Your Doorbell Rings. You Answer The Door And You Find This On Your Front Porch. . .

. . . You yell into the house, “We got another one!”

                “Throw it with the rest of them.”

                I take the package into another room, a small room off the kitchen that we keep refrigerated. It looks like a place a butcher keeps all his meat because we have all our whole raw food in here. We have whole tigers, lions, cougars, and jaguars lying on the racks, whole polar bears, grizzlies, and wolves hanging on the walls, and whole crocodiles, great white sharks, and anacondas hanging from the ceiling. Next to them, I place the small whole human. It is funny, as I see the stack of human in the corner, how powerful they thought they were. Any of the other animals we eat could easily take down a wimpy human. They are a very soft and squishy animal. Their meat is sweet and tender, not too stringy, and does not have such a sharply defined taste or characteristic like the tenuous meat they would eat. To think, humans would eat such trivial meats like chicken or pork, disgusting and disgraceful. I close the door and leave the kitchen. Now I am hungry, thinking about human sweet pink flesh. I cannot wait to have a large human steak for dinner.  

                                                                                                                                             ~ Alyssa Schnell

Extrovert or Introvert???

I am defiantly an introvert. Whenever I am around many people, even five people can sometimes be a lot, I not only feel shy but I also feel crowded. Even if I know them very well, never feel uncomfortable around them, or was just talking to them; I can still get shy out of nowhere. If I feel too many people are paying attention to me, I feel closed up and nervous. I do not usually speak my mind. I would rather keep to myself. Often I just do not know what to say to someone. Despite my fear of talking aloud to someone, I love it when people talk to me one-on-one. It is responding to them I have trouble doing. I prefer to listen to them instead of telling what I think. I guess sometimes I feel my opinion does not matter, or the person talking to me would not care.

                If I am ever at a party or any place with a lot of people everywhere all at once, I hate it. Being around too many people like that truly drains me. I try to find a place with the least amount of people and just hang out there for the night. The problem is the crowd usually finds me. I feel so tired after having to engage in social interaction, even if I did not do much. Afterwards, I could really use some time left alone. Once I lock myself away for a few hours, someone might think something is wrong, but the time alone makes me feel relaxed.

                Just because I prefer to be alone rather than to be around people does not mean I dislike being with people at all. Of course, I still want to be a part of things. I love spending time with my friends; they are always fun to be around. But sometimes, because of how quiet I can be, I feel like I can easily be forgotten. Sometimes I feel lonely if no one pays ANY attention to me, I do not need much. However, I cannot truly engage with someone if I do not feel welcome, it only makes me feel lonelier. If I find a group of my friends, or perhaps only one, and they are already talking to someone or doing something, I feel like I am intruding on their space. If they acknowledge me and welcome me over, I feel a part of things, (even if they continue their conversation, and I am not a part of it.) I just want to feel like they enjoy having me around.

                                                                           ~Alyssa Schnell

                Here is a guide to understanding Introverts. Trust me, it is helpful, because it is entirely true and spelled out perfectly. J

A Father Struggles to stay on good terms with his neighbors after his son becomes a zombie. . . .

 . . . . despite he is a zombie now, the dad keeps his son in his house. He does not want any harm to come to his son and he does not want his son to harm anyone else, which is why he does not let him outside. He tries not to talk about him much because the neighbors get suspicious. . . .What if the son got out? What if the son turned the father into a zombie too? . . . Even though he still loved his son, he had to keep his distance from him. He would make sure he stayed in his room and checked on him now and then to make sure he had not escaped somehow. If he did escape, who knows what would become of him. Although the father was torn he could not keep a close relationship with is son any longer, and was abridged to keeping him locked up like an animal in a cage, he tried his best to take good care of his son. For food, he cuts up large chunks of meat, which he prepares himself after buying an entire cow. His son tends to eat a lot; he has nothing better to do. Some of the neighbors will peek cautiously through the window and see him cutting up all the meat. They then, of course, spread rumors that the father cuts up human bodies to feed his son; after all, zombies do eat people, right? Except what they do not know is, his son is very fond of beef, and although the sight of him butchering a cow is quite gruesome, the father then cuts those large meaty chunks into delicate pieces, cutting off the bone and fat while adding a light seasoning to the beef; just the way his son always loved it. He would place it proficiently upon a designer plate, along with some garnish, and serve it like a chef.  The father likes to think his son still appreciates the gesture, to show he still loves him. At night, the father gives his son a fluffy pillow and blanket, though he is not sure if he uses it or not because they often are nearly destroyed by morning. Before he goes to bed, the father pleads and pleads to have his beloved son back, to find some way to break the horrid curse.

                                                                                                                                                ~ Alyssa Schnell

I am taken to a mysterious forest with my friend, we don't know what this place is or how we got here. . .

