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The Night Flower—by William Helms

    A flower blooms in the dead of night. He looks down at the other buds  as they sleep nestled,  not yet ready.   High above shines a pale grey light Only he wakes to see it. Only to him does it exist. The others will never believe him, But still,  he himself believes.

Sleep—by William Helms

       In deepest night vaporous unrest  floats from far off misty rivers  and from strange forgotten lands.      Into my mind it wanders where it mixes and where it pools Never does it let me rest, so here I lie,  exhausted fool.

Happy Little Accidents—a short comedy by William Helms

  Happy Little Accidents. (Lights up.) (Interior: public school boys bathroom) Teddie Mark? You in there? Mark? Mark (weakly) Yeah… Teddie Why’d you text me to come here? I’m missing algebra. I'm really behind in that class. Mark No! No! Don’t go in the stall. Teddie   What? Mark Just… whatever you do don’t open the stall  Teddie What? Why? What’s happening? Mark I kinda… I um… Teddie What? Mark I kinda killed Chase. Teddie … Mark … Teddie HAHAHAHAHA oh.. Ha… Sure you did. Now seriously what do you want, I gotta go back to class. Hey, what’s that smell? … Mark? Mark Yeah? Teddie Mark. Did you ACTUALLY KILL CHASE? Mark Promise you're not mad? Teddie Mad? I— Well did you do it on– (Pukes violently) Did you KILL CHASE? Mark Only… Only a little bit.  Teddie What does that even mean? (We hear Chase retching and convulsing violently from within the stall) Mark Oh wait, hold on a...