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-The Wheatley School Literary Magazine-
VintageM a g a z i n e
2014/44thEdition
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The Wheatley School
11 Bacon RoadOld Westbury, New York 11568
Phone: 516-333-7789
Fax: 516-333-7458
www.ewsdonline.org
VintageA Literary/Art Magazine
The 44 Edition
2014
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For 44 years,Vintage, The Wheatley Schools literarymagazine, has given students a safe environment to explore thearts. I believe the arts encourage the development of higherorder thinking skills, benefitting all aspects of an education. Asa result, Vintagechampions and collects a variety of originalsubmissions from a myriad of students ranging grades 8-12.Although several themes persist throughout the magazine, eachpiece is decorated with its own unique, observant, and artisticoutlook.
The Vintagestaff embodies Wheatleys core principles andstrives to re-create them in printed form. Each member of theVintageteam serves a pivotal role in the success of thepublication. Being that the magazine is created with computersoftware, Vintagestaff are responsible for doing much of theirwork independently. The staff designs the layout of themagazine and conduct all of the behind-the-scenes business. Iam particularly impressed with the dedication and camaraderie
among the 44th edition staff.Like art, Vintagereflects the times. Throughout the years,
Vintagepublications have been decorated with graphics ofgrapevines. While these graphics are tradition, the increasingpopularity of graphic art has inspired Vintagestaff to design anew graphic system. These additions to the magazinedemonstrate our publications willingness to share all forms ofstudent art.
Keep an open eye for unusual and captivating short stories,fascinating prose poetry, and thought-provoking art. Themagazine boasts an original play, multi-medium artwork, andeven a poem dedicated to van Gogh. I hopes you enjoy
experiencing Vintageas much as I do.
- Michael Lituchy
Editors Note
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Table of Contents
Short Stories: Page
Sister Within a Coach/Samantha Palazzolo 10
Violet Blackwood-Backstory/Sienna Brancato 16The Price of a Dream/Madison DAmbrosio 25The Canyon Story/Michael Kokotos 35A Fiendish Plan/Emma Belson 49Chapter 1/Shannon Murphy 52A Slaves Best Friend/Jillian Baker 70Firsts/Hannah Mittman 75Imperfections/Farrah Siegler 81William Blackwood-Backstory/Rebecca Besada 102Dear Diary/Joy Bestourous 110The Gift/Chintan Datt 114I Noticed Her/Jordan Pollack 120
Merhamet/Ana Ainechi 124
Poetry:
Survival/Sienna Brancato 1Survived/Chintan Datt 4A Haiku/M.G.E. 5Frame/Joseph Jacob 12Violet Blackwood Epitaph/Andrew Zuckerman 13Dream House/Adeel Anwar 19Vincent/Nicole Cutinella 21Gender Roles, Social Norm/Shannon Murphy 27Paths/Erin OKelly 31I am/ Andrew Schloss 33Hallucination/Shani Hogan 45Untitled/Hebah Hassan 46A Haiku Dedicated to Romeo and Juliet/Jessie Cao 63Ignominy/Alex Boubour 66Becoming Me/Talia Rosen 72Monsters/M.G.E. 76Hope/Neil Shahdadpuri 79
My Murder/Jaclyn Mellone 99William Blackwood Epitaph/Rebecca Besada 101Because of my Color/Lauren Bennis 107Prepared for Me/Rachel McPhilliamy 117The Monarch/Shani Hogan 122Lost and Found/Talia Rosen 127
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Visual Art:
Self-Portrait/Samantha Siegler 3Untitled/Cara Mattioli 5Independence, A Self-Portrait/Heather Chau 11Neon Face/Priya Prasad 17Self-Portrait/Emily Giunta 18The Traveler/Zach Wolff 20The Movement of Nature/David Rosenzweig 23Still Life/Natalie Tabib 24Untitled/Brandon Rothstein 29Big Ben/Zach Wolff 30Flute Player/Andrew Zuckerman 34Day of the Dead Skull/Kurtis Bassmann 43Capricious Cranium/Heather Chau 44Untitled/Jen Dioguardi 45Wires/Uzayr Arif 50
The Little Things/Chloe Tso 51Medusa by Starlight Galaxy/Sufia Ainechi 62Untitled/Emily Giunta 64Untitled/Samantha Siegler 65Untitled/Samantha Siegler 68Torso/Kurtis Bassmann 69Snowflake/Andrew Zuckerman 73Flowers/Lauren Miceli 74King of the Jungle/David Rosenzweig 77Cat/Andrew Zuckerman 77Untitled/Kelsey Beresheim 78Fencer/Zach Wolff 80
Powder/Emily Giunta 83Smog/Kurtis Bassmann 95Untitled/Samantha Palazzolo 96Turn Away/Priya Prasad 97Untitled/Cloe Southard 98Untitled/Zach Wolff 104Forest/Lauren Miceli 105The Kraken/Uzayr Arif 108An Aesthetic Melody for Phil/Isabella DIorio 109Untitled/Danielle Wasserman 112Sunrise/David Ronsenzweig 113Another Me/Keziah Chung 115
Untitled/Samantha Siegler 116Untitled/Danielle Wasserman 118Untitled/Jordan Shaked 119The Hidden Beauty/Sufia Ainechi 121Radiance/Heather Chau 123
Play:Act One/Josh Dinetz 84
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Surviva l
One pink polka dotted backpack, three protein bars, the 4th
Harry Potter book(yes, its my favorite),
one berry blast juice box, and a floral patterned umbrella.
In other words, what survival means to an eight year old. I was
a very little girl on a very important mission,
filled with enough M&Ms and defiance to make up for the gaping
holes in my
thought process
As a right of passage, I decided to do what everyone stuck in
between
childhood and the mysterious kingdom of teenagerdom does,
and with illusions of grandeur, I was out of the house
before my mother could protest. I was
running away from home.
Long story short, I lasted around three hours.
In that time, I depleted 75% of my food supply and
basically ended up wandering aimlessly around my neighborhood,
the ill advised Harry Potter book becoming heavier
with every step. The culmination of my adventure came when
a deluge of biblical proportions rained down upon
the sun-dried streets of East Williston,and, of course, my gorgeous floral umbrella was
broken.
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Reminiscing about those times, it almost seems as though it
happened half a lifetime ago
Oh, wait. It did.
But now, survival means a little more than a
few protein bars and a dream.
These days we dream of hemming ourselves.
With confidence as fragile as a house of cards, we try
squeezing ourselves into the narrow constraints of beauty
that have been constructed for us to emulate,
the essence of ourselves lost in the process.
Is there a trigonometric ratio for perfection?
(If so, please contact me because that would be the only useful
thing Ill ever get out of that class.)
Did you know, a life sized Barbie constructed to scale would be
seven foot two and forced to walk on all fours, subservient and
obedient, because otherwise her ankles would snap like toothpicks?
The circumference of her waist would
equal that of her head because,if youre tiny over there, then its okay to be tiny up here
right?
Barbie would have a neck twice as long
and six inches thinner than the average woman, and
her miniature waist would only allow room for half a liver and
a few inches of intestine.What is this monstrous creation we epitomize as the ideal of
beauty?
When I take a step back and think of
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all the women in my life: my mom,my neighbors, my friends, my grandma,my aunts, my cousins, I realize that
all of them are exquisitely beautiful,and not a single one resembles a Barbie doll.This is what helped me realizethat when unrealistic and impossible expectations are set for me,I dont have to bend over backwardstrying to reach them.Im surviving just fine on my own.
- Sienna Brancato
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Survived
As you walk through a graveyard of dead dreams
Reading the unwritten stones of your future
You see him standing in the darkWaiting for you to join himHolding your heart in his hand
You slip into the slithery windLetting the memories seep outWanting him to see your victory
The nave child you once wereStands by your sacrificed memoriesWaving goodbye to what you've become
The dark cries out a song
Sung by past souls starting a beginningWishing you a strong journey
He's still standing in the darkIlluminating it with a smileOffering your innocence back to you
You tell him to hold onto itWalking away as he frownsFinally escaping the man named Childhood
- Chintan Datt
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A H a i k u
The sun, moon, and stars
Are nothing but specks of dust
Compared to your eyes.
(m.g.e.)
