbing and smiled. I was close. As I entered the funeral grounds I could see many people in black, mourning over their lost one. But that's not all I could see. The coffin was short, too short for an adult. 

Sometimes I hate my job, I really do.

I caught sight of the soul, she was desperately grabbing onto peoples legs, trying to be seen or heard. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes that were sparkling from tears. 

With dread, I neared her. With regret, I put my hand on her shoulder. And with sorrow, I absorbed her.

August 2001

It's been tiring.

The other week I was nearing a soul that I must have known from somewhere. Perhaps a funeral of another. An old man who had died of old age. He was sitting there, not abusing the freedom like most do. So I went to sit by him.

"You dead too?" He asked me.

"I was never born." I replied.

"Never born?" He questioned leaning his head to one side in confusion.

"Nope." I gently shook my head.

"How is that possible?" He asked.

"Well, I am death." I told him. He paused after I said that and fell silent.

"Ah, I see." He replied after a while and smiled at me. I sighed.

"Well, I have a job to do." I regretfully told him.

"I understand." He nodded. And I put my hand on his shoulder and watched him strain and struggle while he was sucked into me.

September 2001

What a month.

A terrorist attack over the ocean. I didn't feel sad, I never feel sad.

How could I possibly with this kind of job?

But it really was something to go around collecting almost 3000 souls. And they weren't easy to get either, I'm not used to going under buildings to find spirits. They were acting like crazy lunatics. As if they didn't know they were dead. Running all over the place. 

I guess it's part of the after shock. But it really was a gruesome sight.

I'm not one to complain, but there is a limit of blood that even I can take. 

It was pretty crazy. Running back and forth with my arms out. Feeling younger and fresher every second. I didn't even have time to catch most of their names. 

October 2001

I came to two heavy, wooden doors. I let out a shrill whistle that would have pierced your ears and the doors unbolted and slowly creaked open. My eyes rolled over like glass and I hung my head backwards. Facing up I could see the raging souls fly effortlessly back and forth trapped within themselves. They're faces looked screwed up with venom and their eyes like poison darts. They swarmed above me as they tried to reach out and claw at me. 

I walked forward and the doors closed behind me. I felt safer down here. I knew this place. I liked this place. I was home.

-Eggy Mayers, wanna be writer.