Mackenzie Loomis- More than 10 people a year

Mackenzie Loomis- More than 10 people a year are killed by vending machines.

The machine falls on them, because they aggressively shake it to get their snack to fall.

They jump out the way, fall, laughing hard. "That*s, what happened to my life: I just wanted a bit of happiness and then the whole thing collapsed." He turns quiet

every time the sky flashes purple. The colour overwhelms him with a feeling of exhaustion, and it is hard enough to keep his eyes open. He couldn't remember his name and leant on

a nearby verbiage sprouting a few flowers of speech. Purple haze pummeled his occular orbs, and like squeezed grapes they exuded sweet utterances. Similitudes oozed up and

in metaphoric oxymorons they twisted the meaning of the Haiku. Poetry on Folding Story Glittered in transcendent beauty leaving each line or verse more vividly imprinted on the mi

nds of its reader. Shakespeare himself would have appreciarted the glittering monuments to the poetic art form he would see on FoildingStory. Iambic pentameter was a play thing in

a buffoons wattle house. sumer indeed is a comen and so is wynter. alack for my lack of a quack in this black flack! But my bombs were away, where they went, I can't say. They migh

-t have detonated somewhere over the lonely ocean and startled a fish, but that was hardly the effect I had anticipated. So I gave up bomb-making and took up flower arrangement.

But, no. Then it was underwater basketweaving. Finally, paint-by-number. Ultimately, I rocked to & fro on my front porch,watching the world go by& wondering if I'd imagined it all.