Final Post - Blurred Vision

Blurred Vision

It was a rainy morning, I woke up and went outside to turn the heater off from the basement because there is no switch in the apartment. When I entered the house my clothes was soaked and I was cold. I rush to get my towel to dry my skin and went straight to bed. The sound of the rain was so loud I couldn't sleep. 

It was almost 10:00 am and I decide to go browse the Internet and read electronic news. I noticed my vision was blurry but I thought it was rain drops went inside my eyes when I went outside. While on the computer I was unable to view the fonts on the computer screen. Thoughts of what is wrong with my eyes? Why I can't see clear? This cannot be rain drops. I went to the washroom to grab some eye drops and pour into my eyes and it made my vision worst.

While on my way to go back to see if I can read the fonts on the computer screen I stumbled onto the bathroom door and hit my head. I was unconscious and could not see anything. My family had gone for vacation to another country. Fear of death starting to run through my mind then I quickly hold the home Button on my iPhone and used Siri which is an iPhone app which listen to you voice command and processes it into a phone activity which a human can do. I then said to Siri call 911 and say my location. At that point I did not know where I was.

I woke up in the hospital and did not even know how I got there. The doctor then told me my door was break to enter my house and quickly rushed you to the hospital. What is wrong with I asked the doctor. She then explained that they found ears drops in my eyes and also said my vision has deteriorated due to long use on computer and looking at other screens. The ophthalmologist then said to me I will experiment blur vision sometimes if I don't take glasses. I was then taken the next room where she was able to treat my eyes and gave me a pair of glasses. 

I then also then came to realized that if  it wasn't not my smartphone and technology my family would have seen me dead and also came to relapsed the negative things that technology has done to my eyes.

Author Notes:

-What did you like about this reading?

-What you don’t like about this reading?

-What is this missing from this story?

Halo

Their she is like the strike of thunder she appears before the naked eye. She wis pers her scream as far as it may seem. She wonders what will it take to be consumed . .
She wonders what will it take to feel how you feel. She wonders what will it take for you to see what you may or may not be. She wonders why wont you accept this. Why will it. Why. What I s it. What have you done that has me not like you. I'm unwillingly letting you go. You done your part. Now show me how you'll depart. Its over. I will never let this get in between. Meanwhile the sound isn't a sound until one feels the waves. he same way Ben felt it before touching us all. That lightning will never be this way.  That lightning will never reach me. That lightning will never strike me. That lightning won't! I'm lightning. So when it does strike me. Death or Death be us all. Death be the system. Meanwhile death strikes. Seemingly it doesn't entail vehement perceivably involuntary towards main functions. Knowing what tics someone off if not you will ultimately result in timed conversions. In order to confront the complete opposite one as to know what a mirror captures. As well as what captures memory. One person doesn't equal two no matter shape form and connection. Blowing up a building will ultimately equal peace in reformation. Blowing up a building wont. Therefore being humorous isn't taking a side. Being physical isn't taking a side. Being disciplined isn't merely all emotions. The thought of losing what you have and had for so long the way it has been will keep you down if someone, something, some place prevents you from calling these accusations nouns. ....I wrote this near a pond, the ducks all came to the tune I played before and while writing this and then they all dipped. Life ?

The Garden - Short Poem

The gardens

I walked among a garden green.

Well flourished with flowers and split by beams,

of posts and newly blossoms grass.

The freshness and aroma of the green grass was intense and satisfying.

This garden that man has gently grown with patience,



Far in the trees i spotted a small house surrounded by children.

Admiring how they acted and played.

I was eager for Wi-Fi to call my sister and show her this beautiful scene,



The flowers made for a lovely vision.

Along with old and young walking and running with their headphones.

Not a person was without  headphones to hear the beautiful sound of the animals and the environment.

