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The Class(y) Acts of Ultimate Snakes

Lalalala, wedding day, wedding day, who's afraid of her wedding day? Me? No, surely not. I'm excited! There's cake! And friends! And, oh yeah. That guy. The one I'm getting married to. I try not to think of him right now, because he's not actually in love with me and I'm definitely not in love with him. He's not bad. I'm not bad. We just both want things we can't have, and you know what they say. If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. And I'm with this guy, s...

Hey There, Delilah

She sat up in her chosen auditorium seat as the first notes of her best friend's chosen audition song rang across the stage. It was a song they sang together often, laughing at the fact that "Delilah" was the chosen name. Not in a mocking way, but one that based off of irony and admiration.But this time, when Iseline sang, the words weren't muffled from elbowing her best friend over and over. They were clear, fitting perfectly with her guitar as she slowly picked at the strings, melodic, and... beautiful.

Is it who you know?

I can tell you this. In my small town, the old adage ‘It is not what you know, but who you know that matters” certainly applies. And I would add to that “It’s not what you submit to local writing and art contests, but who you are related to that matters.” Regarding the latter, I think that Maggie Cutler submitted something from her daughter’s finger painting session in kindergarten in her winning entry this year. Mayor Cutler, one of the judges, must have liked her granddaughter’s artwork a lot, o...

Red Fire, Black Fire

Kier climbed up the ladder to the dust-filled loft that he and his brother used to share. He hadn’t returned to Karsen in a good few years – regrettably. He had spent his time travelling with the famed Corvina Varnseling – one of the most powerful witches in Rakatraah, and consuming every volume about magic that he could find.It was everything he had ever dreamed.But being back here, in Karsen with its old air was familiarity, was comforting.Even though the loft always smelt faintly of boiled cabbage, and the dust in ...

The Black Out

It was just like any day in the rainiest place in the world, New Zion South Carolina, I woke up with the rest of my platoon eager to get to work. You are probably wondering who I am, my name is James, James Paterman and I am a marine helicopter pilot. My squadron is called 8 D air capture squadron, or main job is to drop and carry supplies to men on the front lines. But today was different, when we got into the mess ha...

A DAY IN CROWD

Men, women fingered at you, you never turned back. You looked up, walked straight without blinking your eyes for a moment. It seemed you had indomitable vigor. You painted a camel on a paper and stuck it on your suitcase. And soon after, you headed to the station, you walked alone on your bare feet, holes in your pant, dirt on your shirt and the suitcase in your hand. Awaiting there under the fiery sun, you saw people had already occupied the benches. After waiting for an hour, you got a place to sit on a bench.

Talking to the Animals

The air was cool and as a lot of the trees were only party covered in leaves – the canopy above had spaces where the brightness filtered through. A soft light, gently made its way from top to bottom – bits of dust and tiny insects danced their way down on the sun beam. I leaned back as far as I could without toppling over and looked up. Blue sky filled the spaces that bare branches made and as I slowly watched high above...

By Any Other Name

It was adorable, the way she sat there working her way through her letters with chalk on the antique ‘silent book slate’ I made for her from a mini chalkboard. She didn’t need to practice the alphabet; she had learned to read and write over two years ago, but her penmanship was improving, so I didn’t say anything. She was dressed in the white ‘nightdress’ I had made for her in the fashion of the seventeen hundreds.My little Betty is lucky I like c...

Nanna's Reunion

It was midsummer's day in a quiet town on the coast of Ireland. The lazy summer breeze bent the tall grass in the meadow near Elsie’s grandmother’s house. They were having their annual midsummer's day party, their equivalent of a family reunion.  “Do I have to go mommy?” Elsie groaned as they approached the old house. Her grandmother was sitting contentedly on the porch, greeting guests as they arrived. ...

The Extraordinary Adventure of Jacob McMullen

Jacob McMullen was a curious child.He had read every book in the family bookshelf including the A-Z and the Dictionary. He knew the proper names of all the creatures that lived in the garden, from the insects to the flowers, and even the clouds.Jacob had hundreds of ideas stored in his brain, for rainy days and sunny days and all the days in between. The trouble was, he was not allowed to do any of them. When he had asked his mother if they could go to the shops, she ...