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I was in seventh grade when I first started playing Varsity Field Hockey. Iloved the sport! Before playing field hockey, I played ice and roller hockey,so this sport came naturally to me. Since I began playing, Ive won Allstar
Athlete and All Conference awards twice. Since I was so young when Ibegan, I developed a special relationship with my coaches. Both coaches,
Adamski and DePalma, play a big role in my life. DePalma and I have aspecial bond, and she is my role model. She helps me with my skills on thefield and in life. When she tells me to do something, I dont always want tolisten, but I know its best for me. DePalma gives me tough love by pushingme to do my best and always looking out for me. On October 16, 2013, I
was involved in a horrible accident, and I wouldnt have wanted anyone else
but DePalma to calm me down. Without her on the field with me the dayof the accident, I would have been even more of a mess. Since DePalmaknows me so well, she knew the right things to say and do in order to calmme down. My trust in her was a huge factor in calming me down. This isone memory I will never forget; it is now carved into my brain.
The day the accident happened, we, The Wheatley School, were playingLocust Valley. Locust Valley is a very tough and aggressive team. A lot ofteams seem to pick on me, since Im one of the better players on the team.
To other teams, Im like the green Skittle that no one likes.Before the game even started, I knew that it was going to be a violent
one. Last year when we played Locust Valley, a hard drive came up and hitone of our players in the nose. A drive is somewhat like a golf drive, butyou are not allowed to raise the stick higher than your waist. She ended upshattering her nose, and there was blood everywhere.
This year, when we were warming up, players seemed to remember thisaccident, and soon they became very scared. As captain of the team, I
knew I needed to show my teammates that I wasnt afraid. I told everyone, That was last year, and it was a freak accident. You need to forget aboutthat and go into this game with confidence, and play hard. I felt like Ihelped lift my teammates spirits, and we were now ready for game time.
The game began, and it was already going badly. Both our players andour coaches were getting mad because there were many high sticks from
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the other team that werent getting called. I knew I had to take a stand. Ipolitely went up to one of the officials and said, Could you please watchthe high sticks on the other team? Its getting to the point where it is verydangerous, and someone is going to seriously get hurt. She just shook me
off and blew the whistle to resume playing. She didnt even say a word backto me, which I thought was very rude. A player on our team, Perri, wasupset about that. She exclaimed, Sami, yell at them! Youre the captain.Tell them! Its getting ridiculous. She started to freak out. She came rightup in my face and was screaming at me.
Then I said to her, Perri, dont worry about it. When someone gets hitin the face, it will be the officials problem because they dont seem likethey want to call anything today.
After I made that comment, I continued playing the game. Locust Valleyhad a free hit. A free hit is when a foul occurs on a player, and the oppositeteam usually takes a shot from the spot on the field where the penalty tookplace. The player on Locust Valley wound up like she was Tiger Woodsdriving a golf ball. I knew this wasnt going to end well, but I had no timeto react. The ball came flying at me, and it hit me square in the mouth.Everyone heard it; it sounded like the crack of a bat making contact with aball. The force of the ball was so strong that my mouthpiece went flying
out of my mouth like a torpedo. I remember seeing a river of bloodcoming out of my mouth, and I fell straight to the ground. You could hearthe sound of my screams from the soccer field. I closed my eyes andstarted praying that I was alive and that my teeth were still in. The nextthing I knew I saw my coaches, the athletic trainer and director, and mymom running over to me. I could tell everyone was in a panic and scaredby the amount of blood that was on my face and on the ground. They alltried to play it cool, but I knew what was going on. It was bad. I startedscreaming at the girl, Im going to kill you!
The athletic director told me, Sami, you need to stop telling the girlyou are going to kill her and worry about yourself.
I was so mad. After they stuffed my mouth with gauze, I was broughtover to the utility car. My parents and the trainer were talking about whatthey were going to do next. It was just DePalma and me sitting in the car. I
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looked her straight in the eye and said, Tell me the truth. Are my teeth stillin? Are they still perfect? Is it that bad?
DePalma then said, Sam, I need you to stop crying, take a deep breath,and trust me. Your teeth are still in. You will be fine. I promise they will befine, and you need to trust me. She put her arm around me, and I knew atthat very moment I needed to trust her.
As this was going on, my parents and the trainer decided that we shouldcall the ambulance because it was an injury to the head, and my lip wasswelling up out to the moon. Blood was still pouring out of my mouth. Iasked DePalma if she wouldnt mind coming in the ambulance with me.Both my mom and I were in no condition to be riding alone, since mymom was still in shock. Of course she said yes, without a doubt she would
come. Having her and my mom in the ambulance gave me a feeling ofcomfort. The EMT was trying to make me feel better on the car ride, buthe was just awkward and made things worse. He asked me, Is your lipswollen, or is that its natural size?
I just got hit in the mouth with a field hockey ball. Yes, it is swollen, Isaid. Meanwhile my lip was bigger than ever.
He then said Oh, I thought your lip was actually that size, you know?Since this is the East Williston District, with Botox and everything.
We all were in shock after we heard this. We all were thinking the samething, Just get us to the hospital! We finally arrived at the hospital. Thedriver apparently decided to take the scenic route, so it took a lot longerthan it should have. I was taken off the stretcher and brought to a hospitalbed. Hospitals give me an uneasy feeling, though one would think Id beused to them due to all my sports-related injuries. But I had my parents andDePalma to calm me down once again. Shortly before I had my CAT scantaken, my dad took DePalma back to Wheatley. I told her a million times
that I greatly appreciated her coming with me. The nurse then took me toget my CAT scan done. I thought it was going to hurt, but it was done inseconds. My parents and I had to wait patiently for the results. The resultstook forever because the ER doctor was trying to call other doctors for asecond opinion, but no one was answering. A few hours later, we finallyreceived the results. I had broken my nasal spine. I was so upset when I
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heard the news. The doctor told us that we would have to visit an oralsurgeon due to my teeth looking like a jigsaw puzzle.
When I was sent home from the hospital later that night, I went straightto bed hoping that I would wake up to find that this had all be a baddream. I was wrong; it was now my reality. I needed to face the facts. WhenI woke up, we went straight to the orthodontist to see what he thought ofmy teeth. He was very upset to see my perfect teeth looking not-so-perfectanymore. My orthodontist, Dr. Lucarelli, told me that by the end of theprocess, he was sure that he could get my teeth back looking good as new.Dr. Lucarelli then sent us to an oral surgeon. Going to the oral surgeonscared me because I was afraid to see what he was going to say. He told myparents and me that he would need to rearrange my mouth by pulling my
two front teeth forward and up. This plan would require surgery and mebeing drugged. It was a lot for my family and me to take in all at once, butwe knew it had to be done. To make sure that everything this oral surgeonwas doing was right, we headed back to my orthodontist to consult withhim. Dr. Lucarelli then sent us to another oral surgeon for a secondopinion. This oral surgeon, Dr. Keene, said the exact same thing as the firstsurgeon. The only difference was Dr. Keene gave me a feeling of comfort;I was no longer scared.
I still was a little nervous about getting surgery done, but I thought of atime when I was nervous and DePalma helped to calm me down. Let meset the scene for you. It was just like any other game, me sprinting up anddown the field while the rest of the team was walking and being lazy. Thescore was only 1-0, so we actually had a chance of winning. On one of mybreakaways, I took a shot, and the goalie sat on the ball. When the ball iscovered by the goalie, a penalty occurs, resulting in a penalty stroke. It wasnow just the goalie and me, one-on-one. I was so nervous. DePalma pulledme aside right before it was time to take my penalty shot. She said, Listen
Sam, I know youre nervous, and you have every right to be. You have beenworking your butt off this whole game, and I know you dont want to ruinit now. But just think about all the other challenging things that you havedone; hitting home-runs over the fence, being on many varsity teams at ayoung age, and much more. You did all these things with no problem, sothere is not a doubt in my mind that you will be able to smash that ball past
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the goalie. I need you to believe in yourself. After DePalma said this, Ihugged her and ran right onto the field. I said a quick prayer and then tookmy shot. Those quick seconds between me hitting the ball and the ballreaching the goal seemed like forever. GOAL! Everyone started cheering,
and I jumped up and down. I gave DePalma a smile, so she knew I wasthanking her. She gave me a smile back. Thinking about this amazingmoment when I overcame my fear then made me realize that I can doanything. No matter how nervous I am, I will always be stronger than myfears. Now, it was showtime. I was ready for surgery, and I wasnt nervous...Not one single bit.