I bent my head for a moment and started to cry,

Heaven & Hell

Heaven: Hi hell.
Hell: Howdy partner.
Heaven: Nice time in hell.
Hell: Could be better if you joined me.
Heaven: Then there wouldn't be any fun.
Hell: How?
Heaven: You're there.
Hell: Am I.
Heaven: I couldn't tell.
Hell: Well imagine a pond on the lawn of an apartment complex. Are you imagining?
Heaven: Ice creeeeeam.
Hell: Heaven.
Heaven: Yes Hell.
Hell: Are you imagining?
Heaven: Proceed. Sort of.
Hell: What's that suppose to mean?
Heaven: O you fucking bastard.
Hell: Language.
Heaven: HA..UHAAHAAAAUHAAAAAHA
Hell: ckunf
Heaven: A fucking devilish, demonic, serpentine, twisted, satanic, male-witched, idiot named Lucie just said, or better yet told me to watch my language.
Hell: Again! Language*SHOUTS*.
Heaven: I'm listening. YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME THE STORY*Starts off with tweet voice then sad puppy voice*.
Hell: O you're interested.
Heaven: Open. I'm open.
Hell: AYO.
Heaven: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.
Hell: IT..
Heaven: Rhetorical*Mockery voice*.
Hell: It means..
Heaven: Rhetorical you fucking idiot...
Hell: It means that you...
Heaven: Rhetorical you fucking idiot means what you will say now
Hell: It means that you suck at rhetoricals.
Heaven: If rhetoricals be this rock, you'd be either the goo on the bottom of a slug or snail or rain. The controller of rain who sucks on the spot where the moisterising perspiration from his mouth is until you the controller gets cotton mouth.
Hell: There's this pond on the corner of this apartment complexs lawn. In the pond they're are fishes. Above the pond on one side water falls. What's that called Heaven, you're all knowing and righteous.
Hell: Good you noticed. It's called this is it. It is your story. Proceed. Be please.
Heaven: Be procession. Expert I am.
Hell: I super. I breakdown what's up. I destroy what's up. I put together sup. I breakdown perfect. I take away half. I given per.
Heaven: I eat you. You come back as my mommy. My daddy. My Godwho.
Hell: There's this pond...
Heaven: Fuck the pond.
How: Hell?
Heaven: You tell me.
Hell: Dick it doaaawwwwnnn! Or water slap. Then water whip. Or huck-pooh in it. Or keep it moving. Or wink-wnk. Or sit on edge and think of a better pond.
Heaven: What about drink it's water.
Hell: A pond. A water fountain a pond not.
Heaven: You are pond of fond.
Hell: Which is why story I tell.
Heaven: The fishies in the pond are bored.
Hell: How the fuckermuffin.
Heaven: Not what it's called.
Hell: Huh.
Heaven: Huh uh. No you did nerrrrr.
Hell: Fuck you.
Heaven: Sheet.
Hell: You mean sheet-rock resembles this background.
Heaven: Huh.
Hell: In the future it'll make sense to someone if not you.
Heaven: It's only me and you what the fuck...
Hell: Your language. Watch you're fucking languino.
Heaven: What the pis hair are babbling, brushing, pits tits about Hell. I should call you Hell cause your Hellarious.
Hell: *laugh*
Heaven: Finish the story. I'm started to get short/long term memory loss syndromes.
Hell: Heaven*suspicious face*.
Heaven: Why?
Hell: You made me! You did this. You put this on yourself. You fucked the fucker. Now watch.
Heaven: Let's play and watch. Let's act and view.
Hell: There was one fish very inquisitive to life just as much as pond mates. One fish new of another side that would intrigue all mates. That one fish waited until the perfect moment before letting them all breath a breathe that couldn't be felt, heard, or seen. That one fish said follow me through this tunnel where the other water disperse is at. That one fish brought them. That one fish brought them to a world much larger, interesting, or so it seemed. That one fish told them the story about the first time taking a trip to their destination. That one fish told them that day he went there for the very first time he witnessed the mass killings of other fishes similar in size and dissimilar in color. The killings according to That one fish is due to this big, gigantic, humungous fish named Sharkeshe. That one fish told them Sharkeshe just wanted and needed the fishes similar to us in size to move. That one fish said to them that Sharkeshe didn't know how to explain to them that he wanted and needed them to see him as a fish not a Shark. That one fish said that everything would be better if everyone did that. That one fish said only after would everything be wrong again if the thought of having to move out of the Sharks way is the thought they allow to linger in instead of the thought of beating the Shark down the stream faster than any other fish has swam. The fish allowed more thoughts to ponder with the story in mind and with every detail engraved in their mind hoping for a perfect twist. The swindle is much appreciated with thirst. The dry is the calm. The calm needs love too. The calm is Sharkeshe sometimes. That's life. That one fish said after several visits, encounters and near death experiences he decided to stay where he came from for a while. That one fish told his pond mates about this place and they thought that he's insanely in genius after a while. That one fish had them follow him through the tubed gateway to the other side. They experienced so many emotions. Emotions that some couldn't take for too long only to say that they thought they couldn't take it for this long. Why stop now that's fucking boring. That. Not what you did before that's boring. That one fish said you doubtful fools. I am Sharkeshe. When you meet the maker I feel sorry for you smfh. That one fish said here's the goal for me. Whenever I feel to go here I do, whenever I feel to stay here I do. The same about where we came from.
Heaven: In other words If Heaven doesn't want or need to be in in a freezer for more than thirty seconds I go to the fire. Then if I don't want to be in fire for more than thirty seconds I go back to freezer. Then if it's a week or decade and a year I stay until I go to heaven for maybe a short time or forever.
Hell: Yea.
Heaven: Well that ruins everything.
Hell: How.
Heaven: You to told us what we're doing. That's that word in the beginning we mentioned. Could be anonymous, could be that word that you used to pity, epitomize, discomfort your comforted way of thought. Instead of being blunt. Quick Strike.
Now it's over.
Hell: Yea that's it.
Heaven: You we said we'Re together, lovely married, combined, and could never be apart no matter the time and place difference.
Hell: I know!
Heaven: Did you know I can tell you everything bluntly and you won't understand what will come after.
Hell: Yes*Questioning him/herself with confusion*
Heaven: There's more on the other side. This side is still here. I eat ice cream. On spoon. Ice cream in my cup. I eat cup of ice cream. Ice cream in bucket. You eat bucket ice cream. Ice cream in store. I eat stores ice creams. Ice cream from milk. Milk from cows. God make and give us cow not for anything but milk. No other animal allows amother species to touch without first being confused or curious besides cow. We have nice frome cows milk like cheese.
Hell: Ouuu cheeeeeeeeeeese.
Heaven: Yes we have nice from everything fruit, food from garden, plants. Fake meat.
Hell: Why not real meat?
Heaven: I'd rather eat the white chocolate version of you someone tricked me to thinking it is meat. Then again I'd rather eat white chocolate if it is better than meat and it doesn't effect me the way I'd rather to be  affected.
Hell: You'Re amazingly me. Took us long enough.
Heaven: We must travel in order to see newer nouns.
Hell: We do.
Heaven: Not E.

