Poems and Stories

Dance of the Dead

Once there was a zombie named Max. He was good-looking by zombie standards. He only had one ear missing, two rotten teeth, slightly gray skin, no nose, and a few strands of black hair left on his head. His body was the freshest in the graveyard he lived in, and he had many friends. That is, until he picked up a new hobby
He loved to crawl out of his grave under the light of the moon every night and dance until sunrise. Dancing was his release from all the troubles in the world, and it made him very happy. He often lost track of time and didn’t notice the sun rising above him. The sun burnt him and poor Max had to drag himself to his grave, crying out dusty tears.
Besides Max, the other zombies hated dancing. Max’s obsession became an annoyance to the other zombies, so they shunned him. He was sad and lonely for a little while, but chose to continue dancing in the moon’s spotlight. Over time, Max made this a mandatory ritual. No one understood him.
His mom, who was a ghost, would scold him for being late, and almost burning into ashes. Papa, on the other hand, didn’t care because he was a residual ghost, and was only tied up in his own problems. Papa repeated stories, and Mama always yelled.
Mama ghost ranted to Max all the time about stupid things, and he ignored her. Their most common argument was over his obsession with dance and song. Mama said it was a part of the living world, and not of the dead. Max pretended to agree, even though he was too busy fiddling with his eye to pay attention.
Max could only see through one eye that dangled from his face. He sometimes pushed the eye back in its socket, but it always fell out when he danced or moved his head too fast. Mama thought it was rude when this happened and told him he’s going to lose an eye. Max never paid attention to her.
One stormy night, Max sat in his hollow grave and watched the rain drip from his muddy ceiling. He hated rainy nights. There wasn’t much to do but get screeched at by Mama ghost about keeping his coffin clean and hearing repeated stories from Papa ghost about the Civil War. But when Mama floated out of the grave and went over to her friend’s next door, Max snuck out. He limped over to a big tombstone under a tree and crouched on the other side, hiding himself from Mama. His feet sunk into the ground, and he knew that he had to keep moving.
Lightning shot through the sky and lit the graveyard. Max grabbed his lonely eye and moved it around, looking for a safe, dry spot to dance. He noticed a mausoleum in the distance and teetered towards it.
It was a big, new building that had glass doors in the front and back. Max grabbed a hold of the front door handle and shook it, but it wouldn’t open. He grumbled to himself in anger and kicked the door with his rotten foot, but it didn’t budge. He then hobbled to the other side and tried opening the back door, but no luck. After several thunder and lightning clashes, Max collapsed on the ground and yelled at the sky. He failed.
The raindrops fell on his forehead and he didn’t notice them. His decomposed brain was too busy thinking of a way to get inside the building. Since his mind wasn’t as sharp as it use to be, he gave up thinking. His eye socket filled up with water and he sat up to drain it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a glowing ball coming his way. Max moaned at it, asking what it was. The glowing ball floated over his head and went through the door. Max got up and limped to the door, pressing his cold skin against the glass. He moaned again, but the orb disappeared into a nearby wall.
The rain started to let up a little, but Max was soaked to the bone. He was mad and disappointed. Midnight was going to strike any minute, and he had nowhere dry to dance. The clouds covered the moon, and his only glowing ball of hope abandoned him. Max pounded his gray fist against the glass one more time, and began to cry.
Through his dusty tears, he saw the orb reappear on the other side of the glass door. It jingled at him a tone of apology. Max moaned a question, and the orb sang back an answer. It was new to the graveyard. Its body was a jar of ash in the mausoleum, recently buried a couple of days ago. It was so caught up in exploring its new home, that it forgot Max. The orb jingled another apology and then its name, Mary.
Max forgave her, and moaned a request for her to open the door. Mary jangled yes and gathered all the strength she had to unlock the door. It creaked open, and Max grinned as he greeted the dry air.
Max was so happy, he grabbed Mary in one rotten hand and spun around the room. Water droplets flew off his shredded clothes and landed in large puddles on the cement floor. Mary chimed that she was dizzy and he let her go. She flew across the room and fell through a wall. Max stumbled around the mausoleum and called out her name, but she didn’t answer. He then shrugged his bony shoulders and continued his quest through the large building for a perfect dancing spot.
