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By Jackson Kinross

After a long day at work I finally made it home. I look under my door mat to see a single shining key sitting there. Really should hide it better; some creep could walk in at any time. I make my way inside, and I am greeted by the sight of a small dog staring at me. Strange, I don’t remember ever getting a dog. I pick the small puppy up and it bites my hand. I drop it, and it runs through the front door. Blood starts rushing out of my hand and onto the carpet. I run to the kitchen and grab a rag to clean it. How stupid of me; I should’ve known that a random dog wouldn’t be friendly. I walk back to the door and lock it. Hopefully, no more mutts can come in now. I walk back to the kitchen and I run my hand through the warm water. Suddenly, I hear the door start to jingle. Out of instinct, I grab a knife from one of the cabinets. Then the door itself opens. I prepare myself. I thought I would have time to hide before the owner gets home.

Never Forever

By Kennedie Owens

The paint no longer matched your picture, The inside could not rely on what appear, From the winter mountains painted blue, To the midnight wolf you could never hear. The amber seas of your picture, Looked off from the start, But I missed the note to look twice, Before you touch what tears you apart. When your skies moved blue to black, You told me to just wait and see, Not tell me about how your frame is tilting, That you’re not the person you sought to be. All along i couldn’t see, The plastered colors couldn’t sing my song, Didn’t seem to savor my thought, Art isn’t designed to hang on walls long.