Within a half an hour, I was all drugged up and out cold. I didnt feel athing. Dr. Keene did an amazing job, and there is no other doctor that I
wouldve preferred to operate on me. When I woke up, I was still drugged,and I was a little out of it. I couldnt feel my mouth and only tasted blood,yum! It wasnt until later that I realized I had train tracks on my teeth. Ithought I was done with braces in the seventh grade, but I guess they wereback on. That night was a long night of throwing up due to the drugs, butthe next day I began feeling better.
I am now on my way to recovery, going to different doctors every week.It is not easy having all this stuff done to me, but somehow I still manage
to continue to smile. The liquid diet and the medication arent easy to dealwith, but I make sure I continue with it so that I can get better. Thisaccident made me realize that every moment I am with DePalma, whetherits her yelling at me or helping me out, she is always teaching me lifelessons. I learned a lot from this horrible experience, but one thing I willalways remember is that you need to believe in those you trust. WithoutDePalma there with me that day, I dont know what I would have done. Shecontinued to check in on me all the time to make sure I was doing ok.There was not a second that I did not believe in what she said. Not only
did DePalma act like a coach that day, she acted like my sister, too. She willalways hold a special place in my heart
- Samantha Palazzolo
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F ra m e
A carcass of the past,
cosmic within,fails to show its pith.
Its lacquered cage shines,
transparent barrier glistenstrivial.
Nomadic in nature,
memories grace the domes
in its locus, but
are only able to leave
ephemeral marks.
Rooted to the surface,
it teemed with life
but harbored by isolation.
Time was lost,
recall suffered.
Incomplete in presence,
joint when mended.
It occupies its shell,
no longer forgotten,
supported by its cage.
Joseph Jacob
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Viole t Blackwood - Epitaph
I was closest to my mother:
Physically.We did housework side by side, in our house, not a home.
I was closest to my father:
Emotionally.
He held me tight, one of his strongest handshakes.
But, my father was away most of the time,
And my distant mother was distant from my heart.
And the little warmth I could feel during the day came from the
reading of
great English poets and composers.
Their sonnets and songs.
Their metres and syllables.
Thomas Wyatt, Nicholas Grimald, Thomas Nashe,Robert Southwell, Thomas Campion, Richard Tottel,
William Byrd, William Shakespeare, Walter Raleigh.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
- William Shakespeare
When my father was at work, those men replaced him,
But they could not replace him permanently. He would always be
my father, eternally.
One morning, though, when I awoke, my father was gone.
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Like the dew.
Like the darkness.
Gone.
How could he leave me?
He knows I loved him.
I know I loved him.
He left me with nothing but a snowman.
Was that sculpture a farewell, a goodbye?
Whatever it was meant to be, I hugged it for hours; I wouldnt let
go.
I absorbed the care. I absorbed the cold.
I contracted pneumonia, which finished me cold.
- Andrew Zuckerman
Viol e t B la ckwood - Backs to r y
My name was Violet Blackwood, the young daughter of William and
Constance Blackwood. My life was severed too quickly. Id say I had a pretty
generic childhood, filled with the usual petty problems. My father was never
around, and my mother was always distant and awkward. Our house never
felt like a home; there was too much silence. I attempted to fill the frequent
pauses with poetry and literature. Quotes from famous authors substitutedparental advice. My only source of warmth was provided by fleeting visits from
my father. I used this sacred time to confide in him and share new discoveries.
He always listened attentively, something that could never be said for my
mother, who always seemed as though she was off visiting distant universes
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that only existed in the complex realm of her mind. My father taught me to
read by quoting Shakespeare, and from there on out, I taught myself.
Anything to pass the time. I became enchanted with the complexity and beauty
of the English language. I suspect my mother was beautiful once, but her eyescontained too much emptiness. There was life in my fathers eyes. It burned out
swiftly and premature as though snuffed.
I was looking forward immensely to my fathers upcoming time off
from work, since it held the promise of Shakespeare and companionship.
When he finally did come home, I found the harried expression that marred
his features odd and disconcerting; something was wrong. I had never seen my
father anxious before. I decided to ignore it as though it was imagined and
attempted to enjoy my time with him in spite of it. However, the issue became
difficult to ignore. Hed drop out of a conversation at a completely random
place and then act confused, as if he didnt even realize how hed gotten to be
sitting next to me. That night, as I drifted off to sleep, I felt an ominous chill
to the air, almost frosty. I woke with a start, the sound of a door closing fresh
in my mind. After peeking into my parents bedroom, I noticed that my father
had disappeared. I decided to go out and look for him. Met with a ferociouswinter chill the moment I ventured outside, I found it difficult to persevere. My
love for my father coupled with my desperation seemed to battle the cold. I felt
an unexplainable pull towards the town square. When I arrived there, all I
found was a stoic frozen statue in the middle of the street. Something clicked in
my mind. I would never see my father again. Overcome with grief, I flung my
skinny arms with surprising strength around the neck of the statuesque
sculpture I suddenly viewed as a work of art. I stood there for heaven knowshow long. The sun began to peek over the horizon, and I vaguely sensed a
crowd gathering behind me, craning to get a looka circus spectacle was all I
became. Tears clouded my vision, but I heard my mothers call, surprisingly
loud and distinct. I finally released him, a melted mess. As I spun around, I
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was hit with a wave of fatigue and dizziness. I felt very weak. I half-dragged
myself back to our home and stumbled into bed immediately. I lay there,
unmoving, for almost three days. In that time, my mother underwent a grueling
trial for both the murder of my father and the sin of witchcraft. My mother, amurderer? That was the one thing I was certain she was incapable of. There
was no way that a frail, meek woman like her would have the strength
required to do something that unthinkable. I was sure shed be acquitted.
When she wasnt, I felt a sinking sense of dread. She would surely be put to
death! I ignored the pounding in my head and raced from the confines of my
bedroom to the lake. I knew theyd take her there. Struggling to catch my
breath, a horrible coughing fit overtook me. Through watering eyes, I glimpsed
my mother being dropped like an anchor, as though her life had no more
meaning than an inanimate piece of stone. There was no struggle. Unlike my
mother, I fought my demise with all the strength I possessed. Four days later, I
died of pneumonia.
- Sienna Brancato
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Self-Portrait/Emily Giunta
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Dream House
The sweet smelling, welcoming flowers,
As if theyre on a canvas, with varieties of watercolors,
they all lean on my house.
My red brick, cement house.
The trees with their branches,
dance.
And their leaves show, like stipples of emerald green paint.
My beloved natural skyscrapers of Earth.
With might,
I close my hand around the golden handle.
And I push open
my brown, wooden door.
And then, I can see,
the little, cheerful, chocolate colored eyedhair combed to the side,
treasured children.
I release the pressure,
of my black, heavyweight bag.
And
My shoulders exhale.
As the sun falls asleep,
a scene of hot colors appear,
with a mixture of chalk and oil pastels, all gallantly brushed
together with a cotton swab.
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My wife, silky, straight, smooth haired stands beside me.
- Adeel Anwar
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Vincent
And sometimes there is relief,sometimes there is new inner energy,and one stands up after it;till at last, someday, one perhaps doesn't stand up any moreVincent van Gogh.
I would go to bed each night empty.I would close my eyes,fatigued from the constant rush,from a swollen day of work.But it was only so brieflybefore the colors would start again,crashing and then receding.Alwaysfilling up my mind.
Even in the darkness I could see themswimming, ceaselessly.
In the morning I awake turgidAnd I had no choice but to paint,Or I would burst open.The only escape was through my undulating brush
The colors cascaded out of me,Muted blues cool like ice waterShining yellows warm like tea,splashing frantically onto canvas,I would paint until the color drained
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from my face, from my mindand was absorbed to form sunflowers and night skies.Until I was tapped dry,
And I would collapse into bed, empty.I would close my eyesSo exhausted I felt I would never stand again.Then did relief come.Oh, but only so brieflyBefore they started again.During the night, the colors would replenishAnd, by morning, I'd be brimming and saturated.Always.Threatening to drown me.Maybe one day I will let them.
- Nicole Cutinella
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The Movement of Nature/David Rosenzweig
Jumping across the floodplain, a red lechwe can escape nearly anything.
