Play Day

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Two young girls draw and color their scribbles all day. The older teaches the younger about types of colors. And how the problem with being left handed when you color is the stain marks left on your pinky. The younger one noticed.

“Look,” she points at her sister’s dirty blue finger.

“Oh,” the older one responds and licks the smudge off.

“What did it taste like?” the younger one asked.

She thought about it before answering. “It tasted like blue,” she said.

 

By Emma Smith

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Word Picture

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Picture these words: Neon dust clouds ring in a pair of shadows, a girl and her dog. Close by, an approaching tornado of pastel teals and cyber pinks. A star-filled duke sky surrounds the cornflower moon. Onyx grass holds the scene over it. The girl’s smoke dress dances with the commanding gusts, yet she blandly leans and tilts along.

The delighted graphite dog barks in pure ecstasy at the girl. He hyperventilates, tongue out. Running to the field was no walk in the park, but he treats it as if it is when there’s a color storm.

The girl’s hands hover high above her head, grasping at the sky as the tornado nears. Her hopes are to touch the shades of every color, to understand the nature of beauty.

 

By Amber Black

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Detrimental

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An accidental sentimental mentally tangential oriental parental rental I rent till my experimental intercontinental environmental change ends.

A foreign exchange student. A changed student. Confused of a diffused transition into infused translations of induced impatience and produced inflations.

Didn’t sign up, threw no signs up, but sigh and size up lies from shy skies to look up to. Terrorize disguised, slick ties and snake eyes. Advise the unwise to crystalize crystal eyes and devise, polarize, downsize and reorganize the prize of demise, a country.

Visualize and internalize a theorized civilization intellectualizing and internationalizing international-eyes-ing. Idolize THEIR idol eyes. Minimize the glamorized digitized advertisements. Agonize and empathize failure to analyze behavior. Recognize unutilized minds not realizing they’ve got so little, timewise.

They’ll regret.

By Seth McAllister

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Thinking Back

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I still remember being in school, being uncomfortable with myself.

Thinking, if I miss a day everyone would forget me by the next.

I remember when Friday was my favorite day and Sunday night was the worst.

I still feel this way.

Where does the time go?

 

Wish I could see how I’ve changed.

Went from being shy to quiet.

Seems like I’m not doing much, but really, I’m busy in my own thoughts, wishing I could live in someone else’s mind.

 

By Marcy White

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