Like most people in Hammond, you have probably noticed a basic driving practice that is often forgotten by daily commuters. Somewhere along the lines, people managed to disregard the existence of the turn signals that all cars are equipped with, leading one to believe that perhaps they are unnecessary. The problem is that they are without a doubt imperative to courteous and – most importantly – safe driving. If I were to hit a car in front of me while driving, it would in most ca...

     I stare at the ceiling, my eyes robbed of focus. Tears slide silently from their confines and track down my sunken cheeks. The bed beneath me creaks half-heartedly as I try to move, but I succeed only in rubbing my raw wounds to the point of bleeding. Cursing the leather straps, my mind falls into panic. Footsteps echo from the hall, but the head restraints prevent me from seeing who it is.      But there's no need to see, I know. I know he has co...

The wombats are coming! Eating the leaves, Climbing the trees.. The wombats are coming! You look at me with that confusion; You find me somewhat amusing, But someday you'll see. When the waves crash And the skies darken, Filling with the... Wombat-y sounds... Oh, you'll know. The gravity of the situation will hit you-- Wham! Bam! Thank you Sam!! But too late, too late... Don't laugh!! The wombats are coming! Are you crazy? Are you mad? Can't you hear the drumming Of so many small feet In the ...

I stood at my mighty tower watching over The Great City of Saucier with my hands on the rails and my book of justice strapped to my back. The sky was grand, and there seemed to be not a butt-raping thing that could change that... but I was to be proven wrong. Just as I picked up their scent, the Multiplying Bunnies of Viagra rushed from the forest, breaking down the fence and attacking the courtyard. They raped everything in sight, and all I could do was watch. When their work was finished th...

I stood at my mighty tower watching over The Great City of Saucier with my hands on the rails and my book of justice strapped to my back. The sky was grand, and there seemed to be not a butt-raping thing that could change that, but I was proven to be wrong. Just as I picked up their sent the Multiplying Bunnies of Viagra rushed from the forest, breaking down the fence and attacking the courtyard. They raped everything in sight, and all I could do was watch. When their work was finished the la...

New ideas and theories are constantly being discovered in science, and one of the more recent and controversial ones is the theory involving the holographic paradigm. The idea of the universe as a hologram provides a new look at how the universe interacts, how humans can be connected through these interactions, and provides realistic explanations for phenomena both on this world and beyond it. This concept is constantly under scrutiny by those who believe it deserves to be considered a theor...

Golden arms embrace, Wafting colors smelling sweet-- A peal of laughter.

He set the silver candelabra on the hall table, aligned perfectly with the pattern on the table covering and lighting the portrait above it softly. A small smile dimpled his cheeks as his eyes danced with firelight. The painted eyes of his grandfather regarded him coolly in the ambience of the candles. Delicate wafts of vanilla curled themselves from the candle wicks and permeated throughout the dimly-lit hallway. The man straightened his tie with a clearing of his throat, and he strode down ...

The moon is after you and reality is over once you stop believing. The silver orb so many spend cumulative hours out of their lives observing, searching the bright sphere for some answer, is the one really doing the observing. Decimation is at hand, for the many have fallen. Stop believing and begin to live again. The silver spoon has fallen from your lips, and now you must retrieve the connection to life that has been out of your hands for so long. Reality can be over at last if you will sim...

Sketch away the rifts of sorrow in my face, Paint the distrust from my eyes, Sing away the malice of my lips, Dream away the doubt in my mind, Praise away the reprimands in my ears, Turn the pain of my hands into creation, Change the somberness of my sole into dance, Steal the sadness from my heart, Make me forget the grief that is my life.