When I turned 18, I was quick to move out of my parent’s house. My parents had moved us from New York City to the countryside in Maine. My parents saw this as a much smarter move, and, looking back, it really was. It was safe out there. Crime was almost unheard of. No worries, no fear of our house being broken into. It was … Continue reading Stay. By Eric Lethcoe.
“Hey, Angel,” Levi giddily greeted his girlfriend through the phone. There were some muffled sounds on the other end of the line. “Levi,” Angelica announced, in a surprised manner. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m getting ready to get on the plane,” he placed his luggage on the small carousel, his hand still latched onto the phone. “Oh, you’re coming here?” “Yeah, … Continue reading The Third Chance. By: Chloe Riggs
Dear good ole sav key, (or whatever your new last name is… macnamee? anyways), I’m terrible at expressing how I feel, and I know that you know that. You’ve impacted my life in a big way and I want you to know that. Not just because this is an assignment, and I have to tell someone they have impacted my life. I want you to … Continue reading To My Old Teacher, From Alyssa Wagner.
Many people say people go through relationships and try to say things will be okay. Being with you as long as I was, I knew what was wrong with you by hearing your voice. That was another kind of love for someone. You stood beside my side during the darkest moments in life. From the time you meet your girlfriend’s parents for the first time, … Continue reading To My First Love. From: Brandy Capps
“SHE TOUCHED YOUR TATTOO!” I say clenching my fists and breathing deeply. “Babe, it was nothing like that! you’re just exaggerating!” Matt says. He reaches out and tries to move the hair that’s in my face. I smack his hand away and walk to the opposite side of the kitchen and lean against the counter. “Was she pretty?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “Now … Continue reading Jealousy Kills. By Glory Stoll.
First things first– I am not crazy. People like to call me that, say I’m psychotic, but I’m not. I am just bored. Curious, perhaps. And some people don’t deserve to live. My mother used to tell me that when I was a child, I was dropped on my head, and that’s why I was so messed up. I used to kill and preserve small … Continue reading He Deserved It. By Virginia Burns.