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In the Playroom Twisted tubes, snaking around the room, Windows placed in the middle, For little boys and girls to peek out, So they can feel like they’re on top of the world. Yellow, red, blue, and green on the floor Soft padding for those who take a spill. Ladders and tubes and slides and […]
MoreThe sun was caressing my cheek, its hand offering protection and warmth. Waves crashed against the sand. It sounded like a childhood rhyme; the kind that you grow out of too fast. However, there is still a tiny fragmented glimmer of hope imprinted on your soul. The story survives. The ocean breathes. The seagulls were […]
MoreOut of all in the world, I did not understand the cause of the spectrum of grievous, gnarling feelings simmering inside. My poor precious heart beat painfully fast. No cause could care to explain the strange sensations of pain. Was this what people called anger? Or was this those strange feelings called sadness? Why was […]
MoreIn the strict and arduous world of Puritanism, the character of a hero is obscure and difficult to depict. In times of unjust persecution and prosecution, though, a hero is a person willing to question accepted authority and fight for what is just. John Proctor is, without a doubt, imperfect and wholly human. He has […]
MoreThe hero shifts his helmet into a more comfortable position, anticipating the struggle ahead. His muscles are stiff with nerves, and his hands tremble slightly. With the faintest of grunts, he mounts his sleek Pegasus, a beauty of a creature. Her dark amber eyes gleam in the sunlight, sparkling in the warm air. A moment’s […]
MoreThe False Mirror The pupil dilates dead center Black like a Gaeta olive A contrast amidst a sphere of daze. The retina opens, revealing its π Of inner parts where behind the black mass Lies a model blue sky—a color only found in dreams.
MoreLaugh at Me She rides the subway now. She is timid, worried, grabbing her baby with a young arm. Her eyes are dry and swollen. Her lips are pursed. She is young, although her eyes are taxed with all that she has seen, her body frail from all the beatings she has taken. Grasping that […]
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