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She stares at the mindless, unimportant document resting
on her desk within her three-walled cubicle. The words start toblend together, and her focus on the matter at hand begins to fade.As she sits there trying to pull herself together before she leavesfor the end of the seemingly endless workday, her mind begins todrift. She begins to recall the memory of an event that occurredlong ago yet seems so familiar. As the flashback evolves in her mind, she watches her teenageself on the cusp of her future. At eighteen, the beautiful andbrilliant girl was at a crossroads, forced to choose which path totake to begin the rest of her life. Her two college acceptance letterslaid in front of her, one pushing her to become a teacher and onetrying to convince her to go to law school. All her life, she haddreamed of becoming a teacher. If she had the opportunity tohelp kids every day fulfill their greatest potentials and see theirfaces light up when they understand a new topic, she would be
happy. But the daunting pile of bills forming on the corner of herkitchen table made her choose another path, one that would makeher more money than she could have ever made being a teacher.As she listed the pros and cons of each career over the finalmonths of her senior year of high school, the sulky look she sawtoo often on her mother's face when she couldn't pay the bills atthe end of the month made the young girl choose the undesirable
path in order to avoid the same fate. So, as she went on to lawschool to pursue a career as a lawyer, she wondered often what herlife would have been like, who she would have been, and what herfuture would have held if she had chosen the other path.
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As the flashback came to an end, she couldn't help butwonder what her life had come to. How did she get here? How didher life become so full of what-ifs? She tried to shake off this
feeling the way she had done a thousand times over the years.However, this time, she couldn't seem to get rid of it, the feelingthat she was destined for so much more than sitting at thisclaustrophobic cubicle for ten hours a day.
Five years later, we see a whole new woman. A woman whowalks around with a smile every day. Every time she walks into hersecond-grade class and is greeted with the smiles of twenty-twoshining children, she realizes all over again that she has found herpurpose in life. She no longer spends her nights dreading work inthe morning, rather she faces each day with excitement andpassion. She finally feels that her life is meaningful, and no dollaramount could have ever made her feel this way. In terms of herlife, being a lawyer was expensive, and following her dream waspriceless.
- Madison D'Ambrosio
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Gender Roles, Socia l Norm
Halloween, twenty-thirteen,
Children leaping around
The leaf-littered sidewalk
Hyped up on sugar and adrenaline
Superman waddles to my door
Alongside Princess Jasmine;
This has been the days routine,
Giving out candy, handing out compliments.
One child caught my eye,
Equipped in a shimmering,
Pink dress, he must have
Been around six years old.
His blue eyes glimmered
With pride, reflecting off
The silver chain slung
Around his neck.
Its astounding to seeThis boy, so brave,
Dressed like a princess
When the world is shouting,
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Youre a boy! Be a ninja!
A prince! Youre not a princess!
Hes so little, a tinySkeleton rests beneath
His costumeunaware of
Gender roles, or the
Social Norm.
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Paths
To start down a path with utter confidencethat you won't falter or trip or stumbleis foolish, impractical, naive.Admirable.I am sick with the affliction of Orpheus,a curse of determination, regret,and looking back.To begin a journey on uncharted watersBurning maps and dismantling compasses before hauling offLost at sea with no life raft and no one to blame but yourself.I'm afraid.Not of being lost at sea,but of stranding myself.Turning down a dead-end, one-way streetNo U-turns allowed
No change of heart, no take-backs.I'm afraid.That my only choice will be to walk the plankAnd hope I've learned to swim with my hands tied behindmy backAnd weights bound to my anklesBy the time I hit the water.
- Erin OKelly
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I am
When will my reflection show,
Who--- am I?It is not who I see in my 9 by 5 pixelated mirror,
Or how others view me through the dimly lit halls.
Inside past the veins and arteries,
Who I am:
A soul with no meaning?
NO! A life worth living!
Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red,
and sometimes a carefully mixed pigment of
The indecisive, fair-weather palette
of a confused painter.
Oh full soul,
Who am I?A unique and altered image
Spied from one side the same yet inside very variable
Is it the trademark brown hair?
Or the omnipresent smile,
With deep dimples and size-13 suede shoes,
Towering over the unsuspecting?
Or the petulant creator,
Who trashes every iteration,
With the recurring frown,
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And some days doesn't feel so tall after all?
Who am I?
I am ME.And ME is not a mirror's screen.I am the covered truth.
I am.A passion for the peculiar,I am an altered view of the world,I am of everything that isn't quite something.I am the internal truth within external lies.
I am:
A- aspirationN- nonsenseD- direction
R- radianceE- essence andW- wonder
- Andrew Schloss
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The Canyon Stor y
Often I am reminded of these hills. I remember growinghere as a child. I would roam these vast hills day and night. I
remember meeting its inhabitants. I learned to run from the fox, to
swim from the fish, to climb from the raccoon, and I learned to
fight from the Bear. I remember my entire childhood. I remember
when the great sickness came, and when most of our people were
dying, I stood firm. I remember when I came of age at the most
important ritual in our society, if only it had lived for you to see it.
There was feasting, dancing, and singing as we were sent off on
our own into the woods. It was then, with nothing but a knife with
my name engraved upon it, that we were sent into the woods. We
were told that we had to support ourselves until the Maker came to
us. It was said that he would provide us with a vision where he
would reveal to us what our purpose was. With this knowledge, I
set out into the forest in order to find my purpose. I wandered
many days and many nights. I used the skills I had learned to my
advantage to gain the upper hand in feeding myself while I waited
for the Maker to come to me. It went on for a long time. I could
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feel myself slipping away, giving in to despairing thoughts that the
Maker was not real, that he would never come, that I would be
forced to wander this forest until the end of my days. It was onlythen that he came, like a breath of fresh air to starved lungs; he
came carrying me to salvation. He showed me a mountain. But this
was no ordinary mountain, dear child, this was The Lonely
Mountain. Called this because of its vast height, it dwarfed
everything around it.
The Maker told me that I was to climb the Mountain, and that
my purpose would be revealed to me only when I reached the top.
And now that I knew the Maker had not abandoned me, that I was
still worthy to bathe in his great light. I felt a sensation of extreme
relief as if I had been unknowingly carrying around an object of
great weight. A weight that, once released, disappeared from this
world to be replaced with strength, the strength to find my way
and achieve the goals that the Maker had set for me. And so I set
forth, journeying day and night until I reached the Lonely
Mountain. It took a long time, and there were many hardships. The
animals that surrounded the area were incredibly violent. Unlike at
camp, where we were the natural predators, here we were the prey.
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I could only sleep for a few hours at best. And I was forced to
conceal myself so no animals could find me. It was a journey that
you should most definitely never attempt, my dear. Because if itwere not for the most incredible of miracles and a very large
amount of luck, I would have died on that mountain. Now while
the Mountain was most definitely home to dangerous beasts, much
to my surprise, there was also civilization there.
They were an incredible people, and I wish I had spent more
time among them. You see, on this mountain, after going up about
halfway, there was snow everywhere. I have difficulty finding
reason for this as the mountain is surrounded by warm forest and
desert on its sides. The reason I feel the need to tell you this is
because of the people I met that lived inside this frozen wasteland.
They lived in buildings made out of carved ice. It is a sight that is
truly incredible to behold. I saw the workers carrying the blocks
they used to build the houses. They showed me a frozen waterfall.
There were long blocks of Ice that formed spikes. This went down
the side of the cliff, which, much like the rest of the mountain, is
covered in snow and ice. I met with the leader of the locals. He
was a small man, a thinker, not a warrior like our people were. I
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explained to him my goal to journey to the top of the mountain
and find out my purpose from The Maker. It was then that
something most unexpected happened. The man laughed. Helaughed, and laughed, and kept on laughing. I could feel my anger
rising, an urge to silence this man who had insulted me so. A man
who thought that my quest to find my purpose from The Maker,
the creator of all who had shaped the world in all its glory, was
funny. I then had a realization, a realization that this man who had
just laughed at the Maker and spit in the face of our culture, this
man was also the man who had healed my broken body, saved me
from the danger of starvation, and kept me alive even when he
had no reason to do so.
What was wrong with me that I was willing and wanting to kill
someone who had saved my life? I left the village without another
word. I returned my sights to the top of the mountain. I had
recovered from my time spent at the village. With renewed
strength, I resumed my ascent of the mountain. It was by far the
most dangerous part of my journey. The top of the mountain was
covered in wolves. Not wolves like the ones that we live near.
These wolves were snow white and masters at blending in with
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their surroundings. This made the wolves the most dangerous
animals on the mountain. My ability to traverse land went through
a drastic decrease. I was forced to examine every aspect of mysurroundings in order to prevent an ambush. And even then, I was
taken by surprise more than once.
