Candy

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Candy By Aislyn Echols

I’m feeling hungry, I want some candy. I know eating candy isn’t good for me, But I can’t help it.

I search around my room And find my hidden packages, Made safe for just such hungers as this.

There’s less here than before. Oh, right. I had the same hunger a few months ago. No matter, I’ll find more.

I scavenge around the house, I need more candy.

I find a few pieces in my mom’s purse, I don’t know what type they are, But that doesn’t matter they’ll do the job either way. More in the pantry, Some in the kitchen, Lots in my parent’s room, The whole house is my candy store.

I take my candy to the bathroom. I lock myself in, I don’t want people to stop me from eating.

I lay the candy out in front of me— Wait! I reach into the bathroom cabinet, I knew it! More candy!

I eat and eat and eat. With every bite, I feel the candy working. My body feels heavier, All the candy is gone, The bathroom disappears.

I’m full.

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By Lynnley Whitlock

Just a normal day, as I go and play.. I wondered. I looked, as the trash cans were overflowing with garbage, the wind was blowing fiercely. The wind carried the scraps into the field a block away. The children are at play, as each day I watch nature decay. Just as mental disorder is to humans, the negativity spills from the mouth of one, into another’s ears, it brings them down as it lays around in their head looking for a permanent place to leave its mark. 21

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