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The “Oval”, as they enjoyed calling it, is an ethereal, wildly beautiful place. I had not imagined such a semblance of heaven while walking to the area. It seemed to be an uninteresting cove of overgrown, gargantuan trees that littered the grass with nondescript leaves, scattering the already disarrayed shades of green. As I walked closer with the hump of expensive supplemental learning fastened to my back, I huffed audibly at the almost deserted area. The rarity of calm in a school with a bulging enrollment rate intrigued me, so I stalked to a shady spot. Just like any other modern human, I completely ignored the scene before me.

Dom clutched the pistol with renewed strength, his hands turned crimson with his concentration. His target held his hands up in a mocking protection, the pseudo blockade broken by the individual, lazy cracking of his knuckles. “You’re the one who taught me how to use this, Elijah.” Dom’s fear weighted down on his emaciated, slightly shaking shoulders and his entire body seemed to quake with emotion. His raven thin hair broke off in confused angles and some rebels shattered the vision of his light hazel eyes. The shadow of a smile played on the premature indents of his mouth, but he forced his lips to form a resolute lin

“So, what’s the plan?” Demetri stood tall, cigarette held cautiously between long, pasty fingers. His exhausted demeanor, half encased in silhouette, almost matched the slouched height of his counterpart. Nathanial’s sapphire eyes gleamed through his darkened lids and he took a deep breath. “They won’t stop,” he stooped lower. “They refuse to give up.” “That’s not what I asked.” Demetri walked closer to Nathanial, coming to a wary stop barely an inch from his thin body. His golden eyes bore into the azure ones. Worry outlined his irises, brittle with a deadly glare. “What

        The rose petals were unceremoniously dumped into my lap. The flower girl squealed with laughter and yelled “YAY!!!” while skipping away. I glared at the back of her satin fitted dress with disdain. I hate weddings.        Colors whirled past me with zest, the dancing guests packed with merriment and smiles. And I just sat there, in all my stubborn glory.         The rose petals weren’t the smooth yet crisp curvatures that may have come to mind. I’m sure one may think that rose petals are surely a white small kiss from heaven, a small yet important anomaly that forms a universal icon of beauty. Forget that crap;

                When I was younger, I had always wished that I had an older brother. My friends, all infinitely jealous of my younger sister and her bright smile, thought I was losing my already dwindling sanity. Their older brothers were constantly represented as petty jerks in stories of household wars and mutiny. I didn't care of course. My dream brother was nothing like that. He was a heroic, brave, compassionate and caring soul that would do anything he possibly could for me.                Obviously, my parents couldn't possibly just spout out a fully-grown teenager child all of a sudden, so I had to substitute. In my eyes, the best m

    Nothing compares to the whizzing colors of a carnival. They cause a splattered palette of emotion and transfer you to a foreign planet of pure fun and exhilaration. This particular carnival, in the now booming town of Hinsdale, just arrived today. The town was bursting with excitement and giddiness as the gates to the event opened and released an array of delectable smells and electrifying sounds.     The visitors all seemed ecstatic except for a certain young man clutching to the hand of his younger sister, eyeing the whole episode with distaste.     “Jesus, there’s

  Tattered tortured tales   Surround a single home Total signs of abandonment    Tremble in the minds     Of scared villagers The cackling, coughing moans  Roam down the ominous hills What terrible, tenacious secrets          Could it possibly hold? They shutter at the possibilities,                Perhaps, The slaying of a seraphic spirit?   The serenity of a once populated home                                          Conquered by a sociopathic serial killer? The truth remains shrouded      Never to be unveiled                  Alas, What lonely soul would want to know anyway?

That incessant tapping   Fingers               Racing    To the next letter Forming the pointless word         Abbreviations:            Lol,             Lyl,            Ttyl,            Omg!     The meaning is lost    In that bright screen That fickle message   Sprints to the next being       In under three seconds,           Guaranteed That impersonal                          Piece Of connected machinery Shoots our thoughts to the empty Outer Space and              Ricochets off                    A satellite And hits the consciousness        Of your shallow friends

        “This place is a prison.”        Those were the first words I heard when I entered the ‘institution.’ She stood right in front of me for the first time in a whole year. At first I couldn’t even recognize her. She walked about in a drunk-like manner scaring me quite a bit. Her linen robe swayed along with her-the same robe they gave me. Samantha used to have a sweet sort of face. One with decorated high cheekbones and large, innocent turquoise eyes. Her body had been an athletic one, shaped to perfection with smoothed skin. I had though that she was the brightest women I ever met. Everything in her demean

I'm supposed to write a      figurative poem One,         that describes      a baby's first intake                of air to be like a wind sprinkled with          autumn leaves Or,          that asserts   that the human spectrum            of emotion   is a paint splattered wall      &