Tell Me What You See

“So he can talk after all.” (page 120) is what the nurse said the moment Dally and I came in, after having Johnny slightly opening his eyes and faintly saying, “Hey guys.” I was so happy to see that despite Johnny’s body dying and falling apart, his soul was complete and full of the Johnny I always knew and loved. I quietly moved to the side and whispered to the nurse, “How’s he doing?” I knew that in that moment I was to expect the worst, but I just needed a hint of reassurance…

at the top of my lungs, but you can't hear me. You don't see the pain behind the smile, all you hear is the laughter through the pain, and no matter how many times I tell you I'm fine; you believe me. I just want to yell at the top of my lungs and say “Why should I even bother with love if no one will ever love me or the body I possess?” I didn't choose this face. I didn't choose this body. I didn't choose my personality, it just; happened. I don't know why I can't see my beauty I just know that…

Writing helps me express my feelings so people can get to know me better. I do not like talking in front of the class, so instead I like to write because I’m a very shy person. Writing is a huge thing in my everyday life for an example when I do homework, I make a list and it’s just the little things like that, that help me become a better writer. I don’t hate reading, but I like writing a lot better than reading because writing I can write memories and things that happened to me on that day.…

The blood curling scream escaped from the man sitting in front of me. As his thick green blood coming down from fresh gash on the top of his forehead. He brought his head up for me to see. The Plague’s eyes a dark marsh green. If I was a regular person, he eyes would feel like it was burning in my soul. “I bet you didn’t see this coming now did you?” I spit out. I walk slowly to him, taking out my poisoned blade. The Plague smiled. I knew that he was trying not to look hurt and regain his lost…

Sometimes somebody hurts you so much, it stops hurting at all. Until something makes you feel again and then it all comes back. Every word, every hurt, every moment. How could you ever understand where I come from? Even if you ask, even if you listen, you don’t really hear or see or feel. My past defines me. This is who I am. I am unseen, unheard and unwanted. That is what I am, if even I am anything at all. Reflecting- The sun comes up every morning, but do you know where? For me each place…

Crazy Dog Evie Maestas “EWW!” my brother screamed. Lou my dog ate a diaper it was gross that must taste nasty. My family and I took him to the vet I was so scared that he might die. My dog Lou feels like my phone vibrating he's shaking so much he must feel really scared and overwhelmed by the people surrounding him. The vet said he is going to be ok. I feel bad for him. After we left the vet my dog was still shaking and we…

logic. When you teach a three year old a new word, it’s as if it’s just been created. As if it did not exist before this moment; and for that small moment, that word is the only thing that matters. As one would imagine, explaining the word divorce to a toddler could be a somewhat daunting task. I don’t remember being told, but I imagine what it must have been like for my parents to tell me they weren’t going to live together anymore. I assume it went something like this: “Molly, could you…

I wake up and I see bright lights, doctors, and cords and wires everywhere connected to different things all over the place and also on me, I then realise I was in the hospital. “Do you remember anything that happened?” I hear one of the doctors ask. “I was on my way home and this car came out of nowhere and ran me off the road” I say mumbling. “Well it sure wasn't an accident, otherwise the car that ran you off the road wouldn't have left” the doctor says while I'm thinking whether or not I…

merchants, country of the hard-headed. They tell me that you lack of security and I believe them, for I have heard the news of kidnappings and rapes of young children. And they tell me that you are ungoverned and I answer: yes, it is true I have seen people go to political power just for their own personal benefits. And they tell me that you are inhumane and my reply is: you’re well sourced, it has shown in the media, how the average Haitian worry about what they are going to eat or feed their…

I finally made the courageous decision to tell my mother the secret I had been hiding for just over a year now. I had been contemplating if this was the right thing to do, but came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to be kept concealed in this closet of hatred I had myself living in. My life seemed empty with the knowledge that I wasn’t being myself and no one truly knew who I was. It was a late Sunday evening, when the sun was just escaping my view into the unknown horizon and the moon…