In his bones, he knew that midnight was going to arrive any second, so he had to find it quick. He settled down in a small room in the back that had stained glass windows. A coffin rested in the middle, but Max didn’t sense a body inside of it. No one was home so he entered.
The room was dark, except for the lightning flashes outside. He groaned again for Mary and she appeared on top of the coffin, singing a song he’d never heard before. Max got lost in the music and tapped his feet. His hands clapped their own beat.
Mary’s glow lit up the room in a dazzling display. Max danced on and midnight finally struck in his bones. He smiled and roared out to the moon, hoping it reached the sky and summoned the clouds away. Their music echoed through the halls and called together all the residents of the mausoleum. Orbs of every color flooded the room and began to sing. They floated around Max as he danced. Mary hovered above his head and called out their names, introducing Max to his new friends.
Max danced for them and for himself. He danced for the moon and for everyone in the graveyard. New zombies, old zombies, ghosts and ghouls, orbs and spirits, banshees and poltergeists. A dance of the dead as old as time. He danced until light peaked out from the horizon. Max moaned goodbye to his new friends, and dragged himself home without a care in the world.

Dance of the Dead: Unwelcomed Guests

Max the zombie was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. It was an unfamiliar sound from far away. He sat up in his underground grave and listened carefully to the noise outside. Max felt around for his eye, which was now completely detached, and popped it into its socket. The noise came back, but it was much louder than before.
Mama ghost manifested in front of Max, looking very irritated. She started complaining about the ruckus and how humans disrespect the dead. She went on ranting about other things for a while, but Max got bored quick and focused on finding out what was going on outside.
Max ignored her and popped his eyeball out of its dark home. He placed it firmly in his hand and punched through his dirt ceiling. Max moved his hand around, scanning the graveyard with his eyeball. Curiosity was itching his empty skull, and he needed to find out what was happening in his home.
Luck was on his side that night, as Mama ghost left for a date with her girlfriend. She screeched at Max to stay inside until the humans left, and he nodded his rotten head blankly. When the last of her phantom mist disintegrated, he popped out of the ground and ran over to a nearby tree to hide.
A thick fog hung over the ground, and Max could barely see anything. He heard children playing around nearby, but he couldn’t tell exactly where they were. Max took a deep, dusty breath and made his way through the fog as quietly as possible. His main goal was the mausoleum. Midnight was a long time away, and the night was young, so he had plenty of time to spare.
Max had a nightly ritual that he religiously followed. At midnight, he would walk to the mausoleum to dance his dance of the dead. His friends, the orbs, lived there and they loved to sing and dance with him. Tonight, he set out to meet them.
Max found a large tombstone and sat behind it. He grabbed his eye and scanned his surroundings. A faint green glow hovered in the distance. It floated over to him and jingled a tired hello. The glow belonged to Max’s friend, Elizabeth. She skipped and jingled around his ears and shot off towards the mausoleum. Max followed her there and she welcomed him in.
Max roared a huge hello into the echoing halls of the mausoleum. Many little jingles and jangles greeted him back and he was quickly surrounded by colorful orbs. They were all thrilled to see him, but Max was only looking for one in particular, his best friend Mary. He groaned at them, asking where she was. They responded in a chorus of I don’t knows and sorry we haven’t seen her. Max frowned and looked out the large front windows. He slammed his bug-infested head against the glass, cursing at the fog.
He was worried about Mary. It was never like her to be late and not show up for the dance. She was always there when he called her. She always showed up when he needed her the most. When Mary wasn’t around, it just didn’t feel right. Max called out her name, but she never appeared. Max sat down and leaned against the brick wall. He wanted to cry, but he held back his dusty tears. His eyeball popped out and fell to the floor. Max was too upset to even care.
