I woke up on the 26 bus It goes straight to his house 26 is also in his number And in mine Maybe it’s the universe telling me something Maybe it’s just a coincidence But I hope its not His hands reach out When he’s single 9th grade We made out in the movie theatre … Continue reading Passenger’s Story, by Tsuko Johnson
It’s like growing old, you don’t realize it while it’s happening, but one day we all will wake up and look in the mirror and merely notice with sudden surprise- we are old. The surprise is unexpected, but the change is gradual.
Most people think Xavier is crazy. Misinformed arrogant people often think he’s “retarded.” More understanding people simply describe him as “different,” and they certainly wouldn’t be wrong, he is indeed very different.
To the ones taking deep breaths, and to the ones with exasperating sighs. To the ones gasping for air, their mouth just above water.
There is something primal inside me that leads me into a chase. Like when a rabbit darts in front of me as I walk through a park, I always get a little twitch. I have to stop myself from darting after it like a lunatic.
100 Word Story by Stephen Harris
I used to think I was in love with my bank teller. Her name was Jules. She never actually gave me her name herself, but that’s what her name tag said. Jules... Jules. Such a beautiful name. Jules. Like units for electricity, “joules”. Oh I thought there was some serious electricity between us. It just … Continue reading Bank Teller