The students oiled their trumpet valves and applied rosin to their horsehair violin bows before their rehearsal started. Excitement resonated throughout the band room when the musicians were told to take out Mozart’s Fifth Symphony. Mr. Johnson picked up his wooden baton then slowly and purposefully began to wave his arms. He abruptly stopped, frustrated at the clashing sounds. "We’re not together," he complained. "We’re off tempo," he uttered. He started conducting again, bu
His pencil is trembling, drumming a ceaseless best against the table. The floor seems to be pushing upward on his foot, bouncing it as his mind turns and twists and tumbles over him as he searches and digs and claws through his tired, panting brain, for a savior, a saint, some sort of salvation, an answer to a question on a test that’s staring him in the face, it’s I’s boring holes into him. The walls, pulsating, and with every shaky breath they take, they come in, closer, cr
Your eyes gleamed sang such charms made my limbs dance the mamba. I followed your curving path deeper into undergrowth full of teeth and bones disguised in the dark. Your skin shimmered with scales slender and coiled around my neck. Grip tightening shaking the heart venom in my veins forked tongue in my ear exhale inhaled by the damp air.
"Art is an expression," says the teacher, her encouraging voice begging us to produce something new. I stare at the canvas—blank, empty, and ready to be formed with whatever the hell it is I want to express. My paintbrush, dipped in its paint, drips onto the canvas. My thoughts echo inside my head, only accentuated by the pounding of clay to the rhythm of some unseen heartbeat. I grip the brush harder, feeling the wood between my fingers begin to give. It’s futile, really, be
It’s another tough day in Mr. L’s class. The best class of the day, I was told. Lies. "Please plug in the function y= x-4 into your calculators and write the domain." Really? Is solving the domain of this function going to help me pay my bills in the future? The answer is no. Although, I could major in math but that’s a scary thought. We plug the equation into our calculators. If you think hard enough, my calculator is just like a Gameboy, trying to win gold in Mario and Soni
We sat in silence as the argument ensued. Our blank, innocent stares offered protection and ignorance. We were neither present nor absent in a room fueled by responsibility and lack thereof. Your subtle nod was sufficient. Time to leave. So, we ran past the scattered oaks and deserted bird fountains to our place. We pretended to be pirates atop the run-down trampoline—our very own Jackson’s Island. After a while, we became immune to the rubber scent. You looked back at the ho
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so why can’t I find mine? I was cursed, by that witch. She fell in love, with someone who couldn’t even love himself. How can one love another without self-love? I search the depths of the lake, for empty praises and promises. I’m entranced by my own flaws, can’t see how time is running out. Starting with the eyes, the window into the soul. All I see are two black stones looking back at me, taunting me like I'm a child. My lips a