“Aww cry me a river. I thought this was a fun group, not a pity party”
Max’s eye rolled around and focused on a purple cloud hovering in the nearby corner. Two yellow eyes stared back at him. The cloud descended in the middle of the room, it’s eyes still staring at Max. His orb friends gathered around the cloud and sang it questions. The purple poof ignored them all.
“So you are the weird zombie that dances. Hah! My dad told me about you. Nobody likes you, you know. Except these flamboyant freaks.” The orbs turned red in anger and shouted at that cloud. He manifested into a small, devil-like creature. They shrank back in fear, and it cackled in a frightening tone.
“You are probably wondering who I am, since all of you are new to our undead world. I am Gible the Poltergeist, son of the Phantom Mayor. My father’s the strongest ghost in the graveyard and can send you away to another dimension with the flick of his wrist. He has eyes all around the graveyard, and if you ever cross him, you’re toast!”
There was a long silence, and then Gible floated over to Max. He grabbed the lonely eye on the floor and started bouncing it against a wall. Max roared at him to cut it out, but Gible ignored him and cackled madly. He then threw the eye back at Max. It bounced off his chest and landed on the dirty floor. Max grabbed his eye and polished it with his raggedy clothes before popping it back into his head. Max crossed his arms and growled at Gible. Gible floated upside down and smiled from ear to ear.
“Well that was a pleasant first impression. Now to why I am here: I’ve been watching you lately. And I find this dance ritual rather entertaining. I would absolutely enjoy…learning a few moves from you…if you don’t mind.” Gible noticed Max staring longingly out the window. He knew immediately why and cackled to himself.
“You’re looking for your friend, aren’t you? The pretty blue orb that sings the highest. Mary’s her name, isn’t it?” Max nodded. “I see. She was floating near the humans, last I checked.” Max stood and stared intently at Gible, listening carefully to his every word.
“She was blending in with the fireflies outside. I do remember one of those boys was catching fireflies with a pickle jar...” Max stared down at his shadow, and wanted to cry. What if one of the humans captured Mary? He had to find out.
Gible looked down at Max, a ghostly grimace still imprinted on his plasma head. “I can help you, you know. But you need to help me in return. You teach me how to dance like you, and I’ll help you get Mary back, deal?” Max nodded his head, and Gible laughed.
“Alright, well here it is. A relic handed down from phantom mayor to phantom mayor. A genuine shadow coat. This can help you scare away those stupid humans without them fully seeing you. My father won’t notice a thing. You’ll look just like a real shadow.”
Gible raised his smoky arm and a black coat materialized above Max. Gible lowered an arm and the coat fell on Max’s head with a loud plop. Max groaned and wrestled with it, trying to put it on. Gible laughed at his lame attempts. Max ignored him and eventually got the coat on. He felt lighter than normal. His whole body was engulfed in darkness. His cold skin felt even colder, and Max jumped around the room, almost floating. He smiled to himself and roared in happiness.
With that, Max kicked the front glass door open and ran into the fog. His orb friends jingled a happy good luck song and he was off. He knew exactly where the boys were, and was ready to scare the living daylights out of them.
“C’mon Tommy, give me back my bike!”
Max turned his head and saw one of the boys, chasing another that was riding a bike that had some weird gadget in the front basket. It was blasting loud noise that rang in his rotten ear. The kid riding the bike seemed a little older than the kid chasing him. And a third boy sat under a tree a fair distance away. Something was glowing in his hands, and it was making odd tic tac noises. He’d occasionally put it down on his lap and throw a football in the air. It would vibrate and he’d pick it up. Then tic tac tic tac tic tac all over again. Max cocked his head to the side, his eyeball rolled in his skull.
“No way, this is MY bike. Yours got stolen, remember? There’s no way I’m letting you ride this.” The little boy lowered his head in defeat. Tommy rode around him, laughing and pointing. “You gonna cry? Huh? Ohhhhh poor little Gregory. Cry little baby, wah wah wahhhh! Did ya hear me? BABY! Now go home and cry to mommy. Oh wait, she’s not home cause she’s too busy working instead of being home to dry your lame, baby te-“
Before Tommy could finish, Gregory leapt through the air and smashed into Tommy, knocking him off his bike. There was a loud CRASH! And then silence. The oldest brother was still tic tacing away on his glowing gadget.