Anna hates Rich due to how seasoned Ed is. (Book) Richard 111. (Life) All Of Us.

This author says for one day fast. Eat nothing. Drink nothing for one day be it that we may cleanse thine very tube which is in sense our inner core. This man is Roche. Jay is in the process of figuring Roche out. Jay is the King! Only he doesn't know it. He needs what he seeks, a better life. Tailer doesn't know what love is yet. Tailed only knows what people tell her and what confusion has brought her in order to punch her through to a better outlet. Tailer is closely related to Jay. Jay is very very fond of Tailer and so is Tailer. Everybody else wants this only because confusion isn't what they do its what they want. Confusion is good only when you know how to become not confused with in an instant. Roche tells Tailed that her eyes are his eyes although their eyes look different due to their color. Roche is explaining what love is, means, and is suppose to be. Roche tells everyone to read his thesis not for personal gain for your own. Roche will read everyones thesis if they allow him to. Roche says it will help everyone understand themselves as well as Roche. Mack is a cashier/stocker/comedian/athelete/singer/writer/poet and Mack reminds Roche of himself. Mack loves Roche the way Roche loves Mack. As companions. Mack placed himself in the store to up an ties in competition. He really wanted to please his neighborhood and work close to home. Mack knows he's the best at everything. Only he doesn't want to say because he knows everybody is the best at everything. So he keeps his mouth shut to figure out how he can just do everything that is perfect. It is said that Roche put Mack in the store in order to drive him insane. Only it works out anyway. This works out for them because the pain will become pleasure the same way Tailer will be punch-fucked into a brand new time of experience. Tailer doesn't know that anything can happen. Now she does. Mack comes to find out Roche is his brother. Blood brother. Macks father is Jay. Tailer is closely related to Mack. Unbloody wise. Mack has the eyes of Jay. Roche is in love with another who has turned his world upside down. Or someone acting like her has and he's so messed up he loves life because he can forget about love, he knows who she is and the thought of her will forever nourish his possibilities of a partner who reflects, balances, and challenges to drive past confliction. He also has another. She's the complete opposite. He hates her with a passion. She claims to be what she is not. They will have six children. Roche and the other girl who he likes and hates will have three twins of separate sex. They will have a boy and girl with the same eyes. A boy and girl with different eyes, and a boy and girl with combined eyes. Six separate bodies. Tailer will find Mack and have fun and be hurt. Mack is at a store down from where she commutes to be around. The store is rite by the schedule. Roche sends murderers to bring Mack a blue pill and a red pill. Mack will choose both with out choosing both by having all three of them choose both. Mack meets Jay his father. Roche comes to find out Jay is his father. Tailer comes to find out Roche's love of his life is her sister. Roche tells the best side of the story only because the other best is bad and this best is the opposite. Sort of like a battery having negative and positive to charge on. The bad will be the next post for the author. Then puns in the sun, cold to be bold. Next up Dora Supprese the Explorer meets Princess Leia whoop who and Clark Albert Kent meets Jimmy Gray Nuetron. The end. Author meets his mom for the first time again. Author destroys world's in order to bring the world back better. Best besttering bestterness. Author is a bestteronist. Nothing.

