Shed a Tear

As the note, slid to the floor beside her feet. Tear drops slid down Isabella’s face. She stared into the fire lost, confused and alone as she reminisced on the past few months……… Being, the youngest daughter of one of the country’s, most influential men. Isabella never had a normal childhood. Sheltered by her father and three sisters; she felt trapped and never truly herself. Her father, Warth, was a wealthy merchant and was traditional, in every aspect of his life and proud of the customs of…

Farewell My Love My face was blank with no expression, as my fellow classmates cried their eyes out. Hugging and kissing went on simultaneously while others waved goodbye through the windows of the crowded, filthy bus. I felt no emotion other than the warm, silky, hands of Amy who sat beside me on our ride home. “Idiots aren’t they… huh?” Amy smirked faintly. “Totally who would cry about such a thing,” I snickered. “ Why can’t they understand that high school starts only in a few months and…

As I wake up in this stranger’s home with tears coming down my face I asked myself would I ever see my parents again. It all started when I was in second grade. One day I was messing around and I got in trouble with my dad, and I could tell that he furious his whole face was red and I swear I could see the smoke come out of his ears, so I ran away from him, but he trapped me in the corner and he took off his belt and he started beating me while I laid on the floor I can feel the sting of the…

‘Huh?!’ Startled, I opened my eyes. Looking around, I realized that I’m no longer in my room. Everything is dark. Not dark like the color black or the night, but dark like despair, like a sadness that knows no end. Dark like all the happiness, joy, and hope had been sucked out of existence here. ‘Dark like my life.’ I take a step forward and the floor lits up with a blinding light. So bright that I couldn’t look down anymore. I was awestruck at that moment. At my feet, the light was…

I don’t wanna see you with a gun again” boomed father as I just stood there taking the punishment. Mother cowered in the corner watching it unfold that was okay I didn’t want her hurt. He sent me to my bedroom where I let the tears fall as I fell into a solemn slumber, not long after I heard screaming, he was yelling at mother again and I heard the slap. Running out of my room quietly I peeked from round the walls, where I saw mother on the floor crying clutching her cheek. Father…

On the Should of a Stranger The sound of my shovel breaking the ground is the only noise that reaches my ears. The warm tears running down my cheeks, the only thing I feel. I slow down my breathing to match the rhythm of the steady chink of my shovel as it enters the dirt, almost reaching a hypnotic state. Anything to keep my mind off what is happening. Chink. An image of me on my knees beside the road flashes before my eyes, and with it comes a searing pain. My shovel misses its mark and…

My heart dropped to the ground and my eyes fluttered with tears. I was in denial; no, I told myself, my mother was not going anywhere. Later on that day, my sister, grandmother and I went to see mom and as I walked in the room, she start smiling, telling me I looked beautiful and pointing at my hair. She was so amazed at me but as I was looking at her; I was trying to fight the tears from falling. I didn’t want to let her see me sad because she was already suffering. She…

A Conversation Between Myself(s): A One-Act Play (Several versions of myself occupy my bedroom. Sassy me – also mildly sarcastic – leans against my doorway, arms crossed. Logical me sits attentively at my desk. Stressed me lays on my bed, eyes closed. Pensive me sits on my windowsill and looks outside silently. Cheerful me sits at the foot of my bed, smiling.) Stressed: (sighs heavily) Writing this “Why UChicago” essay is really stressing me out. My brain hurts. Sassy: (rolls eyes) What’s new?…

Kneeling over top of her in that pure white dress trying to find the words I need to say was difficult. I had tears in my eyes and my heart felt like it was about to beat right out of my chest. My whole body wash shaking, and it felt as though I was going to vibrate right though the floor. All eyes are on me as I am in a trance like state not being able to look away from my hands. That night looking down at my blood soaked hands would change the way I looked at myself for the rest of my…

It was late at night when my mom was laying down eating popcorn and suddenly, she started having contractions. “Ugh, I am not feeling well, “ she said. She held her stomach. My dad and I looked worried. “Is it the baby,” we said, “ are you okay”. I was worried. Her expression showed she was in pain. My mom was holding on my dad like she was about to fall off a cliff, and her facial expression looked scared and like she was hurting. My dad knelt at her side, Kneaded her back. “I think we have…