Max took his eyeball out and tried to see what happened. He heard a groan and then a yell. Tommy snapped and starting swinging his arms violently in the air. Gregory got up and tackled Tommy, starting an all out wresting match.
“YOU ANNOYING LITTLE LEECH! YOURE LUCKY YOU HAVE A HARD HEAD, CAUSE IM GONNA SMASH IT IN RIGHT NOW! THAT’S A BRAND NEW BIKE YOU PROBABLY DESTROYED!”
“THE BIKE IF FINE, YOU’RE THE ONE WHO WON’T BE! DON’T CALL ME A BABY! YOU HEAR ME! NEVER CALL ME A BABY!”
Tommy threw a bunch of punches, but Gregory was fast and managed to dodge most of them. He hit him back a few times and the two wrestled each other to the ground. Eventually, the oldest brother raised his head and noticed the fight blowing up a few feet in front of him. “Hey stop fighting! We have to go home soon. It’s getting late…guys….GUYS!”
Gregory kicked Tommy in the stomach as hard as he could. Tommy growled at him and grabbed Gregory’s ankle and picked him up. Gregory swung around violently, his little hands trying to reach Tommy’s throat.
“Josh is right, we gotta go soon. It’s almost 10pm. Mom will be home from work any minute.”
Max grew tired of the conversation and looked around for Mary. He moaned softly for her, but there was no response. He popped his eyeball in its socket and squinted. There was a jar under the tree where the oldest brother, Josh, sat. He was back to tinkering with his gadget and the other two brothers were still arguing over everything.
Max moved through the shadows and found a large tombstone near the tree. He hide on the other side and moaned again for Mary. The sad, little orb sat in the jar, looking really depressed. Her glow was yellow like the other fireflies in the jar, but he knew it was a disguise. He groaned to her again. Mary got up and floated around in circles, trying to identify the familiar sound she just heard. She then spotted Max out of the corner of her glow and crashed against the glass. She was really tired and weak and it looked like she was trapped inside the jar.
Max looked at the boy who was pushing tiny buttons on his gadget and tic tacing away. He quietly stepped into the moonlight and reached out his long, shadowy arm. Mary tried to tip the jar over, but she failed. Max groaned to himself in frustration, and scraped his fingers against the smooth surface of the glass. He took another short step and managed to wrap his smoky fingers around it. He noticed Josh moving his head to his side and Max bolted back behind the nearest tombstone. Josh scratched his head and resumed throwing the football in the air again and again.
Max opened the jar and Mary flew out happily. Max moaned happily and Mary spun around his head in her original blue glow. He asked Mary if she had enough strength to make it back to the mausoleum. She nodded but wanted to get some payback for getting captured. Max rolled his eye but let her go through with the plan. She whispered an evil chime into his ear and he nodded happily.
“Alright, let’s get out of here. It’s freezing.” The three brothers gathered their things and began making their way out of the graveyard.
Mary jingled happily to herself and told Max that she had a brilliant idea. She gathered the last of her strength and split her tiny body into two orbs. Max smiled and popped his eye out and the orbs floated into his sockets. Mary jingled at him to walk straight ahead, and Max obeyed. He raised his dark arms in the air, and roared.
“What was that?” The three boys turned around and saw a large shadow with glowing eyes chasing them. Max glided after them as quickly as he could.
“Holy crap! Run for it!” Tommy hopped on his bike, looked behind him, and smashed into a nearby tree. He screamed and grabbed his bike, running with it by his side. Gregory stared blankly at the shadow, mumbling not again. Josh scooped up his little brother and swung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Gregory continued to stare at the shadow as Josh bolted home.
Max chased them until he reached the edge of the graveyard. He watched the little kids storm into their big white house. Max stood there and watched the lights turn on, and silhouettes scurrying around inside. Their house was the closest to the graveyard. That explained why they chose the graveyard as their new spot.