Nothing is real

                                                                                                                                   

    Nothing is real                                                             

  At dusk, a man is walking toward to a small town. This town is very small and quite. Only few of people can be seen on the street, and they all walk slowly and peaceful. It’s another world where nothing connect with the busy and fast life style in the urban place. This small town makes the man slow down his pace and enjoy this small town. He is tired with everything that around him in his daily life. He feels everyone has a dirty and ugly face under the invisible mask. He hates the way that people talking, which is cool and emotionless. He really wants to escape this world, and tries to find a warm and pure that he expects. Thinking of these, he unknowingly arrives to a river, and sees a old couple sit there and fishing. With the dusky sun lights on their faces, the old couple are quietly waiting the fish to bite their bait. Randomly, they turn their head and then look at each other with a smile without a word, then turn the sight back to the river. What a beautiful image, he got lost in the scenario. Suddenly, the man has an idea come into his mind , which is join the fishing with them. Without too much thinking, he just walk toward them and ask. However, when he get closer and closer, he was shocked and fell on the ground. The couple were waxen. They are not the real people.He recall the horror movie he saw., then he feel more creepy, and run away as fast as he can.

 

Be

To begin with there once was a kid named

Mat. He was three years old during war time. World War One that is. Terrible time it was. He didn't know the confines which bounded him with nature and what the war had to do with it. He used syntax that was simple as well as inhaling and exhaling along with a jingle he remembered to cope as a coping mechanism. So as the war grew, so did his misconceptions about the world, the world he knew it to be. Then the midst of the thoughts of expression lingered in. As soon as he began to question himself, he knew from that point on time would fly only if he stopped to think about what would prolong discomforted instances. A day in the life: I woke up out of my bed brushed my teeth. With excitement I hoped into the shower, slipped and died. I woke up before a Judge to cast me down into the pits of the worst. No it was fucking annihilation. Excuse my language, Very necessary. Luckily I didn't go to heaven which was the other choice. The pits sort of turned out to be heaven. Angels approached with danger. Danger or so it may have seemed. It was!

SHE KISSED A GIRL ...True Story

Young and innocent he was with so many questions. His main thoughts was to figure it out, it being life. I saw two girls kiss each other and they liked it. I wished at that very moment that both girls kissed my penis. Why is that, we'll I am straight and I will have enjoyed that a lot. There's many volumes to personifying  scintillating vindicating experiences of soothing ventillation. In my eyes at the time the authority figure stood under me because he didn't understand me. He could've been intrusive upon obligation.

Twenty three thousand seconds was the duration of our conversation seemingly.

Sixty Seconds

I have visions of a place unseen by most said Franklin. Franklin made names in his head about family members that suited their character. Those names he came up with are a combination of cartoon shows and letters. Franklin talked too much said Johnathan. Johnathan and Franklin left English Class to go to the bathroom in a hurry to make it back to class. They loved telling and writing stories. Franklin left the room first and Johnathan followed right behind him. They exchanged insecurities they felt existed, beings with insurmountable fears they thought they could have memories last that could suppress thoughts and do the necessary. Remember the time said junior, why said honorary Johnathan in the eyes of Franklin. The reason plenty listened to them is because they smoked. The difference is questionable. Some would say why when there is a meaning to volumes of disliking ideas. Franklin and Johnathan left junior with a great thought then walked back to class. They wore spandex for some reason that day having everybody lost for words only the ones that existed in their heads. In Class they read a paper together switching and going back and forth reading. All of the sudden Franklin said something Johnathan didn't like and Franklin threw up all over him right after. The class didn't know what to think. A person butted in. That person is the same person who sat next to Franklin. Franklin stormed out of the room jumped off the building and then died. The class including the teacher teared up and brushed off the dirt. They did their dance and told themselves never again. I wold have never thought This one would have the energy to do this. Johnathan looked at the person who said this with questionable resentment. He then released those words no one would ever want to hear. What happened? That person replied with a close sounding repeat of what Johnathan said,  only he said it softly like this, 'whaaat happened'. How you feel said someone in the crowd while Johnathan murmurs there same words to someone on the phone. The class goes back to class and watches this movie Isabel recommends the teacher to cast on the big screen pUT forth the perfect mood. The movie ends with what she thought would be the perfect ending only she didn't take into account the commercial that played after the short movie clip. The clip is something like a miracle that kept having to reoccur. The last word said by anonymous is, 'last but not least let's go where death won't be', tonight. Forget this said whoot. A walker that creep(ed) in the conversation. I need more than this.

