Tagged: school
Architecture
Short Story They pushed me into the lockers and onto the ground. Derek and Burton ripped my clothes off and had everyone whip me with their belts. With every whip I was called...
Element School
Free-Form Poetry They sit there unaware In the chaos of their wooden chairs Playing with words and colors And the thoughts of the world Leaning on each other Assembling how it all works...
Freak – Part One
Short Story He was cold as he always was and starving in the only way he knew how. He had dwindling supplies so the next few days would be rough as his body...
The Butterfly
Interesting Short Stories “So you’re the first person on Earth who decides to interact with another person. You see a man in the field and you walk up to him. What do you...
A Lesson From My Founding Fathers
I stiffly sit back in my creaking wooden school chair my blank-faced response to the professor’s inquiry now burning into a lovely scarlet the rosy color perhaps forming into the letter D for Dunce...
Mandy Knows – Part Two
But Mandy knew And yet she tried harder. “This way they’ll see,” She thought, “All the hours I spend To make them happy.” But Mandy kept getting Disappointments and sighs Sometimes they’d even Roll...
Naked Inattention
Haibun Poetry We change from gym in the boy’s bathroom — talking about something that grabs my undivided attention. We walk down the gray-brown granite hallway to our first-grade class. We step inside....
The Death Knell of Columbus
Haibun Poem The women wear suits. We file into the auditorium for our December Professional Development. Our Principal, Lisa, stands at the front. “Our agenda has changed. Please let me introduce our superintendent…”...
American Rain
I sat there for a moment, feeling the support of the two tiny legs of the red stool. Before that day, I’d never been relegated to the corner. It’s not that I was a...
Observation
Contemporary Haibun Poem The silence unnerves me. My questions are met with their sealed lips and indifferent eyes. Outside our classroom, dappled Maple leaves collapse onto concrete. Time passes. My failing lesson tightens...
Morning Dew
Dampened morning early quietness still and alone chilly and cold a bittersweet silence. The school’s hallways dripping torn streamers faded posters paper airplanes and sleeping chalk monsters. Sunlight sailing moving across rust of monotones drying...