Mary floated out of Max’s eye sockets so he replaced his eyeball. The two orbs fused back into one, and she was back to her old self. She laughed out a high pitched song. Max jumped up and down and danced with Mary. There were still a couple hours until midnight, and the fog was finally starting to let up. Max roared out to the moon and watched Mary spun around in happy, blue circles. He had his best friend back. And he was the happiest zombie in the world. Mary chimed at Max, telling him that they should make their way back to the mausoleum. He nodded, and followed her.
“Well, well, well, looks like our hero came back and rescued his best friend. Good I was getting bored. That was a great scare by the way. Should have added some pizzazz but you two looked like you were having a lot of fun.”
Gible and the whole orb community were floating in a huge mass in the middle of the main room of the mausoleum. All of the orbs flew around Max and sang happy songs. They were thrilled to see Mary too. Gible raised his hand to silence them and floated over to Max.
“Remember we had a deal. Now it’s time for you to teach me this dance thing.”
Max rolled his eye and groaned in agreement. Gible snickered.
“Oh…by the way. After you scared those kids away, they dropped this weird thing. I think you should have it as a gift. I doubt those brats’ll ever want to come back here again.”
Max looked at the weird object that materialized and floated above his head. It landed in Max’s hands. It was the noise maker he saw before. It consisted of a small, thing rectangular box that glowed and had a black screen with a picture and words on it. Two large circular things were attached to it. Max looked at it and poked the screen. Loud noise shot out from the circular things and scared all the orbs away. Gible’s head vibrated and he yelled at Max to turn it off. Max poked it several times until it shut off.
“What the…? Ahh! It’s human music? It’s the foulest thing I’ve ever heard! How disgusting! How horrible! How interesting. Father would never allow this in the graveyard. Give it to me!” Max shook his head and stepped away from Gible. He kept the noise maker close to his chest. “I said…give that to me! Don’t tick me off, stupid zombie. You know who my father is. I’ll tell him about this and you’re dust! GIVE THAT TO ME NO-!”
Max was already out of the mausoleum. He ran away with the noise maker. Mary followed and the rest of his friends did too. He stopped behind an ancient tree and took a dry, dusty breath. Mary jingled at him, asking why he ran away. Max paused and thought about it, he replied with a low moan, saying that the object belonged to the humans and that it should be returned to them. It was only the right thing to do.
Mary nodded, but asked how he would return it back to them. Max shrugged his bony shoulders and looked in the direction of the large white house. He groaned that he would leave it by their doorstep by morning. Hopefully then, they can take it and leave the graveyard at peace. He took the shadow coat off and threw it into the fog. He would deal with the evil little poltergeist another time.
It was close to midnight and Max turned on the human contraption. He kept poking it until it played a soothing song. He then danced to it with his friends for hours. Midnight struck in his bones and he yelled out to the moon. He was reunited with his best friend, and was very happy that everything turned out okay.
“Oh no….my iPod!”
Gregory suddenly remembered that his stupid brother dropped his iPod in the graveyard as they were running away from the shadow. He was lying in his bed, staring out the window beside his bed. He had a clear view of the graveyard next to his house.
“I have to get it back…or someone will steal it.”
He then paused and heard a faint sound. Gregory jumped out of his covers. He listened closely and noticed it was coming from the graveyard. He looked out his window and squinted his little eyes. He noticed the silhouette of a person, dancing in the moonlight. It was surrounded by a lot of colorful fireflies. The figure looked familiar. Gregory thought for a second and it hit him. It was the same shadow from before. He cursed under his breath and slid out of bed. Gregory put on his jacket and grabbed his bent bat.
“This ends now.” The little boy opened his bedroom door and snuck into the shadows.



Battle in the Sky
By: Gail Garbarine


There once were two kingdoms. One of the moon and the other of the sun. Both were ruled by powerful queens who hated all of humanity. But besides the sharing in their hate of humanity, they also hated each other above everything else. Their duties, of course, were to take care of their respective kingdoms and keep the balance of nature in order. But their anger of each other blinded their duties and thus do to their actions, the world suffered. They were polar opposites in every way. Their looks and personality screamed conflict, and so this is how it has been for many long centuries.