The last time was when something significant happened. The
attacks were vicious, and my strength had long since been lost due
to blood loss and sleep deprivation. This was when I met her. She
was a warrior unlike any other. I was lying down in the snow,
bleeding everywhere, and waiting for the wolves to finish me off.
She fought with the speed of the wind, attacking one wolf with a
spear. Quickly removing the blade and plunging it into another
wolf, she fought with skill that the mightiest of warriors could only
hope to match. My vision was going, and I could barely remain
conscious. The last thing I remembered before passing out was her
face. Her face was covered in the blood of wolves. I remember she
told me to relax and that she would keep me safe until I recovered.
When I woke up, I was no longer bleeding. My wound had been
bandaged and treated. My clothes had been changed as well.
Before, I was wearing my warrior skins from our tribe, but now I
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was wearing the clothes of the Ice People. I was lying in some sort
of makeshift shelter. I could feel a fire burning before I saw it. The
walls looked like a cave, and I could smell rotting carcasses. It wasclear to me that my savior from earlier must have brought me here.
And judging by the smell, she had probably killed the original
occupants as well. It was then, as I was thinking of her, that the
woman who had saved me returned to tent. She was carrying her
spear, which had been freshly cleaned and was reflecting light off
the snow. She noticed my return to consciousness and told me to
relax. She told me that my wounds were more severe than I had
originally realized, and I was at risk of tearing them if I pushed
myself too hard. When I asked her who she was, she laughed. I
knew she was from the village of the Ice People based on the
bright blue and white clothing she wore. But I didnt know why she
was here. The people at the village told me that they did not
venture this far up the mountain, as it was foolhardy and suicidal if
not done with a large enough group. I wished I had listened when
they told me. She laughed again. She had the most amazing laugh.
Her laugh managed to feel slightly condescending while still not
overly aggressive. She told me that she followed me up the
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mountain. She claimed to find me curious, and she told me that
there had not been a visitor to the Lonely Mountain for
generations. I was unique, and she wanted to study me. I told herthat I needed to make it to the top of the mountain. She laughed
at me again. She quickly responded by telling me that no one had
ever been to the top of the mountain. I told her of The Maker and
how he had sent me there in order to find my purpose. This
caught her attention. Apparently there were old superstitions of a
God who lived at the top of the mountain. She also told me that it
was time to leave. When I questioned her, I was given a bemused
answer. Her exact words were, and I quote, We dont want to keep
your Maker waiting then, do we?
I smiled. It was something I hadnt done in a long time. The rest of
the journey was easier. Now that the wolves were no longer after
me and I had another hand to help carry all the supplies, I was able
to reach the peak of the mountain. When I got there, I sat. I didnt
see any Gods, but what I did see was something far more
impressive. I saw the Ice People. From the top of the mountain,
you had a clear view of their entire civilization, from where they
fished to where they ate, and then I realized my purpose. I was to
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stay with the Ice People, and I was to show them the gift of The
Maker. And so that is what we did, and that is why we are here
now. Looking over this cliff and staring at our civilization.
- Michael Kokotos
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Hallucination
The brain drained, I staggered on the streets hollow-eyed at
midnight wondering where to go. No angels. My brilliant eyesdestroyed, the light now lonely.
- Shani Hogan
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1.spilled ink on the pagetearing holes in the rigid paper as you try to eraselooking at the next blank spothoping not to make the same mistakesthe past is forever etched into itprobing will only cause further damage
2.taking a deep breath in
oxygen filling my lungstaking a leap of faithhope filling my soulfirst step forwarddarkness blinding mefallingfalling
fallingreaching the unwelcoming groundonly to brush off the dusttaking a deep breath in
3.spine frowningarms slouched by your sidessmile plastered onhesitantly stepping forward into the worldhidden beneath skin that isn't yoursheart beating furiouslytrying to escape from the chains
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and be free
4.
eyes burningheart racing
muscles tensing
soul failing
hope fading
waiting patiently
faith trembling
knees stumbling
this
is
it
- Hebah Hassan
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A Fiendish Plan
Rosabell knew her hostess, Lady Thompson, was trying to
ameliorate her son and her courtship, but had recently discovered
that he dissembled himself just to get her money, not for her wit
and beauty as he had originally said. This made her want to throw
propriety out the window and seek revenge. Maybe she would
make a deal with one of the hidden alley fiends. Shed have them
use their fetish for evil spells to curse Henrik Thompson so that hecould never have an heir or heiress. Sitting in the Thompsons
parlor drinking tea, Rosabells mind was quickly formulating a
scheme that would allow her to meet with a fiend. First, her best
friend, Natasha Maxwell, would come secretly to her house and
switch school dresses with her. This would fool her math and
history teachers who were both half blind and deaf. Pretending tobe Natasha, she would walk through the smoky shadows that
smelled almost as though they were made of gloom, pain, and
misery incarnated. Arriving at the slimy, brick side streets of the
slums, Rosabell would channel her hidden, vindictive thoughts and
ask the fiend instead for information that she could use as a
calumny to ruin Henrik. This, Rosabell thought, was a fool-proof
plan.
Two Days Later
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Rosabell stood facing the corner of her suite, trying to
make herself look like she was in penitence. Lady Wilkson, her
mother, was ranting on about how wrong it was that she had tried
to use guile and create a paradox by switching places with Natasha.
Rosabell counted in her head to sixty. Then, she tried to propitiate
her mother and get a slight reprieve, just enough for her mother to
forgive her, by saying, I am sorry Mother. Let me purge myself of
my sins at church this afternoon. Let me go to church as soon as
the carriage is ready, so I can immerse myself in theology. I will
never make another grievance such as this! Lady Wilkson stoppedher rapid pacing and gave an almost imperceptible hug to let
Rosabell know that this was a good plan. Lady Wilkson knew in
her innermost mind that her inculcating had not gotten through to
her youngest daughter. She knew that, one day, Rosabells feelings
of abomination toward people who had supposedly wronged her
would get her into trouble, but there was little she could do. Shewould keep trying to explain to Rosabell that it is an iniquity for
people to wrong her.
For that is all she could do, in the end, short of locking her
away in a tower.
- Emma Belson
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C h a p t e r 1
A loud beeping noise came from the hallway outside Kristen
Marcades room, startling her awake. Her eyes went wide when she
saw the flames that devoured her light green curtains, walls, and
wooden furniture, lighting up the room in the middle of the night.
Kristen flung herself out of her bed, which was about to catch
fire. The bookshelves that lined two of the four walls were slowly
crumbling to ashes. All her books, memories, and the pictures thatshe won awards for were no more. Everything, gone.
Glass shards broke away from the window, falling by Kristens feet.
When she tried to scream, smoke filled her lungs and prevented
any noise from coming out. She knew there was something she
had to do, that there was a safe way to get out of the burninghouse but failed to think of it. In a state of panic, she ran out of
her room, gripping the hot doorknob and searing the skin of her
palm. On her way out, she grabbed the camera that rested on her
nightstand. Kristen knew that she wouldn't have all her old
memories, but she could make new ones.
When the door opened, Kristen was blasted with even more heat
and saw that the hallway was engulfed in flames. Her mothers
room was just a few steps away, but the fire did not allow her to
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get there. Intimidating flames claimed the walls, dancing up the
sides, giving Kristen the feeling of being mocked. If the flames
had voices, she knew theyd be laughing at her, hounding her with
the question of why she wasnt turning around to run out of the
house.
The only thing on Kristens mind besides getting out was getting to
her mom. Her dad was never really in the picture, and she barely
remembered anything about him. Although everyone who knew
him claims that that's where Kristen got her hazel eyes from, her
brown hair was from her mother. All Kristen knew was that after
Peter turned two years old, when Kristen was five, their father left
them for good. Since they lost Peter three years prior to cancer, it
had been just Kristen and her mom. They were all the other had
left, and she was not going to let her mother go. Just the weekendbefore, they had finished visiting schools for Kristen to attend for
her Masters degree. And, after a long discussion, they finally
decided that Kristen would stay back for a few years, earn some
money from her photos, and then go back to grad school. It wasnt
the right time for either of them.
So Kristen fought against her lungs and her common sense and
ran through the flames to her mother's room. The tips of the
flames tried to grab onto her clothes but were, luckily, just out of
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reach. The door to her mothers room was open, and Kristen
could see even more red-hot light coming from inside.
