lottery

Have you ever won the lottery? If you have you are probably very lucky. If you win the lottery in the book”The lottery” it is exactly the opposite. What type of book could this be? A horror book, a corrupt city under horrid government control? In the book Mr. Warner says it is tradition, but tradition for what and why. Maybe it was just there way of life, Maybe it was just fate. Because there is no real way not to get picked. Even if you wanted to get picked its only luck, or it is just unlucky.

I Am the last Pickle

The last pickle I am, the last lonely pickle in a vast jar from the past. I am the last PICKLE, I have not gone fast like others from their mothers. I am the last of the pickles nobody likes a chubby stubby pickle, Lost in the back of the fridge for I am the last pickle hidden behind the rotten milk. Molding into hard folds for their days is long gone. MY DEATH waits across those open gates of the old and moldy kitchen door. Release me.