The queen of the moon was named Lunestra, and she was the fairest of them all. She had beautiful long, black hair that gently flowed in the wind. Her eyes were two dark blue orbs that shined in the night. Her voice sang gently in the wind, and anyone who met her instantly liked her by the coolness of her presence and her gentle view on life.
The queen of the sun’s name was Scarlet, and didn’t earn much points in the good looking department. Her hair was messy and curly. It was red, which reflected her temper, and she had a round face and a double chin. Just about everything made her angry and she despised her sister the most out of anyone. She would kill millions, perhaps billions to get the beautiful charm and looks her sister possessed. And yet, she was stuck being hideous, and would do anything to see her sister burn to a crisp.
The two sisters had a long tradition of attacking each other’s kingdoms with the most ridiculous things. Lunestra’s kingdom would steal crabs from the ocean, enlarge them, and shoot them through cannons at the sun kingdom. In return, Scarlet would abduct lions from Africa, enlarge them, and shoot them through cannons at the moon kingdom.
Lunestra liked to use sea creatures since they were her favorite, while Scarlet preferred to use animals from Africa since they were her favorite too. Back and forth, lions, tigers, and bears oh my, would fly into the sky and smash into both kingdoms. Dolphins, sharks, killer sea foam, and whales would soar back in a chorus of splashes. The sun kingdom withstood every nautical nightmare and the moon kingdom conquered Africa everytime.
But once in a while, they got creative. One time, Lunestra was hooked on a vampire series called Twilight and wanted a vampire man of her own. Thus she created vampires and released them into the world. The most beautiful one was named Edward, and she fell madly in love with him. They spent an eternity together, staring into each other’s faces and not speaking. Edward would eventually mumble hello in a creepy tone, and this melted her heart.
Scarlet grew tired of this mushy crap and decided to make a mythical creature of her own. She created a zebra out of garlic and it evolved into a garlic unicorn. She then used her new advanced catapult and shot it at the moon kingdom.
Lunestra was staring longingly into Edward’s eyes when suddenly there was a unicorn hurtling at hyper speeds towards Edward’s head!
“MY DARLING WE MUST MOVE! AHHHHHHHH!”
“…” Edward stared blankly at her.
“DARLING IT’S COMING RIGHT FOR US!”
“…” Edward stared blankly at her.
“EDWARD! GET OUT OF THE WAY! NOOO!”
“……………………..um………….what?…………….ouch….”
“Are you ok?”
“What?…There’s a unicorn in my ear….I can’t hear you….”
“Are you gonna be okay?”
“Alas, it was a garlic unicorn. I will not survive this day.” Edward sparkled his last sparkle and died. Lunestra cried over his shiny corpse. At the sun kingdom, Scarlet cackled loudly to herself. Her garlic unicorn succeeded in killing the sparkly vampire. She was very pleased with herself.
Lunestra wanted revenge so she created a man that could only love Scarlet. He was tall, dark and handsome; An African man who was dressed in a loin cloth and had long, black hair in dread locks. He rode a large elephant to the sun kingdom and made his way to the throne room. There Scarlet was, furious as always, until she heard the roar of the gigantic elephant. She turned around and laid her fiery eyes upon the beautiful black man. He spoke very eloquently to her.
“You, my dear , are hotter than Africa. I would love to poke yo fire.”
Scarlet blushed, her face turned as red as her fiery hair.
“Oh my, no one has ever said such nice words to me. You are indeed one fine man”
The beautiful dark man reached out for her longingly and said,
“Come with me back to my kingdom. We will make children.”
Scarlet smiled the warmest smile she has ever smiled.
“Yes, beautiful man. I accept.”
They moved towards each other and their lips came together. For a long moment, Scarlet was truly happy. And then the black man’s head blew up. Out came blood and confetti along with a voicemail from Lunestra: “Haha! Just kidding!” It was war.
