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            I'm late again for the hundredth time in my life. Well there's only one way out of this one. I grit my teeth as a swallow all my regrets and prepare to beg forgiveness.

            "Sorry I'm late, sir"

            "Any good excuses today?" his mood clearly indicates a complete lack of coffee which is another way of saying he's in a terrible mood.

            "Did you know there's a war?"

            "I'm going to entertain this for about 2 seconds, and yes there is always a war" He added an eye roll as he sat fingers poised over his keyboard. His next finger twitch would dramatically impact my future. Read more »

"Mom what are you doing?"

"I'm painting"

"On the walls mom? Why are you painting on the walls?"

"I thought they were to white, it feels like a prison don't you think"

"No not really, please stop"

"Don't touch me"

"Ah you got paint all over me, what are you doing?"

"Oh stop crying you're so weak, just like your father. Danny what did I tell you about that wall I don't want it painted"

"Mom, who are you talking too? Who's Danny?"

"What are you blind, Danny he's standing right there. God didn't I teach manners? Stop being so rude!"

"There is no Danny, did you forget again?"

"I didn't forget anything, just leave me alone"

"Mom please, please would you just stop? Just take the pills like the doctor told you"

"What did I tell you about crying?"

"Fine"

"Finally, some peace and quiet right Danny?" "What Danny? You don't like the blue? I thought it was a marvelous color. Reminds me of the sky, don't you think?" "Yes, you're right a sun would be a perfect addition. Splendid!"

"911 what is your emergency?"

"Could you please send someone? My mother has lost it again"

"Yes a squad car is being sent now. Please remain a safe distance from the subject. Can you describe for me what is happening? Do you feel like your in danger?"

"No, no I'm not in danger; she's just painting all the walls in the house and talking to him again."

"Who is she talking too?"

"My brother, but he's been dead. He's been dead for almost two years" Read more »

"Can you see that?" His voice echoes across the cave to me.

            "I can't see anything its dark" his deep laugh is the only reply. I'm struggling to suppress the urge to totally freak out. I'm stumbling through the dark and my only thought is the ceiling is going to fall in on me. "Brian come on can we just leave? Please?" But I know my pleading his worthless. His mind is set on some goal that I haven't even dreamed up yet.

            "Don't worry so much" he calls back to me. Maybe it's back I'm not quite sure cause the words reverberate all around me and direction is completely lost.

            "I don't know where you are, I don't even know which direction I'm going in" I mumble but it comes out more like a roar cause the cavern picks up the words and throws them around.

            "That's kind of the point" he calls from somewhere. I hinge on the essence of his voice. I reach out somewhere in front of me with the insane hope that I can grab it and never let go. I've never loved a sound so much, the sound of not being alone. Read more »

“Can I see your hands?”

            “My hands?”  My voice crumbles in my throat. How could I say no? I reach out hesitantly placing my hands palms up. His delicate fingers wrap around them tightly at first, as though he doesn’t want to let go. I can see in his eyes the wonder. I want to ask a thousand questions but my mouth and my brain have decided to protest one another. He lets go so that he can rub his palm over mine. He traces the small callus at the base of my fingers. I don’t know how long we stand there with him drawing circles around my palm.

            “Have you ever been to war?” his hands don’t stop moving over mine as the words pass through the silence between us. I sense the simple curiosity has some deeper meaning but my words escape me.

            “No” I reply concentrating on not keeping my hands from shaking under his keen eyes.

            “Do you think he’ll come back?” the words are muttered and I think I must have misheard him. As much as I could pretend the words escaped along the gust of southern wind, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. Read more »

Build me a road to Islamabad
so I may simply just
breath the air
cool and sweet
the desert wind
kicking up dust in the distance Read more »

**Author’s Note: In writing this story, I attempted to replicate the writing style of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, author of the Sherlock Holmes mysteries. **

                Standing at the corner of Grosvenor and Davies Street after a brief promenade at daybreak, I removed my pocket watch from my waistcoat as I waited for a cab. I had but a brief twenty-four minutes to make my way to my acquaintance’s residence; it was not in me to make a foul first impression by arriving tardy. When the small, one-horse carriage arrived, I promptly ordered the driver to carry on with posthaste. The minute hand on my golden pocket watch had only traveled a quarter of its way around the clock when we arrived at my destination. As I disembarked from the cab, I took a gander at the small, wooden street sign, which marked the road as Baker Street. Read more »

