I met Ashlee when she signed up for gymnastics at our gym, she was five years old. This girl walked through our gym’s doors with little muscles bulging on her arms and these piercing blue-gray eyes. Sometimes I caught myself staring at those eyes and thinking they looked too grown up to be on a sweet little girl’s face, I was right.
Heat radiates off the destructive flames, slowly licking up the darkness. The bats circle the soft black sky above the fire. The stars are faint hues in the sky. The light from the moon brightens the black surroundings.
At first glance, Leo LeTellier looked like any other senior in the nursing home on a rainy Tuesday afternoon.
He relaxed quietly in his wheelchair, eating his peas, roast beef with gravy and a small cup of fruit. His coffee sat on the side of his tray, virtually untouched, and would remain there until the nurse comes to pick it up.
Juliet is not your typical 21 year old. Although she does enjoy using her dad’s credit card, her mom’s extra cash, and her paychecks from her work to spend money on pointless materialistic things, she yearns for a deeper fulfillment in life.
There’s no need to keep my mattress clear or save a small corner for me to curl up in. It’s not surprising to find a plethora of items under pillows, lost in blankets, kicked to the foot of the bed, etcetera.
Today in Speech class, my teacher posed us students a question. “How do you know I am who I say I am?” And I knew instantly what the answer was. Or at least the academic answer that she was looking for. No matter who the speaker of that question happens to be, the answer is:
Have you ever felt it? That sense of freedom that embraces you while gazing at the ocean surf? For me, observing one breaker after another crashing against the rocks on the back shore creates a paradox of thought.
The gravel crunches underneath my mother’s minivan as she pulls off the road, bearing for the three houses. The buildings are rotting and long-abandoned, and it seems that some darkness lurks behind the peeled siding and boarded-up windows.
A passage from the initiation ritual said, “The good girl will get the gold.” The new girl isn’t as shy as I was back then. She’s making solid square corners all around the Assembly room, and as expected the girls are sitting casually yet impatiently at their stations.
I walked out of my family’s apartment in the West Village of New York City and the cold caressed my face like the cold hand of the grim reaper… This is how I knew that fall was here and that the best summer of my life was now over.