Scarlet screamed and summoned her animal kingdom to war. Lions, tigers, and bears oh my gathered together. Her spare army of garlic unicorns joined too, and stood behind the front lines. They shouted for the glory of the sun kingdom, and were off to be launched into the sky at the moon kingdom. Scarlet’s face was still the same color as her hair. But this time, full of fury.
Lunestra heard her sister’s scream very clearly and giggled to herself. She knew there was a war to be fought, and she gathered her ocean army. She also summoned all her vampires, who were dressed in anti-garlic suits. She waved her black hair in the wind, and was ready for battle.
But they could not have a battle without a battlefield. Lunestra fixed this problem by sucking out all the water from planet Earth. The water froze and became a bridge between the two kingdoms. The two armies marched out and faced each other. Lunestra and Scarlet walked towards the middle, until their figures were only a few feet apart. Lunestra gently placed her hands together and spoke with kind words,
“Oh dear sister, why must we fight? It was only a joke! Get it? Haha! Even though I am mad from what you did to my dear Edward, I could always make another one more beautiful and perfect than the previous. Please…let us not fight! Let us have peace for a half-hour because Vampire Diaries will be on and my DVR box is on the fritz.
Scarlet crossed her arms and spat at the ground.
“No. You toyed with my heart. Now you must DIE!”
Lunestra took out a handkerchief and wiped fake tears from her eyes. She dropped it on the floor, summoning a large whale for her to hop on and float away. Scarlet whistled and Jeffrey the Giraffe came and swept her away from the battlefield. All hell was unleashed.
Lunestra’s crabs attacked and pinched the furry lions. The zebras stomped the seals. Magikarp used a splash attack. The garlic unicorns stabbed the vampires, and the vampires died dramatically. Sea foam swept over the platypuses, and they were sad. The battle seemed even, until the calvary came.
Scarlet’s evil army of pandas stormed through with their bamboo guns and wiped out the remainder of Lunestra’s whales. Lunestra’s army of giant squids strangled the bears and it was even again. The battle seemed endless, and the world was in chaos. The humans had no water and no animals. People were dying of thirst and hunger. The kingdoms ignored their pleas until finally the parents of Lunestra and Scarlet saw it fit to interfere.
Father Sol of the sun and mother Celeste of the moon watched the battle from afar and were disgusted with what their daughters have become. They were long retired from their duties, but when the world was in jeopardy, they decided to interfere. Their daughters have gone too far.
Sol flew down and shattered the center of the bridge, creating a gap between the two kingdoms. The two sisters yelled at their dad, and protested. Celeste floated down gently and stood next to her husband. Sol was furious and scolded,
“Look what you did to the world! Look at those humans! They have no water. They have no food. You took it all away in the hopes of hurting each other. Now the world is falling apart, and it is all due to your selfish acts!”
The daughters listened to their father and looked at the world below. They heard the screams of humans dying and instantly felt bad.
They wanted to fix it. Scarlet stepped forward and said, “They look hungry! Let’s give them back their cows!’ She summoned all the cows she stole and catapulted them back to Earth. The cows mooed in fright and smashed against the surface. The ground was covered in blood and dead beef.
Lunestra felt bad and wanted to give back the rest of the water. She broke apart the bridge and sent the water rushing back to Earth. Unfortunately, it flooded all of civilization.
Sol and Celeste shook their heads in defeat and decided that this was the final straw. Their kids were absolute failures. Celeste stepped forward and spoke up,
“Humans of Earth, if you had one wish, what would it be?”
One voice rose above them all and said,
“We wish for them to go away forever!”
Celeste listened very carefully to their plea and responded, “Life is too delicate for gods and goddesses. They will leave you forever and we will restore your world to peace.”
Celeste waved her arms and sent her daughters away. The world went back to normal. Sol and Celeste took over the sun and moon kingdoms and everything was back in balance.
At the next eclipse, the kingdoms align and the couple spoke to each other.
Sol said, “It was a great mistake for us to have children. They could not handle the duties set before them.”
Celeste nodded, and said, “It is a quieter place without them.” She began to cry.
Sol wrapped his arms around her and asked, “What is wrong my dear?”
“I’m pregnant…”