Pizza Talk

A placid smile was plastered on Ethan’s face as he ended the call with the DA office. The trial for the bank robbery will be postponed until next week. Both good news and bad news for the young attorney. Bad news because he spent his whole weekend studying the case, pulling an all-nighter, and had to hire a pet-sitting service to walk Terry--his Boston Terrier. Which he almost forgot that he ha...

Leaf Lucidity

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Their graceful, orderly orange-yellow forms became engulfed by chaos and inelegance of the same color. This chaos moved along each leaf, I observed, turning everything behind it into a crumbling ruin of its former self. I looked around to see if this was all, and soon found that it was. Everywhere I looked, leaves burned, soon morphing into piles of...

Skye's Heart-Original Copy

Dericia Winnick smiles as she watches her daughter Skye, playing in the front yard. Skye is catching grasshoppers with Luka, her best friend. She has a lot of other friends that are in her second grade class, but they care more about girly things like their glitter tattoo kits and nail art than they do anything else. Luka, who is also the same age as Skye, likes outdoor activities and doesn’t complain when he gets dirt ...

The Devil On Your Shoulder

The scream rang in my ears as the pain transported me, the varying pitches overlapping like slates of rock grating against each other. The feeling of dissociation dragged my mind and body apart, my paralysed muscles haunting me. Somehow, I was floating, yet sinking; drifting yet chained. I was drifting deeper and deeper into an unknown depth, imprisoned to a weight which crushed my pulpy chest. The pain u...

Technology: A Portal to Destruction

Do you ever wake up from a strange dream - one that you've had before - and wonder why you had it? Do you ever feel like a higher being is trying to get your attention somehow, whether for good or for bad? I have... I have been haunted by a dream for the past 2 weeks. Every night it is the same... I wake up from some sort of coma with a major headache. I feel tired and anxious, like my subconscious knows something that I don't. So I leave my room out of interest in a Tylenol pill to give me relief. But as I s...

Karma, baby

Kate took a deep breath and pushed open door number 2, a jolt of fear and uncertainty lancing through her chest. How did she know this was the right door? How did she know this psycho really did have Izzy back there? Could she still change her mind? She hadn't stepped all the way through door 2 yet and she couldn't see anything anyway, just a blank wall. Should she try door number 1 before going any furth...

Saddle Up

Jesse James, Cole Younger, George Armstrong Custer, had brothers, friends, cohorts to play off of. Even Pinocchio had a Jiminy Cricket, I got Bob. Bob is one of those characters, who not only believes there is nothing he can’t or won’t do.  It is because he is the best at everything he does, according to The Book of Bob. Thinking, even knowing sometimes, doesn’t make a wrong a right, or st...

Just A Bit Quiet

“Why didn’t you ask me if I wanted to come?”“Well, I didn’t have to. I knew you wouldn’t,” my sister said as she perched on the stairs to double-knot her shoelaces. “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. You hate both crowds and rustling people’s feathers. Remember last week when you wrote that strongly worded letter to your school principal? What was it doing in the wastebasket?”“It had served his purpose,” I said defensively. “Obviously I never intended to send it. Anyway, of course I’m interested. Yo...

NEVER TALK IN A LIBRARY

NEVER TALK IN A LIBRARY I am a bookworm.  Strangely , in this world of information tech(storm)ology and fast communication, I somehow like to go and sit in the remote corner of a library, take a book, turn its leaves enjoying the feeble sound of turning a page, the silent atmosphere around, and reading the lines slowly and contemplating the nuances of the narration o...

Redemption

‘Stay.’ That’s all she would have needed to say. One word. But she hadn’t. ‘Stay.’ So he hadn’t. How much she wanted to tell Nick about it. How much she wanted him to understand there were some words — or lack thereof — that you could not recover from. How much it hurt. Still. Always. Debilitatingly so. For evermore. But Nick... Nick had to learn for himself. She ...