A Dream Or Something Else

         I was lying on a bed. There was a lighting storm outside of the castle. I tried to speak and move my body, but somehow my body was paralyzed. I felt someone was forcing down on my body. My brain was still functioning; I could hear the noise, staring at the light and smelling the rain from the storm. I was dread and helpless. What could I do? Why was I sleeping in this castle in the first place? Perhaps it was just a dream. Then I just have to make myself wake up. Finally, I was free, I screamed as loud as I possibly could. Aunt Candy rushed into my room and she asked me if everything was fine. Wait a minute; she’s not living with me. How could she get into my room? But either way, she’s someone I can be trusted. I hugged her as tight as I can. Aunt Candy spoke calmly to me “do you know who am I?” while she was speaking, she slowly pushes me away; as she pushing me her face was right in front of me. Suddenly her face melted to wax like a person without facial features. I finally woke up on my own bed with a sweaty pillow, then I look at the alarm clock it was 03:15 AM. 

zhan liu

The Unknown Girl

        It was early in the morning. I was standing in the subway, and waiting for the train to come. In fact, the subway was crowded and noisy. Everybody was walking around to get their train. I was shivering because of being cold. To divert my attention from feeling cold and hunger, I took out headphone from my bag and start listening music. Because it was taking too long to get the train. All of a sudden, I heard someone was calling me. However, I said to myself, “No. I might have heard it wrong. Who will call me here? Nobody knows me. Forget it” I just ignored it. After a while I heard again, someone was screaming “Nousin! Nousin!”. I tried to avoid it like before. Alas! I could not avoid it this time. An old lady who was standing right behind me, touched my shoulder and told me, “I think she is calling you dear”. I turned left and saw a girl wearing a black jacket, holding a black bag, probably a college going girl, looking at me and waving hands to me. At a glance, I could not recognize her. I have no idea how she knew my name. She was coming to me at that time the train came, and I took it.  

this Monster Inside Me- Shaneeza Rahim

Dr Harris:  How are you feeling dear?

Isabelle:  Can't you feel it crawling?  Escalating like wild fire?

Dr Harris:  Are you okay? Whats escalating?

Isabelle clutched her hair, a frantic expression on her face.

Isabelle:  No No No! you don't understand Its igniting, like gasoline. Burning me.

at this point Isabelle's eyes seemed vacant as if she wasn't really there lost in her own mind.

Dr Harris:  Talk to me dear! what are you seeing whats burning you?

Isabelle:   Its so hot so ferociously strong Everything's on fire! oh God, it feels like my entire world is ablaze? I don't understand I'm confused.

Isabelle's arms were wrapped Defensibly around her body ad if she was trying to shield herself, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Dr Harris:  Isabelle its okay, you are not really there  you are safe nothing can harm you..

Isabelle: No! cant you feel it crawling?  its a never-ending fight: A battle that cannot be won:  A Greek tragedy, just waiting to unfold a  ticking time bomb. a fire of chaos.
Isabelle: Its this monster inside me trying to escape. Oh god it hurts! please make it stop?

Isabelle almost sounded prophetic as if she was predicting her fate, she sounded factual and monotone as if she was disconnected from all this. It wasn't until she screamed for help that emotions broke through her facade.

Dr Harris; Isabelle, don't worry it's okay! Just relax and it will all be over.

Isabelle suddenly stiffened and turn to face the doctor.

Isabelle: It kicks, it screams, it demands out. This is one battle i have to win.
She started to have an intense fit, her hands reaching up to try and claw at her body.

Isabelle: The fire will never burn out. cant you feel it crawling?

Dr. Harris: that's it! Nurse, she is trying to harm herself we have to hold her down!
She managed to get a few more words out before she blanked out, Dr. Harries approaching with a needle, his face appearing menacing in the light.

Isabelle: The voices, they feel like poison, so hot and searing.

Isabelle: cant you feel it crawling.

