What About Me

basement only had one exit, which was no longer an option for me to use. Instantly I thought that if I could not get out I must find a way to learn more about what I was down here with. So I began yelling “HELLO?, HELLOOOO?”. There was no response. I was now waving my flashlight around to hopefully get even the slightest glimpse of what I had saw a few minutes ago. While I was looking for the mysterious shadow, I noticed a few things about my intimidating location. First I saw a few rusted…

” Joe said. “I can't imagine not smelling cow shit every morning anyway. It’s soothing.” We started laughing until we were both standing there looking at the other, crying. It was the first time Joe and I had spoken that deeply about being an Albert— what it meant and what it felt like. We crumbled at the same time and sat by the wheelbarrow and wiped at our tears and sweat, the liquids hard to tell apart. I ran my palms over the dry grass in the field like it was water, inviting and mysterious.…

shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. Jay hasn’t really said anything about what happened and I don’t think he really cares. He’s been calling me more often so I think that means whoever he was supposed to be seeing cut him off. This has all been happening for a purpose; every single time we try to go against each other it never works out. We are meant to be for each other. . .maybe he’s finally starting to see this. We stayed up until three in the morning last night talking about absolutely…

first topic I picked was Trovants from Contesti, Romania. I looked at a couple of sites, but it didn’t look interesting to me. It was living rocks that can move, grow, and reproduce, so I drew again. I drew the Anjikuni Lake in Canada. I looked through a couple of sites and decided that I would keep it because it looked interesting to me. I looked at more sites and each site helped me understand the disappearance of the people more and more. It is an unsolved mystery of the disappearing…

The movie Nightjohn is a prime educational movie about slavery in the antebellum south. In Nightjohn, a young curious girl named Sarny just turns old enough to start work. She was raised by another slave named Delie as her mother was sold when she was a small child. Sarny starts working at the same house under the same master that Delie works under. Her job is mainly to take care of their young son named Homer. One night, while everyone is sleeping, Sarny notices a man (Nightjohn) awake sitting…

“Santa.” “What?” “Call me Santa.” “… What do you want from me, Santa?” she repeated. “See those gifts?” He pointed to a table in the corner, stacked with toys and appliances. “Wrap them. I’ll be back with more.” Suddenly the Christmas-y tentacles reached out and dug into Dianna’s pockets, taking her and her boyfriend’s wallets. “What are you doing? Please, that’s all of my boyfriend’s Christmas money!” “I’m sure he’ll be happy to know it was used to for good. Have fun with the elves.” He…

Each week, Social Underground will go over the newest episode of the hit show Mr. Robot. There will be a recap of what happened, and then some commentary on what happened and where the show might go next. Trying to figure out where this show goes is pretty difficult since there are many plots that interweave. The good thing about that is having a show that’s unpredictable. No one like knowing the end of a season at the beginning. LAST WEEK’S RECAP: MR. ROBOT — RECAP AND ANALYSIS —…

down on the couch next to me. “Hey Ella, why don’t you go on BGT?” I asked, twirling a piece of my curly auburn-coloured hair around my index finger. “No, I don’t want to,” Ella mumbled in reply. “Besides, I’m not that good.....” “Oh, Ella,” was all I said. My sister is a knockout singer, like…

Ponyboy was really the first person I could express my opinions to and the first person I could really talk to about how I feel about this stupid social division we have to go by. Even though he doesn’t really understand how we Socs have problems too, I can see that he at least sort of understands- not completely, but just a little… Knowing that he sort of understands is a mixed feeling of relief and just a bit of an absurd feeling as well, I mean, a Soc and a greaser actually having a nice…

booth in the back, enclosed like the rest, but with a curtain at the opening. He drew the curtain back and waved them through. “Here you go,” he said smiling once again at Larah, then turned and walked away. As Larah sat down, she said, “That was odd. What kind of tavern is this?” Riasean pulled the curtain closed and sat down next to her. “I don’t think you want to know.” She glared at him with narrow eyes. After a moment, she said, “Yes, I do want to know.” He squirmed a bit in his seat…