What Is Art?

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…

“Hey, are you ready?” said my mother. She had been hounding me like a drill sergeant all morning. We usually headed to Kennebunkport, Maine for a weekend every summer, but this year was different. I was invited to go on vacation to the lake with friends, and my mother said yes. I was grateful for the opportunity. “Are you sure you’ll be ok?” asked Mom, as she looked up the stairway. “Yes, Mom”, I replied, “I’ll be fine…. I’ll be down in a minute.” As I packed the last of my clothes, my…

were driving down the road, heading back to his house to bring him home. We were driving on a county road, listening to music, with the cruise control on. I reached back to grab my cd case (At the time I told my parents I swerved to miss a rabbit). What a mistake that was. When I turned around again, my friend said watch out you’re going to hit the mailbox. Of course being 17 and in a suv, I over corrected. Next thing I knew I was feeling like someone was hugging me, protecting…

was nearing, we seemed to break loose on what seemed like a promising attack. I…

at around the age 18. Both Nudge (girl) and Gasman (boy) are at around 10 to 13, and Angel is 11. Angel is basically Max’s daughter since Max had raised her since she was a baby. They all went to their cabin on the mountain and they were stunned at what they had seen. Max couldn’t take it any longer and decided to bring Fang with, leaving Nudge and Gasman…

When I was younger I was very nervous and excited for the week that was approaching. This was the first time I would take care of myself for one entire week. My mom was leaving town for an ENTIRE WEEK and I had to look after the house, cook, clean and everything else that mom would do while she was here. Before she left she had triple checked everything to make sure that the house wouldn’t burn down while she was gone. Of course it wouldn 't be that difficult since my sister was still home and…

us back to the first problem. I decided to just keep driving, I would find a place to go eventually. I ended up driving out of the city and onto more icy roads, I could hardly see past my own tears, let alone the snow that had begun to fall. After what felt like maybe ten minutes I could hardly see anything because of how heavy the snow was, my eyes felt so tired but I still couldn’t stop crying. I felt like a broken faucet. Then the next thing I remember is that I was somehow driving on the…

“This isn’t actually happening? How could this be? What? Why?” These questions kept running around in my head as I stay up through the gloomy, cold nights. I desperately tried to disregard the darkness of the situation. It was problematic for me to focus on keeping warm in this blank, emotionless room when this situation, of roughly three months ago, had kept recapping in my mind – the intense pain shared between friends and family, endless tears, and the cramping of my hands from trying to look…

any scratches. Hey, what happened to your face?” Thunder rumbled in the distance as Millie tried to see the back door through her blurry eyes. She tripped over the threshold and stumbled into the kitchen. Turning from the kitchen sink, Hanna rushed to close the door against the wind, “Millicent, what on earth happened to your face?” “I think I fell off Pete’s bike.” “Go lie down on the couch.” Using a wet washcloth, Hanna wiped blood and gravel from Millie’s left cheek. “What happened?”…

Nothing happened. I try to ask her about it, track her down outside the library but she won’t say anything, just makes quick small talk and says she has to go. She’s really busy but let’s hang out soon, okay? It goes on like this for weeks. I don’t know what else to do so I keep playing racquetball with Seth, keep drinking. We stop going to Kiewit. * * * * Jasey corners me one night at a party, yelling over the music that I need to talk to Bianca. When I ask her why she just slurs something…