Busted

Abu Amin

Back in High School I was once arrested for smoking marijuana. It was during fall nice weather outside. Me and my friend, Mike, planned to get high and enjoy the night. Around 9 o'clock we went and picked up a bag of marijuana from some guy I knew smoked weed. Then we had the guy buy us papers and roll up for us. After we were done with him we went to the park to smoke the blunt. The park was empty and quiet, we thought it would be perfect nobody would come here. We lit up the blunt and passed it to each other. We weren't aware of any cops coming in the park, but a NYPD cruiser was patrolling the park. As soon as I saw the car I threw the blunt. The police car approached us and two police officers came out of the car. They asked us “What are you guys doing in the park so late the park is closed”. They smelled the marijuana by now. They flashed their flashlights on our face and searched us for possession of weed or any weapons. They couldn’t find anything on us. They started looking around searching for the blunt we were smoking. In the meantime, two other police vehicle entered the park with red and blue lights.

I felt like I committed some serious crime and the cops looked at me like I was some criminal. When the officers found the blunt, my heartbeat went up and I was paranoid from the weed. That was the worst moment of my life. Seconds after I hear the clicks of the handcuffs. Jack and I both were in the back seat of the cruiser. The police officers drove us to the precinct. One police officer searched me and took everything out of my pocket also took my shoe laces. Before I didn't know they take pre caution to make sure that people who are arrested don't commit suicide.

The officers put us in cell in precinct. The cell was dirty and it smelled like piss everywhere. From that incident I figured out that jail has a smell. When they took us to bookings it was the same smell. After couple of hours at the precinct cell they took us to bookings. When we arrived there they checked us again and put me and Jack in a cell with some other inmates. Inmates who got arrested recently and brought to bookings. We spent the night in that cell and we couldn't sleep. Not after what we have been through for last few hours. I was sixteen years old so was Jack so they called our parents to pick us up. In the morning we were released. I felt ashamed because I let my parents down. They didn't expect anything like this from me.

The Hatchet

David Lopez

At last it was time to come out of hiding. Baret opened the hatched lock. Cautiously he stepped out.

“Don’t come up until I tell you it’s safe” he said quietly

Everyone bundled together with freight marked all over their faces as they watched Baret look around.

“Fire” a faint voice yelled.

Gunshots screeched through the air as they headed straight into Baret. He was hit with multiple shots. Inside the hatchet, his family and others watched the horror of Barrett's body being penetrated by bullets. Julie’s eyes were covered so that she wouldn't witness her brother's death, but it was too late for that.

“Keep moving there has to be more of them hiding” the faint voice yelled as it got closer.

“Let me take care of it mamma” Roger said.

 “Must you say idiotic things” mamma frantically yelled.

Now it was just a matter of moments that they’d all be caught and executed for the killers were not rational. Over their heads the killers appeared.

“Please don’t kill us” mamma begged. “Queen Ellie is not this monstrous to order this kind of slaughter on her own people”

Right there and then they realized they wouldn’t come out of this alive. Shots lighted the hatchet like it was the 4th of July.

 “That’s enough” the voice said.

Under the dead bodies something was spotted sparkling. Victor stepped into the hatchet. What could this sparkling thing be?

 “Xavier's pocket watch” Victor faintly whispered.

 “You alright sir?” one of his men asked.

Zoned out he replied “Yes I am fine.”

FIOLATION

As I sat back relaxed on, on my inclined thoughts. Thoughts of being a boss sort of had me lost. Mom and Dad protecting me the way yours do yours. Life merging death is the absolute course. I don’t know if time passed by relaxes my thoughts, maybe if time stopped still all would be lost. Then again what’s hate to this cause if the cream of the crop will never be destroyed? Rocheny had just finished reading his poem to his group and now he’s about to proceed with his memoir which is his writing assignment to be viewed and read next for constructive criticism and also it is a part of his is fifteen page writing assignment. He’s thinking right now how he can capture his readers in a way that text has never captured someone before. He says to himself, “Will I write about death and trap my reader’s minds so that they feel hopeless in everything they do. Or will I shed light on the many advantages on life having this class being one of them. Will I include the essentials, ‘Sex, Love, and Characteristics?’ Or will I be boring and let the pen take over. I’ll let the pen take over.” There once was a boy who was given a girl’s name. His name was Rochelle, and so that boy came to tell that the eyes of the night do have a smell. Once you’re caught looking, it snatches your hell. It takes your world’s worst nightmares and places them in the time of their heirs. Let them breath deep secrets don’t sell tickets. You’ll lose me now if you don’t retell. He smelled the food from the screen watching commercials of nice cuisines. He seemed to be bleak and teethed on meat. Life of a bully is the nights humped beat. So that boy grew and his voice did too and when pronouncing his name he roared it through, “Rochelle Rochelle Rochelle you fools.” I eat on you because you taught me too! The boy knew right from wrong they said he did. They being rich and now he’s sick. Outside the box he knew his kids. He loved being love just like they did. Now it’s time to collect that debt. Ready on your mark, let’s get set. Finally the time comes to get wet. The women who are soaked, their brains are now lit similar to a light bulb missing its switch. Like a witch the bitch misfits. Excuse my French I’m sucked in. Now that’s intense. There’s more to life that plays the fence, henceforth go to that place that reeks of sour dispense. Tales he tells, now check his sense, he owns little cents. His words he writes will be engraved in tens across the universe until it sinks. Rocheny stops for a few seconds while realizing there is no need to prolong his artistry via ink. So Rocheny then uses his pen as a wand and writes think of this ink being spluttered out from a, from a seahorse who is giving life to all. He minds his own in time with light beneath his legs as he lets go. The snaps back a inks out. All to tell a tail about a true story that will take place tomorrow. He will come in and he will read quietly as others read. Before they read this part he will have a smirk on his face. Someone will ask him why are you smiling and he will say I told you so. After that he will say I wrote this when. Idiots assume because Idiots are Idiots until they aren’t. He said trust me I’m not an Idiot, yes I once was. Idiot.