"Mom!" she shouted, getting more smoke in her lungs. The entireroom was in flames, mirroring Kristens. Even her mother's queen-
sized bed was ablaze. There was a different smell than the fire in
the rest of the house, something distinct. It was too late to save
her mother, if she was still inside.Maybe, Kristen thought, maybe she
got out and didnt have time to get me. Maybe she's waiting outside for me.
Although part of her doubted it, she hoped that her mom was able
to get out.
The ceiling in the hallway collapsed in on itself, blocking the
doorway, leaving the window as Kristens only escape route. It
started to become harder to breathe, and her vision blurred. Only
now had she begun to feel her skin burning, the pain too intense
to keep her moving. Everything slowed down, and Kristen fell to
the floor, surrounded by flames. She was struggling to keep her
eyes open and her mind going, but she fought as hard as she could.
It was easier to breathe once Kristen was on the floor. In attempt
to crawl to the window, she began thinking about jumping. The
room was on the second floor of the house, so it wouldve been a
fifteen foot fall. So, I could either die in the house, she thought, or outside
on the lawn.
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There were sirens coming from outside. They slowly became
louder and louder, ringing inside the walls of Kristens skull.
People were coming, someone could save her. Kristen tried
shouting for help, but her throat burned whenever she tried to
breathe. Flames kept coming closer to her body. Why would I want to
survive when Id be on my own?Thoughts flew through Kristens mind.
The fire was inches from her skin; she could hear the sizzle as it
climbed up her hair. There was no way, Kristen thought, that
someone would get to her before the flames claimed hercompletely. Her last thought before she fell unconscious was, this is
it. I'm dying.
The fluorescent lights inside the ambulance hurt Kristens eyes
when she woke up. Her head was throbbing, her skin was stinging,
and her mouth was dry. A groan rose from Kristens throat; herentire being ached, and she just wanted to numb her pain away.
The smell of burnt hair filled her nose, and she wondered if she
had any hair left on her head. Im alive? Who saved me? Did they save
Mom? ...Im alive.
Two people were on both sides of Kristen trying to keep her alive.
She scanned their faces, and her mother was not one of them.
Kristen tried to speak, but her words got caught in her throat. She
managed to choke out, Mom?
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Oh good, youre up, the younger of the two men said. He wore a
black zip-up sweatshirt and matching black pants. Dad, shes up,
what do we do now? Underneath the hood, the mans face was
tan and glowed against his hazel eyes.
Kristen was confused. That guy just called the other man his
father. Was it a normal thing for families to work on the same
ambulances? And why wasnt the younger man wearing a medical
uniform? Kristen wanted to know how she was still alive.
Check her vitals again, make sure shes stable, the man in a lab
coat and rectangular glasses said. And when youre done, make
sure she falls asleep again.
Dr. Valo, a voice from the front of the ambulance said, Were
almost there.
A needle sank into Kristens arm, pinching a little, and her vision
blurred again. It was too difficult to try and focus on her
surroundings, so she shut her eyes and tried to listen.
Dr. Ellison will want to check this one out, like she does every
patient, but youll have to do the cleaning up, Xavier, Dr. Valosaid.
Like I do with every patient, I know. How many more patients
does Ellison need for this?
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Its Dr. Ellison. There was a period of silence before Dr. Valo
spoke again. Kristen could feel the tension fill the air, Xavier
mustve said something wrong. I dont know, son. His voice was
sharp enough to cut diamond. We have to do what she says.
Unless you want to end up like--
No, I dont. But do you really think this is... right?
This is not a conversation we can have right now. Not in front of
a patient. After that, more silence filled the air. The only noisewas the thud of the ambulance going over potholes. The bumps
and holes that were scattered along the road caused Kristens head
to bounce on the hard stretcher she was on. After a while, the
liquid they had put in her arm caused her to fade back into the
unconscious state she was in before. Thank God, because the pain
was becoming unbearable.
Whered you get this one, Eric? a womans voice sounded from
Kristens left.
A house fire. Her mother died, leaving just her and no other
family, Dr. Valos voice was muffled, and there was a crackling
sound underneath it.
Suddenly, Kristen felt pressure on her eyelid as it was pulled open.
A bright light flashed over her pupil and made its way over to the
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other, burning that one as well. Did you leave one of the extra
bodies?
Yes, one that was unidentifiable. Even dental records wont helpwith that one. The coroner made his statement an hour ago.
Manner of death was accidental; the cause, suffocation.
Good, the woman took a long pause to examine the rest of
Kristen, who was now awake but trying her best not to react.
Kristen realized that this must have been the doctor mentionedbefore in the ambulance, Dr. Ellison. When Dr. Ellison finished,
she turned to Xavier, You know what to do, right?
Do the same to her like every other patient.
Correct, good boy. Now get to it.
Dr. Ellison took Dr. Valo out of the door to the left of thecold
slab Kristen rested on. Once they were out of sight, Kristen heard
Xavier mumbling to himself. Good boy? What am I five years
old? He flipped a few switches on a board behind a reflective
glass window, probably meant for people on the other side to see
in while the person inside could not see out. However, while thelight was on in the room behind the window, Kristen could see
everything Xavier was doing.
Upon his return to the room, Xavier lowered a machine around
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Kristens head. It reminded Kristen of the x-ray machine at the
dentist, only it wrapped completely around her skull. Once it was
completely lowered, a light humming noise filled her ears. A feeling
of panic claimed her whole body, causing Kristen to have a
difficult time breathing when she finally realized this was more
serious than originally thought. This was not a hospital; it was a
dark room with a metal slab on which she laid. Xavier was not a
doctor but rather a technician, and who knows if the other
doctors were actually doctors? And finally, what the hell was thisthing that trapped Kristen in place? Why did these people need her
and only her? What about her mother? They said she was dead, but
how do they know?
There was a sudden pain in Kristens arm, a stinging sensation that
began to slowly numb her body. Xavier injected a strong drug intoher arm, but it didnt knock her out. All Kristen could see was
darkness from the machine, and all she could hear was that
humming sound.
And... go, Xavier said, muffled. A button was pressed on the
switchboard, causing the machine to start circling her head. A
strange feeling washed over Kristens brain. The tingling, numbing
feeling that comes before Novocain wears off crept its way up
from her spine to her frontal lobe. Memories slowly started
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slipping away from her brain. It started with the memories from
her childhood; she could no longer remember who came to her
fifth birthday party, nor could she remember the name of her pet
guinea pig from sixth grade. The haunting image of the terrible
haircut her mother made Kristen get in sixth grade vanished from
her memory, right after the crush she had on Billy Turner that
lasted for five years faded away.
Before the machine got to Kristens memory of the eighth grade
dance, there was a loud boom that sounded from the opposite side
of the room, followed by silence and complete darkness. Of
course, Kristen only saw darkness the entire time, but this darkness
was different than the one just in the machine. She could feel
everything stand still around her.
The machine was lifted away from Kristens head, and she could
finally take a deep breath. The room around her was completely
dark, preventing her from seeing if anyone else was still in the
room with her. Kristen thought about getting up and running, but
whatever was injected into her arm did not allow it. Her mind was
racing while her body was forced to sit still.
When the lights finally came back on, Kristens eyes stung. Xavier
had his back facing her and was focused on mixingsomething. She
could hear the slush of some sort of liquid being poured back and
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forth. The noise stopped, and Xavier turned around and brought a
cup to Kristens mouth. Im sorry, he whispered quietly. Kristen
wasnt sure if he knew that she had been awake for this whole
process, but she could tell he felt guilty. What was he setting her up
for? Who is Dr. Ellison, and what was she doing to Kristen?
Xavier opened Kristens mouth and slowly poured the liquid down
her throat. She felt the cold liquid rush over her tongue, following
the route to the rest of her body. It was tasteless, but the texture
was distinct. It felt like crushed ice cubes mixed with something
else, thicker than water but thinner than a milkshake.
Kristens body went completely limp, almost dead-like, and her
brain began slowing down, relaxing her. For a few minutes, she felt
completely relaxed and blissful. It was the first time in months
since she had that feeling. It only lasted for a moment before
Kristen went unconscious one last time.
To be continued...
- Shannon Murphy
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A Haiku Dedicated to Romeo and Juliet
(Romeos Perspective)
Luminous jewel,
Too bright for my eyes to bear.
Tis reality?
O, gleaming angel,
I beseech of thou to speak
Thy voice of music.