We were left in the woods; alone and lost. These woods and something peculiar about them, they seemed unnatural, as if they were trees but they did not belong in a forest. My friend went up to one and touched its trunk. They were completely entangled in moss, making the trees feel almost sponge like. The air was thick around me; it felt very humid. Where are we? Look! Something zipped between the trees, fast and small. The light shined off its body. What was that? We raced after it, though it was somewhat hard to because it was so swift; it seemed to be flying just above the brush. We then decided to crouch and wait for it to reveal itself, since catching it would be impossible. What we saw, we just could not believe our eyes. A little fish poked its head out from underneath a bush, then darted to the closest tree. It was a live fish, swimming freely through the air as gracefully as it could in water. Somehow, the sight made me suddenly feel as though maybe we were underwater. I held my breath but when I let it out again, the air did not feel any different. I revered at how the little fish was able to float through the air effortlessly yet it was not flapping its fins like a bird. Just then, the little fish became frightened; I suppose I could say it swam away; and was accompanied by hundreds of other small shimmering fish. Gazing at the sudden flock of iridescent fish, I did not think to notice what had startled them. My friend clutched my arm with such urgency, dragging me off to the side, I was almost afraid to know what petrified the fish. I took in a deep breath of air and vigilantly peeked around the soft tree. Hovering above our heads was a great white shark in pursuit of the frantic diminutive fish.

                                                                                                                         - Alyssa Schnell

Things That Comfort Me. . .

The things that comfort me the most are my best friends; by far, they are the most important things to me. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have best friends like Elsa, Virginia, Mya, Luis, and Charlie. They always make me smile and laugh, and they brighten my day when I am feeling sad. They remind me that I am loved. I know they will always be there for me when I need them most, just as I would be there for them. Sometimes all I need is a good cuddle, and they are always there to be my cuddle buddy. Yay Friends! :D

Another thing that comforts me is music. I listen to a lot of music and I try to listen to something that matches my mood, but sometimes my mood is what changes to match the music. The majority of what I listen to comes from Silverstein, Placebo, The Smiths, Sleeping With Sirens, and Pierce The Veil. I always listen to music when I am sad, and the music comforts me but some of them are still sad. ; 'Call It Karma (acoustic)' and 'November', by Silverstein, 'Running Up That Hill' and 'Sleeping With Ghosts', by Placebo, 'Asleep' and 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore', by The Smiths, 'If I'm James Dean, You're Audrey Hepburn' and 'All My Heart', by Sleeping With Sirens, 'Caraphernelia' and 'One Hundred Sleepless Nights', by Pierce The Veil.

Other things that comfort me would be sleeping, daydreaming, cuddling with my cat (or anyone else who will cuddle with me), drawing, reading, and watching YouTube videos. My favorite youtubers to watch is MattG124 and UnderDetention. Their videos are sometimes stupid but they will always make me laugh anyways.



                                                                                                                             - Alyssa Schnell

Alyssa

A flower blooms through insanity and chaos

Replacing it with intelligence and order

The petals pigments bleed together, color after color

The lush smooth petals project a song

Like a peaceful symphony whispering in your ear

A melody for only you to hear

Each beloved friend that holds the bud in their hands

Sees the reflection of themselves

The good and the bad are clearly visible in it

No matter; the colors shine brighter and pleasure their eyes

It holds on affectionately as they hold it closer

But the truth does not sever them

The beating of their hearts pulses through the flower

The warmth of their hands makes it grow strong

And though it is intertwined with all of them,

It grows alone

Calmly reaching out, seeking its own path, leaving them behind

But they are the foundation, making all wonders for it possible

The flower thrives through any weather

It blooms its biggest blossom, the petals dancing around it

Rejoicing in harmony as it begins to rain gently

The water soaks the petals; making them soft, releasing

A sweet scent that kisses the raindrops and

Seen through the crystal drops are the small reflections

Of the beloved friends who loved the flower since it was a bud.

~Love me more than anyone else

and I will love you no matter what

                     

                                                 - Alyssa Schnell

Alone on an alien planet I once called home. . .

              

                Everyone else is an alien. How did I ever miss that? I cannot see anyone through the same eyes anymore. Is my family even my family at all? My parents? It is as if they are strangers to me now. They take me to school in the morning, and I try to act normal. I do not want them to be suspicious of me knowing what they are. School is even worse. All the weird things they do, that normally did not mean a thing to me, has made my mind scramble for answers. If they are all aliens, what do they know that I do not? I am afraid to touch them, to talk to them, I cannot even look them in the eye – can they read my mind? Can they tell I am different? I suppose I would be the alien to them. I need to get out of here. My brain cannot wrap itself around this twisted thought of being among all aliens. Surely, what I have found must not be true, right? I should not get myself worked up. They will know for sure if I was the one acting weird. Maybe they do not know. After all this time, they have not treated me any differently. If I keep doing what I have been doing, there should not be a problem now. But what would they do if they did find out???   

                                                                                                                                     

                                                                                                                                            ~ Alyssa Schnell