I Had No Choice!

              I didn't want to do it but I had no choice . I couldn't take it anymore. I was being disrespected, hurt , manipulated, and deceived. I was being hurt more than I could even handle and enough was enough. It was time to take a stand against this man I once fell in love with . It all started one night while Jimmy was in the shower , I heard a noise I didn't know what it was so I ignored it . Than I heard it again , sounded like a thump under the bed. I looked and it was another woman . I screamed and dragged her out by her hair . But before beating her up and calling the police I let her explain . She said to me " Jimmy was her husband as well and she wanted to know who the other one woman was ". It turned Jimmy was living a double life and there was only one way to handle this situation and get even . So I told her that I had a plan to get back at Jimmy . We met up the next day and spoke details but I also had a trick up my sleeve that I didn't let her know about . 

                   Few weeks passed and we set our plan into action . It was 8:39 Friday night .  Marisa told Jimmy she had a special dinner planned for them and a special surprise for him that he would love . I hid in the bedroom closet as they had dinner and made their way to the bedroom. Before I popped out the closet Marisa tied Jimmy to the bed so he wouldn't get away. Stupid fool thought she was trying to be  freaky but in all reality it was me as his special surprise . I hoped out the closet with a two guns in my hand pointed at the both of them . " You two thought I was stupid and didn't know that you were together HA! , try again I knew all along about your little marriage  . Just needed Marisa to give me all the details . Trust I wasn't surprised to see you under our bed that night I knew eventually you'll be coming . So I had this all planned out " I shot two shots at the both of them and killed them both in style . Got some garbage bags to hide their bodies and  put them in my truck and drove off to the woods . I dug two big holes and proceeded to drop their bodies but what I didn't expect was that someone had been following me . Along with the cops . I was caught and couldn't do anything about it . And now I'm sitting here in prison serving two counts of second degree murder . Damn!

Nightmare

After Partying for hours in a close by friends house, the girl wanders, into an old house close by. She explores the old house, tired from a long night of loud music and crowd of people, trying to find a place to sleep. As she explores, she finds furniture covered with white sheets. She suspects no one has lived here in years. When she walks upstairs she finds a bedroom. Tired from partying she lays down on the bed. She close her eyes and opens them only to find herself in a different place. She gets up from the floor and finds 10 dolls sitting on the shelf. Each one dressed a certain way and each one had a name tag next to their lifeless feet. As she continues to explore she finds a newspaper article. Headline says
" TEN MISSING FROM COLLEGE DORM"
She read the article that states all 10 names of the girls that went missing. Names on the newspaper were the exact same names given to the dolls. She shook as goosebumps went down her spine. She started to panic.
She say " This is only a dream!This is only a dream!"
Man behind her says " This is not a dream!!!...YOU'RE NUMBER 11!!!!!".

