Category: 2018 Submissions

We sat in the silence of the night watching the snow fall, adding another layer to the foot of snow already on the ground. The branches of the trees bowed with the heavy load they were carrying, bending towards the floor. The icy air whistled around my ears, causing my skin to tingle and sting. My fingers and toes were numb, but I wasn’t bothered by it.
I tore my gaze away from the forest of trees to look up at Vinnie when I felt him nudge my shoulder. I noticed his red nose and face scrunched up trying to bear the cold. He obviously wasn’t in a state of blissful peace as I was. Feeling guilty, I opened my mouth to tell him to go inside, but he shushed me and nodded to a house in the distance. It was lit up with Christmas lights and decorated with an inflatable Santa Claus and Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. The lights were blurry to me, but it was more beautiful this way. The reds and greens blended together and the yellows stood out bright like the stars. Everything seemed quieter, almost muffled this winter night.

In Athens Greece, there was a goddess name Athena. She was a curious, intelligent, inspiring ruler that was granted with a gift from her people. She was bequest by a Pitaya, also known as dragon fruit. The item originated from the land of the unknown called Asia. The dragon fruit is a round, circular pink object with a cookies n cream color inside. The goddess was grateful for the unfamiliar gift and was fascinated with what it will do. While, Athena was sitting on her throne the thought occurred if this mysterious gift will take over her land and destroy everything that she built. She decided to seal the gift inside a enchantress box that will only open to the voice of hell. While days go by, the kingdom was protected while a dark force awaited in the room next door.

When Abby got onto the train, already late for work, she saw her. But how she’s dead, been dead for 3 years. She turned around to see if anyone else noticed her. When she turned back around she was gone never to be seen again.

It was around 4 am when I was jolted awake. The sheets I shoved off of me took with it the pools of sweat I was laying in. I couldn’t remember anything. I couldn’t remember falling asleep or where I was. My heart was racing and I was so hot it felt like I was sitting in an oven. I could barely breathe. The walls felt as if they were closing in. I threw myself off of the couch landing with a thud. I scrambled to get up and ran in no particular direction. Patches of yellow were hindering my vision. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body. I looked down to see what was attacking me, barely making out a coffee table. Stumbling around the room I knocked over everything in my way. As my arms waved around the room I felt it graze something cold. It was a feeling so wonderful even in this delirious state I couldn’t help but crave for more. I launched myself towards it and found myself against a glass door with a sea of darkness behind it but it would not open. I was stuck.

As the night went on, the realities of the world crept into the back of my mind. My beautiful sister, Arya, had taken her last breath exactly a week ago. It was all just overwhelming. How could such a kind soul be taken so early? At only twenty years of age she has a whole life to live and a whole world to change, but now it wasn’t her job to do. If such a sweet, innocent girl could be taken away from a world of people who loved her, is anyone really safe?
I tried to imagine the way she must have felt in her last moments. Maybe she felt regret for not spending time enough time with mom and dad or maybe she felt disappointed for not having the chance to fall in love. Maybe she was angry for not getting to travel to Italy, France, or Spain like she wanted. Maybe she felt pain as the shards glass from the windshield pierced through her skin or agony when the fumes clogged her throat. Maybe she was terrified as the fire devoured her. Maybe she cried because she had to die all alone.

In the ocean there was a turtle named Steve. Steve was a lonely turtle with one smaller fin who watched other turtles ride the waves like a water slide until one day he was lonely no more. One day a few of the wave riding turtles came to Steve with a device to make his fin strong enough to ride the waves. Once the device was fitted to his liking, Steve joined the turtles as the rode the waves in joy.

John was born with a gift
He had the ability to think for himself
When he grew old enough to look at the world for what it really is
He saw nothing but war
War between countries
And war right within
Because I want your oil
And you like to sin
Because I have great power
With my guns and my men
So John took it upon himself
To put his life to an end
‘Cause when leaders are wrongful
But there armies are massive
What can you be but complicit or passive

Every four years
Now’days every week
People look at our president
And wish to impeach
Actions speak loud
But words are not weak
So maybe we shouldn’t have the freedom to speak
In private is fine, but not out in the streets
Nor on TV’s and Radios because lying is cheap
We’ve seen all throughout history that ideas can leap
Like a deer over fences when there’s dry corn to eat
There is no time for changes, we’re in way too deep
But I think one more valuable, is the freedom to think

Fortnite is an excellent thing.
It’s got the Boys all in full swing.
Forget sex, drugs, rock and roll,
Tilted Towers is my goal.
The Boys’ squad wins are always king.

A heart can only break so many times before it’s shatters.
We keep picking up the pieces one by one,
hoping that one day the cracks won’t even matter.

We try to forget the hurt that each memory made
because every time we relive the pain
the memory stabs us like a blade.

It’s hard when I was your cure and the only way out,
and you became my only disease.
But don’t sit here and tell me this is our only route.

The days turned grey
and always felt like it rained, but
it was so hard to get you to stay.

After you left me,
I tried to go on,
but I had no choice, other than to set you free.

So now that you are my past,
I know it might take a while,
but I won’t keep looking back.

A heart can only break so much before it shatters,
so when is all this pain not going to matter?