Monthly Archives: September 2015

September 30: On The Road

Pause. Time stops. Photography: edit the photos I’ve always wanted to edit, look through the thousands and thousands I already have, go out and take countless more. Travel: go on that road trip with my friends we’ve been planning, go … Continue reading

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“I Didn’t Do Anything Wrong!”

The sky is blue. The breeze flows lightly. The leaves brush softly. The voice echo soundly. All seems well. I glance outside my window and discover something that isn’t all that well. There’s police tape here and there. There’s police … Continue reading

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Two Yellow Butterflies

My heart stops, skips a beat, something. Earlier today, I looked outside my window and saw these two beautiful, yellow butterflies traveling across my backyard. They circled each other in graceful motion as they went this way and that. Where … Continue reading

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September 24: Standstill

She looks up at the sky. The sun shown brightly behind the dazed clouds. The wind brushed her hair against her skin ever so lightly. Her eyes sparkled violet blue in the sunlight…but not from happiness. Her shoulders are wide … Continue reading

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Time To Go

The apartment is quite a good size. The oak door stands behind me. The walls are painted a close navy blue with simple designs of white in the corners, growing to the center of the canvases. The ground beneath my … Continue reading

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Always a Next

I’m walking down the hallway when I see them. Two of my friends…fighting…again. I pick up my speed and drop my bag a little away. “Let go.” I ordered, yanking his hand away from her wrist. His eyes widened for … Continue reading

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Why Now…

My heart skips a beat. My words don’t come as easily. I don’t know where to put my hands and feet, where are my eyes suppose to be. I shuffle my papers in front of me. I occupy myself drawing … Continue reading

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September 22: What Makes a Teacher Great

I’ve look up to teachers who have passion for the subject they teach/what they do. I looked up to those who show compassion and understanding towards their students. I love seeing teachers who are taken seriously, not because they are … Continue reading

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Old Childhood Friend

Justin passes one of his friends. He knows something is up, but doesn’t make a move to see what’s wrong. The way she held herself, the way she walked, the look in her eyes, the little things that were different … Continue reading

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I Don’t…

I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear your excuses. I don’t want to hear your questions. I don’t want to hear the things you have to say. I don’t want to hear your voice. I don’t … Continue reading

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