The man opened up the book with the black leather cover. It was empty. The man chuckled to himself, walked around the room, then returned to the book. On the upper right corner of the thin, glossy cover, a small red seal no more than an inch in diameter with the shape of a lion in the center could be seen. In the upper left corner, a similar seal was stuck on the cover, except this one had the image of a lamb. Obviously, the man thought, without any consideration or doubt, this book was to contain the story of a lion and a lamb, but it had not yet been written. Read more »

Life at sea

By Molly Taylor
Montpelier High School, Grade 12

Sometimes I wonder about blue.
I dream blue
I think blue
I hear blue
It’s the sound of his voice at dusk.

I wonder what happens to blue
When he swirls it with white
As if the sky is melting together
Under his feet.

And what happens
When he experiments with orange
Imagining it the sun,
The heat,
The life within the blue.

And the green,
The yellow,
The colors of the brightest fish…
Hoping he can take them all,
Under the water,
Into this abyss.

What happens when he mixes blue Read more »

I can’t sleep.
The heat is too much.
The moon moves slowly across the sky,
Yet here I lay awake...

The heat is too much,
I need to go.
Yet here I lay awake.
I leave the house,

I need to go,
my feet slap against the cool pavement.
I leave the house.
Run from the memories now.

My feet slap against the cool pavement.
I miss you.
Run from the memories now.
Why did you leave me?

I miss you
the moon moves slowly across the sky
why did you leave me?
I can’t sleep.

Can't you see me?

By Jasmine Carpenter
Montpelier High School, Grade 11

I walk through the night
People pass me but they look right through me.
Can you see me? I shout at them.
They just walk on by.

I remember crashing,
then the feeling of nothing.
Can you see me? I shout
To a couple of teen girls.
They just walk on by.

I'm confused,
here I am,
plain as day.
Screaming at the people,
but they say nothing back to me,
they don't even look at me.

I remember blood,
Then here I am in the middle of town.
Can you see me? I shout to a business man Read more »

Look up at the sky,
What do you see?
Lights billions of light years away you say.
I see broken dreams, tears running free.
I hear swearing and name calling from the moon to the stars.
The past comes back to life at night
And with ever glance up
I still see you smiling down at me.

You spin words around
and around.
Like I know how to now.
You keep to your self
so no one can see
the true self I can see.
No one knows,
the pritty little lies.
All spun around like a spiders web
that you dont know of
until you step trought it.

I thought you were true.
I thought you knew better.
But now i see all the tangles and knots
you made for me,
just for me.
Like a spider you wait,
and wait,
in a hole until the day
you can kill,
the fly that was once called me.
You pritty little lier

I can see the lies
as you talk more
and more.
I can hear your old heart try to ring true,
once more.
Then I hear it killed
by the spider once more.
Now all I know are the lies you gave to me.
you are no longer pritty you lier.

I hope that succeeds
I hope this whole thing suceeds
I think it will work
the help is on the way
I want a good weekend
No nervousness
but yes very scariness
I find a corner
to be safe
I get in people's way
But sometimes I am out of it
Let's run and run
and sleep and sleep
That will get over
and my feelings will be out
Be excited for the next day
Oh no don't ache
Business, business
I hope it goes smooth
I hope I survive
No troubles 'till Monday
AAAAHHHH!

Nervousness, excitement
ready for the day
But that's not what I meant
soccer game this afternoon
a yummy lunch I'm having at noon
I hope to do well in class today
and at least get one A
I am seeing some friends around
but I have stuff to do
and now it's about 8:20

Walking around town
seeing some people around
hanging outside
sleeping inside

I went for a hike
Oh, such a big walk
while I was constantly hearing my brother talk

We hiked at Mount elmore
I had two days of this weekend
I went to a couple of yard sales
and when I was bored I checked my e-mails

I like to sleep in
as well as hanging out
I did some reading
and I love eating

It got pretty hot
and my desk is my writing spot
Well it would be nice If I could rule
and tommorrow I go to school

Eighth grade homeroom
useful things such as pencils
human beings, children and teachers
decorations of photos, maps and posters
In the back of the room we use computers
There is one little chalkboard
but is covered by overhead and a whiteboard
In a little corner you can see a scale
Our classroom certainly has some males
On the ceiling is stars
Near teacher's desk a mobil of planets including Mars
Two closets
People with pockets
Most people do not hurt
Some people are wearing skirts
by the looks
we have some books
there's a pink sign of class rules
as well as a couple of stools

Winter Winter,
you won't get a splinter

During winter
you'll have lots of fun
such as sledding,
skiing, skating and all that fun

The snowflakes are falling
on the trees
no more leaves, that's too bad

We shall stick out our toungues
and catch the snowflakes
yum! yum! yum!