Henceforth, Juliet,
Thou art min eternity
Min love awakens.
Nay, a Capulet!
Wherefore art thou, Juliet?
O, a bitter name!
Nay, tis no matter!
Min love for thee shades that name
Brawling love of hate!
O, what happens here?
I cannot live without thee! Heres to my angel!
- Jessie Cao
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Ignominy
The trees bowed
Upon the cumbersome massOf words once
Thrown out the window and
Seized by branches
That dove athwart
A blue velvet vista.
The winds breath had
Sucked a vague truth away
Into the void
Of emptiness
In a tainted damper.
The soul of a man
Dwells in an alternate land
As a knocking ricochetsAmidst the woodland overgrowth.
In the dimly lit metallic jungles,
Dusted memories lay
In stains of peeling wallpaper
While floorboards bellow
An ill-fated droneWith a musty scented
Reincarnation.
Vaulting to the window,
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(A painful cavity that leads to
A gruesome reality),
To divorce the humble drapes
And sanction a piercing sunlightInto the darkness,
Which hampers
Seducing shadows.
- Alex Boubour
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A S lave s Bes t Fr i end
It was strange how it all began. Long before the war, I was just an
innocent boy that didnt know where his fate lay. The time thatGabe and I spent together was thrilling and enjoyable. The color
of his skin didnt matter to me, and we became inseparable. We
had been through so much together, and when I abandoned our
friendship, he still saved me from my demons. I hadnt noticed the
man whom I had become. It seemed as if I were wearing a mask;
the mask of my father, the man I never wanted to become....
Simon, Im going to find you, and then I will eat you Gabeused to say in a loud, mocking tone. I loved playing hide-and-seek.
Personally, I loved being the hider because it was stimulating trying
to run from your opponent before he killed you. However, Gabe
was fast, and I mean really fast. Once he saw me, I was a dead
man. Eventually, Gabe would find me, and I would go inside to
sneak a glass of milk and cookies for us. I didnt understand at the
time why mom and dad werent in favor of Gabe coming into ourhome, but I didnt think much of it. I would laugh at his funny
jokes; oblivious to what he had been doing earlier in the day.
When I was ten years old, I discovered the truth about Gabes
daily life. I decided to follow him one morning onto the
plantation, and that was when I first saw the cruelty that existed in
the world. Gabe had been whipped by a man, and then had
returned to his farming like nothing had happened. Immediately, Iran to my father and told him what I saw. Except I didnt see
surprise in his eyes, instead I saw conflict. He had been debating
whether or not he should tell the truth. He did.
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I was appalled and suddenly became overwhelmed by guilt.
How had I not known? I thought to myself. I didnt want to own my
best friend in the future, nor did I want to harm him in any way.
Ironically, I mirrored my fathers previous reaction and becameconflicted as well. Sadly, I didnt have a choice in the matter and
our friendship came to a close the day he became my slave. I
began to sell and buy slaves like I was exchanging a broken toy for
a new one; if I wasnt impressed, I bought another one. I stood
idly by as my old friend was whipped daily, and I eventually
became immune to the pain of seeing him hurt.
After a couple of years of owning the plantation, I had madesome unwise decisions. I had joined a pro-slavery union, but once
I became aware of the extent of harm they were willing to do, I
immediately withdrew myself. Consequently, some men came after
me one night, but Gabe had rescued me before they could do any
fatal damage to my body. I was thankful for my old friend, and
that was when everything hit me. Gabe had been faithful and
kind, and I had given him no remorse. As an act of gratitude, Ifreed him and the rest of my slaves. He had fought in the Civil
War and I became an anti-slavery advocate. When The Union had
won the war, Gabe came back to thank me for his freedom. I
began to cry, feeling foolish for treating my best friend as a piece
of property. However, some friendships are so strong that it is
impossible for them to ever be truly broken.
- Jillian Baker
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Becoming Me
I was not selfish
I was not disobedient
You made me this way.
I was not ungrateful
I was not indolent
You turned me into this.
I was not a liar
I was not a loner
You did this to me.
I was not unfeeling
I was not stuckYou changed me.
I was different
I was better
You broke me.
- Talia Rosen
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Firs t s
The steps loom in front of me, their enormity paralyzing me. Thisis it. These steps lead to something new. Something stressful.
Something exciting. High School. How did I get to this moment?
It seems like yesterday that I was learning how to multiply. I think
back to moments in my life. Learning my first big word, getting my
first report card, losing my first tooth, having my first visit from
the tooth fairy... This, the first step, taunts me. One foot, then the
other. Deep breaths.
Freshmen orientation in the auditorium, a voice calls from up
the steps.
Breathe, I tell myself. I squeeze my eyes closed and walk up the
steps. I almost trip on the last one, so I am forced to look up. This
is it, the door to the next four years of my life. Oh, the possibilities
of what may lie ahead. Am I going to be the popular kid or thewallflower? Am I going to be a jock or a nerd? Before I can think
about this, I first have to go through the door in front of me. It
looks so dark inside, but when I open the door, my eyes find the
light.
- Hannah Mittman
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Monster
How much could
someone like meknow about life?I am young.I am bright.I am innocent, you say.I havent been hitby the real world yet, you say.I dont understand, you say.
But the scars on my wristsay otherwise.
They say the real worldhas done more than hit me.It has beaten me,bruised me,
cut me.They say my innocencehas been broken,my future has beencompromised,my childhood is over.They say How couldsomeone like you
think you could succeedin life?
But now, as my scars fade,I know it was not the world thathit me,
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beat me,bruised me,cut me,robbed me of
my innocence,my peace of mind,my childhood.No, sir, it was not the world.
It was you.
(m.g.e.)
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Hope
A little boy sits on a rock.He waits for someone to come.
All the other boys stand and mock.
He stays in the cold, numb.
He has doubts that anyone will show,
But he makes sure not to mope.
He stays and waits through the snowBecause he has that unbreakable hope.
- Neil Shahdadpuri
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Imperfect ions
Every month, Isabellas subscription to the most popularmagazines would come in the mail. Cover after cover, Isabella saw
flawless models and celebrities. She couldnt help but admire these
individuals. They had it all: beauty, courage, and self-respect.
Isabella had none of these qualities. Well, at least that is what she
thought.
When Isabella looked in the mirror, she became blinded bywhat she believed to be her ugliness. She saw her pale, dull skin.
Looking at her ears, she compared them to an elephants. Isabella
glared at her nose, which she thought looked like it went on for
miles. The slim stomachs Isabella saw on the covers of all the
magazines made her dissatisfied, since hers didnt look exactly like
that. She was looking at all of this with her droopy eyes that could
not possibly see the beauty she possessed.
Day after day, Isabella would stand in front of her mirror and
pick out all the minuscule flaws she could find. The amount of
flaws Isabella found grew and grew. She had brainwashed herself
into believing she was ugly. Aside from her believing that, Isabella
had no courage and most definitely had no self-respect. Every
morning before school, Isabella would put on tons of makeup todisguise herself. She didnt want others to look at her. It was as if
Isabella thought she was doing everyone a favor, but in reality, she
wasnt. Isabella was a beautiful girl who was hiding herself.
Everybody else knew that she was beautiful, and it was a shame
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she couldnt see it.
It was a Saturday morning, and Isabella was heading to the
dermatologist. After weeks of complaining about a few breakouts,
Isabellas mom agreed to take her to the doctor. The two walked
into the office, checked in, and waited. There was only one other
person in the waiting room. Her name was Julia. She had gorgeous
brown hair and was in perfect physical condition. It was not until
Isabella saw her face that she realized why Julia was at the
dermatologist. Half of Julias face was burnt. Isabellas mom broke
the silence and asked what happened.
Julia sighed, I was a victim of the Boston Marathon
bombing.
Oh, my gosh! So, what has the recovery process been like?
asked Isabellas mother
Well, I was lucky. I only got burned on my face. There areplenty of others that have it much worse. So, right when the
bombing happened, I was rushed to the hospital. There were so
many people there, and in comparison, my case wasnt horrible.
The doctor just cleaned it, put a bandage on it, and allowed me to
rest. After a few days, I came here so that they could treat it. Ever
since, they have been trying to treat the skin I have, but I am here
today to see how the healing process is coming along and learn if I
need a skin graft, Julia responded.
