In the Air Tonight

out to be less refined." He added, seeking to ridicule my choice of men. "Oh…I see. You presume I am going out with Roberto." I laughed. "Even though I don’t owe you and explanation, I will regardless. If you must know, Roberto is not my date tonight. As enchanting as Roberto seems to be, I avoid dating people I share a working relationship. My date is Roberto’s friend.” I informed him. “I hope you have a great evening." I told…

might wear. The Circle is drawn in Air, Water, Fire and…

Have you ever met someone who changed your life? A person who made you believe in yourself, made you want to become a better person than you thought possible? But, when you first met that certain someone your whole perspective of them was different. They had this certain type of vibe that made it seem they weren’t interesting, that they were just a bland person. Well I have and she was the reason why I learned “Never judge a book by its cover” It was my senior year in second period. It…

an awful shift at the laundromat in which I worked. See, I was the night janitor there, and since the laundromat was open until midnight, my shifts start around 12:30 - 1 A.M. Some nights, it wasn't so bad. I could get done in under 2 hours. But tonight, I was stuck there for about 4 - 5 hours. It was a mess. Aside from the usual dirt, mud, and dog shit one might find on the floor, some slob had just dumped a load of filthy clothes - I swear they must've worked in the sewers by the smell - in…

The fragrance emitted by the lilies filled the air. The night blooming jasmine on the arbour opened their buds slowly releasing their scent. The cuckoo birds returned to their perch on the arbour. The setting sun cast a warm, orange glow across the village. The scene would have transported anyone to seventh heaven; especially, a poet or a painter. Lamps were turned on at all the homes. Radha watched the evening scene through a window in her home. She didn 't feel joy. She felt as if the setting…

morning routine, only her morning routine was actually an evening one because she worked midnights. A cup of java and a light meal energized her enough for a short run. Something about putting her feet to the pavement was extraordinarily exhilarating tonight. Then again, she always did have a penchant for the dramatic. This was going to be her year, no more staid lifestyle for her. Everything that had been hard, was now coming easy for her. Kicking carbs and sugar to the curb had been easy as…

Imagine mixing a hot room and a jury full of very different people. It can be thought that the outcome is not the most civilized, and neither are the people. The book Twelve Angry Men by Reginald Rose is a great example of this. And out of all jurors, the 7th is particularly interesting. Throughout the play, different factors influence a lot about what his decision is, and how he starts to act around the rest of the jury. The things he does impact the story, and reveal some interesting things…

pain and stress. His brother, Rufus, his friend Albus, and a few other people were also traveling alongside with Otzi. The temperature was so intense, that you could see the collision of your warm breath and the brisk iciness of the weather. The cold air prickles at your skin as you walk through the mountains. You could hear as the snow crunched through the silence of the evening. His clothing, domesticated goat hide leggings and his fur, cross-stitched leather boots, fur coat, and a bare,…

felt kinda plastic. You looked down on yourself in surprise, seeing that you were a little boy holding a balloon. This body you were in reminded you of the phantom that you encountered before. You realized that platforms spawned, levitating in the air with a balloon stuck midair on each level. Without thinking, you jumped on the nearest platform and collected the balloon. You rose, noticing an exit after you collected all of the balloons. You were about to twist the doorknob but a force held…

“Practice tonight after school; don’t be late,” spat Rebecca. Lily listened to our conversation the entire time, I could tell she didn’t like it. “Veronica, you promised to help me decorate my room after school, did you forget?” She murmured. “I’m sorry, but I’ve always…