By: Kenny Narvaez, Abigalle Toyo, simranjeet kaur

Good student

Kevin Zheng

Back then I was a really bad kid. Being sent to the office like every other day. Standing up on chairs and yelling out curse words in class was probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done. Also flipping off while they’re yelling at me and putting hand sanitizer all over the classroom was few of the immature things that I did. It got so bad that once I stepped into class the teacher told me to go straight to the office. The more she tells me that the worse I get. Once I stepped into the principal's office it was a straight detention. So it was like detention every other day for me. I was surprised that I wasn't expelled from school or even getting a suspension. That was probably why I kept on being rude and childish because I knew I wouldn't get into too much trouble. Also failing classes didn't really matter in middle school. I was just trying to get attention and trying to be funny but now when I think of it, I say to myself, “Why was I so stupid.” Distracting class every time I was in class and trying to be funny was probably my motivation to even go to class then. That's just stupid. Now I think that why would I even do that. I even get embarrassed sometimes even thinking about it and what I've done. What was the fun of flipping teachers off? What was the fun of getting sent to the office every day? What was the fun of getting detention and staying after school for an extra hour and a half? None of it. None of it was fun. To no surprise I failed the class. The year was coming to an end. I had to say goodbye to the wonderful teacher that sent me to the office every day. Going into High school was when I noticed in it was to mature up. The major reason for this was sports. Unlike middle school in High school when you fail a class you're kicked off the team. That was the motivation for me was to stay on the team. Now I noticed that grades matter and it feels better when someone asks you questions like “what you get on your test?” Now I can say grades that makes me look good. This feeling was better than trying to be funny and trying to get attention. From this point on my life has changed. I fell in love with sports. Throughout the High school years I did track, cross country, basketball, and a whole bunch of others but those three were the main ones. Sports has taught me to be respectful, be responsible, and realize what is important and what is not. The feeling is great, well at least better than getting sent to the office every other day. All I want to say is thank you “sports,” without you there wouldn't be the person I am today.

Breaking News

Erykah Troop

Prof. John Talbird

English 102

                                                

 

   * BREAKING NEWS * This is Gale Weatherman coming to you live from our Times Square location. This just in, there was a explosion at 1 Police Plaza a few minutes ago. Fifteen people have been injured and five people have been confirmed as dead at the scene. Though we do not know what or who may have caused the explosion there was a duffle bag found at the scene. In it was an alarm clock, a piece of rope tied to an action figure and a note that read "That was only one, can you find the rest before time runs out ? - Xoxo" The mayor has commented and said "At this point in time we do not know where the other bombs are planted, but I'm going to ask the city of New York to come together in unity until we figure this out. We have enlisted help from the Armed Forces and other specialized forces like the NSA CIA and FBI. We will work effortlessly till we come to an explanation as to why this has happened to out city."

That was the last thing I remembered before I woke up under a pile of debris. The sheetrock pressed up against my chest made it hard for me to breath. That along with a pile of rocks and a cloud of smoke made my asthma act up severely. My ear was ringing, my head was banging and I couldn't see much. Only a few cut power lines sparking over the now destroyed cubicle and papers scattered over the floor. I looked to my left and I saw Janice, our new floor intern. She was fresh out of college and had only been working with us for a couple months, she was only 22 years old. I tried to gather my self to sit up, there was a huge hole in the wall. It was about 20 feet wide, and 15 feet high. I realized I couldn't move my legs, immediately I started to panic. Crying hysterically, i started feeling very light headed. Before I passed out all I heard was this loud thump, when I looked up all I could see was a silhouette of man. Who was it ? Strong and standing tall in a blue suit with a single white star on his chest. Was it him ? I could feel the Sheetrock be lifted of me with ease. That was it, I passed out. Next thing I know I was soaring through the sky like a bird who was drinking jet fuel. I looked up to see his chiseled face, serious as ever. It was him! He looked so intense, like nothing could affect his judgment. He looked down and gave me a smile, just like that I was out like a light.

Bully

Christopher Cartagena

I shoved him into the substitute teacher and began punching him. I could hear my classmates scream “stop” through my right ear while I continuously heard a beeping through my left ear. My frustration grew and I kept punching him. Someone grabbed me by the back of shirt and pulled me away from him. I turn around and see a large female security guard. I calmed myself down because I knew I was going to be in trouble. She told us both to get on the elevator because we are heading down to the dean. Trying to act tough I had put on a straight face. I looked at him and out of nowhere he started crying hysterically. Tears began coming down his face as the security guard comforted him. We got to the dean’s office and I could tell the dean was disappointed by the expression on her face. Maybe it was too early in the day for her to be having students in her office. She asked us “what happened?” Neither of us said anything. “No one is going to say anything?” Her nose flared and she began to frown. “Fine, write on a piece of paper telling me what happened” she said. Both of us took out a sheet of loose leaf paper and a pencil from our own bags. After we finished writing we gave the dean our paper. She read his paper first out loud “He shut down my computer and began hitting me” then she read mine out loud “He slapped my left ear with full force after I turned off his computer”.