Isabella was in shock. Here she was crying over a few
blemishes while the girl sitting next to here was thankful that she
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only had half of her face burned. Isabella had spent all of her time
obsessing over her looks, and she finally realized that everyone has
their imperfections. Isabella finally got that feeling of happiness,
the same feeling youd get after watching forty-four sunsets.
- Farrah Siegler
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SCENE ONE- THE MEETING
EXT-NICK SITTING ON A SMALL CHAIR. HE IS IN AN
ORANGE JUMPSUIT WITH HANDCUFFS ON HIS HANDS.
RYAN, THE PRISON PHYCOLOGIST, IS HAVING A
SESSION WITH NICK.
RYAN
Now Nick, whathappened that night?
They sit there in silence. Nick is staring into
space.
RYAN
Nick?
NICK
It was a crisp Friday morning in April.
INT- GOES INTO A FLASHBACK. YOU SEE NICK SITTING
IN A CAR AT A GAS STATION. HE IS LISTENING TO
THE RADIO. THE SONG "NEW YORK STATE OF MIND" IS
ON THE RADIO.
RADIO
We interrupt with
this breaking news
flash. We have an
amber alert for 9
year old Brent
Merryham. He was last
seen Thursday at
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around 9 PM in his
room. An eyewitness
said she saw him
enter a silver Toyota
with a man in his
late 40s. That isall that is known so
far.
Nick turns off the radio and starts the car.
BRENT
Where are we going?
Nick turns around and looks at Brent.
NICK
Well, we are about 15
minutes away from my
beach house on Long
Island. We are going
to eat, and then we
are going to see if
we need to go back on
the road.
Nick starts driving.
BRENT
I want to go home!
Nick stops the car abruptly. He pulls a gun out
of the glove department.
NICK
Shut up! One more
word and this gun
will go right against
your head.
The flashback ends.
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THE SHOT IS NOW BACK INTO THE OFFICE.
RYAN
Is that gun licensed
to you?
NICK
Im right in the
middle of a story.
RYAN
Keep going.
INT-
GOES BACK TO THE FLASHBACK. NICK TURNS BACKON THE RADIO. THE SONG "I'M A BELIEVER" IS ON.
NICK
Oh, I love this song.
(singing)
"Then I saw her face,
now I'm a believer.
Not a trace of doubtleft in my mind."
Sing along kid!
There are a few moments of silence.
NICK
You can talk now, I
wont kill you.
BRENT
Im sorry.
NICK
For what?
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BRENT
For whatever I did.
NICK
Yeah, okay, shut up.
Back to the song.
(singing)
BOTH
"Then I saw her
face"-
EXT- THE CAR PULLS INTO A DRIVEWAY ON LONGISLAND
NICK
Get out of the car.
BRENT
Where are we going?
NICK
Can you not see that
we are at the house?
BRENT
Okay.
INT-GET OUT OF THE CAR AND WALK INSIDE THE
HOUSE. THE HOUSE IS DARK WITH BOXES EVERYWHERE.
THEY WALK INTO THE KITCHEN.
NICK
What do you want to
eat?
BRENT
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I get a choice?
NICK
You don't get a
choice when youre
home?
BRENT
Daddy has the chef
make dinner every
night, even if I
dont like it. I eat
it, or I go to bedhungry.
NICK
How does pasta sound?
BRENT
Okay.
Nick walks over and starts to cook and the phonerings.
BRENT
Phone!
NICK
Its probably some
tax collector...dont
answer.
BRENT
Daddy said that
people who dont pay
their taxes are bad.
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NICK
Dont listen to him.
Brent looks over and sees a fish tank. He runs
towards it!
BRENT
Fishy!
NICK
Yeah, you can go
look.
BRENT
Daddy doesnt allow
us to get any pets.
NICK
Your pasta is done,
come over here.
Nick puts the pasta in a bowl and gives it to
Brent.
NICK
Do you want anything
on it?
BRENT
What do you mean?
NICK
Butter? Cheese?
Tomato sauce?
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BRENT
You can put stuff on
pasta?
NICK
Uhh, yeah.
Nicks cellphone rings.
NICK
I have to take this.
Sit tight and eatyour pasta.
INT- WALKS OVER INTO THE LAUNDRY ROOM OFF THE
KITCHEN
NICK
Yeah, I have the kid,
but I didnt, you
know, think this out
fully...what do I donow with him?...
Yeah, I will talk to
you later.
INT-WALKS BACK TO THE ROOM AND SITS ACROSS FROM
BRENT AT THE TABLE.
NICK
So...how about dem
Yankees?
There is a pounding knock on the door.
COP
Nick Breeze! Police.
Open up the door!
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(whisper)
NICK
Crap! The cops. Okay,
go to the back room,and when I open up
the door, go into the
backyard, and hide in
the car. I will be
there in two minutes.
Brent does what he is told.
INT- NICK ANSWERS THE DOOR IN THE ENTRY WAY.
NICK
Hello, officers. Is
everything alright?
The cops walk in and start searching the house.
COP
We got a tip that
Brent Merryham is in
this house.
NICK
Well, I can assure
you-
Nick punches the cops and goes to the car.
INT- RUNS INTO THE OTHER ROOM GETS BRENT AND
RUNS TO THE CAR.
EXT- GETS IN CAR AND SPEEDS AWAY.
NICK
You all good?
Nick looks back.
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BRENT
I'm scared.
NICK
Dont be. You'll be
just fine.
You hear a loud horn, and then the screen goes
black.
INT- BACK TO THE OFFICE.
RYAN
What happened afterthat?
NICK
Brent died later that
night in the
hospital.
Ryan sees that Nick is upset. He grabs a tissue
box and gives it to Nick.
RYAN
Do you miss Brent?
NICK
I hardly know him,
how can I miss him?
RYAN
You are clearly
upset, there must be
something that caused
this.
NICK
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I just hate seeing
Laurie upset.
RYAN
Who is Laurie?
NICK
My ex-wife.
RYAN
Oh. Well, is there a
reason why she is
upset?
NICK
Brent was...her
child.
RYAN
So he is also your
child.
There is a moment of silence.
NICK
No.
RYAN
Oh.
NICK
When I worked at the
construction site of
the World Trade
Center, she worked at
our Towns Hall. The
mayor and her were
always close, but I
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never thought
anything of it.
RYAN
Did they have anaffair?
NICK
Can we move on?
RYAN
Actually our time is
up. Its 3 o'clock.
Will I be seeing youon Sunday?
NICK
I might have to
cancel. I might go to
church.
RYAN
That'll be fine. Havea great weekend Nick.
NICK
Im in prison. How
can it be great?
Nick walks out and into his prison cell.
- Josh Dinetz
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My Murder
I was placed in a basket yesterday
It was a peaceful place when there I stayedI was in with the cozy blankets warm
The old, the torn, the nice old blankets worn
I was picked up, disturbed from my cocoon
And found myself in little Sydneys room
Fourteen years old, so young and full of life
Laughter and joy and happiness, no strife
But little Sydney looks quite sad today
As if inside her head a demon stays
She walks around just pacing here and there
And Im completely helpless in this chair
I look up at her and shes crying now
The voices in her head are way too loudAt least thats what it seems like, when she picks the pillows up
Screams into them loud, and throws them down rough
She picks me up and ties me in a knot
The tight knots hurt, and I wish she would not
She stands up on her desk made out of wood
She says a prayer then says, I knew I would
And now Sydney puts me around her neck
I think were driving straight into a wreck
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She ties the other half of me up high
She whispers through her tears a last goodbye
She jumps and I feel the bones as they break
And then my whole body begins to shake
- Jaclyn Mellone
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William Blackwood Epitaph
Passerby, as your gaze lingers upon my headstone,
learn to spend your days cautiously,
But live as if there will be no tomorrow.
My wife, Constance Blackwood, once said,
God gave us this gift of life to spread his morals, so pay
attention.
I loved my wife very dearly,
But I made a tragic mistake.
I spent my life as a leader,
An adventurer.
However, I took it too far.
Errors are made,
Do not fear them,But learn,
And prevent them from reoccurring.
Heed my advice,
And that of others,
For they will they show you the way to a steady, successful life.
Something I could not achieve
Because of my tragic mistake.
My shortcoming not only affected me,
But everyone else around me.
It was as if I threw a pebble into a pond,
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And observed the ripples,
The effect it left behind.
However, to what extent can we forgive?
The heavenly father forgives us for our sins.I wonder if Constance ever forgave me.
For she lived by Gods words,
And forever remains faithful to him.
For now, I lie here
Because of my