Uncertain.
To stray from the chosen path Is what I live to do. A chosen path, With chosen plans. I want to break the rules. I don’t know What’ll become of me, Who’s…
To stray from the chosen path Is what I live to do. A chosen path, With chosen plans. I want to break the rules. I don’t know What’ll become of me, Who’s…
All eyes were on the man as he scribbled in quick jerks over the whiteboard. He turned around and repeated the words slowly. “_Sometimes the most undesirable…
Thursday, April 2nd, 2:30pm. A rumpled-looking kid sitting in the middle of the room uneasily raises his hand. “Can you go over problem number thirteen on the…
He was always tinkering with things, working with his hands. That, in fact, was how we met, even thought I didn’t know him at the time. He was working in some…
The air in the classroom was stale and hot. Two dozen students were on their phones- texting or checking Facebook. Few were actually talking. None were paying…
“Welcome, students, to Mysteries of the World and Universe! From here on we’ll be calling it Mottwoo because I say so. In this class I will explain all the…
The circle in my mind is a large one that even I could fit in if I wanted to. But I can see it when I’m out of it too. I can also see a hand drawing a circle…
I bow into a decrepit gym or a respected dojo (depending on whether you’re shooting baskets or practicing karate). Bowing in bows out all the tensions and…
Elitist culture Is a selfish vulture Led astray of importance, Fed decay with every purchase, I’m sure as certain that they all were Siding behind the curtain…
My synopsis of the metropolis Was gorgeous and enormous-- Buzzing with bees and hornets, Rich folks and blokes who are homeless.
Mc Muffin still wants lessons? I can sleepwalk his expressions Off the steep stocks of great depressions He needs my permission to cheap talk-- His voice I…
*My Life in 25 Years* by Liz Jones Are you kidding? I’ll be dead well before then. Seriously.
In A-Block we were watching this really out-dated movie about teens and dating. I put my head down and was slowly drifting to sleep. “Camilia, Pay attention,”…
Gregory was the best at what he did. Hands down. If nothing else, he’d survived the longest of anyone from his training class: six years in the field after the…
I couldn’t figure out how he made his sunsets look so good. I glanced at my canvas--my sunset looked like a rainbow, all bands. If looked away quickly, I could…
I opened the door, feeling the fresh air blow in against me. The overwhelmingly loud sound of rain hitting the stone steps trickled into my consciousness and I…
It’s a foggy morning where you can very clearly see your breath. It’s cool but not freezing, in the right clothes it’s actually quite nice. The sky is clear…
I take a deep breath and open the car door. My mom is already walking up the front steps and I run slightly to catch her. She walks through the throng of kids…