Now are you ready to sled
On your mark get set sled
oh no you fell
but at least your not dead

Now we should build
a snowman instead

But Oh no! It fell down
We will all go to the pond
and skate along the ice

But you can't go by yourself
you need a playmate

Oh no you fell
you better go inside

The midnight sky is the most magical, brilliant shade of blue I have ever seen. It is the definition of night. It is borderline to darkness, verging on black. The rich, consuming depth of color is full of secrecy and dreams. Shadows from the moon paint themselves across the street. It is elegant and soft, but it screams in silence. When dark blue envelops you, you become intangible. It’s the blanket of the evening. Open your eyes. Dark blue is bold.
Gravity bends around midnight blue. It leaves traces of life and laces of white in the smallest dots, the biggest stars.
As one thing leaves to become another, it fades away. Sometimes when you look at midnight blue, it gives you a chill of winter. Exhausted; the icy parameter of cold. I see the pacific blending in with the horizon.

It represents nothing,

It represents everything.

The tears have dried away.
The anger has faded.
Now my blues has left for good.
The passion for you lessons ever day.
Now let me be,
let me live my life again,
but this time with out you Mr.Blue.

By Miranda Scott
Montpelier High School, Grade 10

A soul is a terrible thing to waste
Yet we seem to be able to let it just decay
While we poison ourselves with drugs and hate
And take advantage of each other in every possible way Read more »

Everything was ok/
untill that day/
you decided to runaway/
from the life you wanted/
from the life you needed with me./

So get the rain here/
I don’t care how hard it is/
I just need it to wash away/
All the pain and fears/
So I can move on/
With what I have today/
Get me a new life/
With you out of my head/
Get me away from yesterday/
Cause that was all hurt and bad/
So get me all that rain/
Just as soon as you can/

I asked you why/
And looked in to your eyes/
You just didn’t say/
Cause you know it would break me/

So get the rain here/
I don’t care how hard it is/
I just need it to wash away/
All the pain and fears/
So I can move on/
With what I have today/
Get me a new life/
With you out of my head/
Get me away from yesterday/
Cause that was all hurt and bad/
So get me all that rain
Just as soon as you can/

Now I’m sitting’ here with tear held up inside/
Trying’ to not to see what happened to me/
I use to be strong/ Read more »

By Jasmine Carpenter
Montpelier High School, Grade 10

I can feel the pain take over me.
I can feel you watching me.
Can’t I just go away?
Can’t you just let me take my heart back?
No matter how broken and torn
You may have been my love
But you were the only one to hurt me this way.
Can you see how much pain you caused?
Couldn’t you see the time I spent waiting for you
To give up the act you did
I waited till I knew the show ended,
To pack up and leave.
No matter if I wanted to give a standing ovation,
Or give you a slap in the face for the show you put on for me.
I acted like I didn’t want this anymore,
So I could steal my heart back,
And hope for the best.

So the world turns.
But I stand in place
Every thing moves around me.
But I just watch it go by.
Seconds turn to hours
Hours turn to weeks
But here I stand to see your face
Seasons change and faces never stay the same
But here I wait for you still.
Till I break the mold of every day.

They walked a road of sorrow
Waiting on the light of tomorrow
For now he'd been gone a day or so
To greater things then we'd ever know

I can't see you
Wonder why?
I'm not as strong
as before you died

"Oh, friends of mine
Shall we dine?
Partake a drop of wine?
Oh, friends of mine."

I can't see you
Wonder why?
I'm not as strong
as before you died

In that moment they recognized
The man they'd known, and before their eyes
He disappeared into the night
And so became your fragile state of mind

I can't see you
Wonder why?
I'm not as strong
because he lied

And they ask themselves as they retire
"Weren't our hearts burning with desire?"

I can feel your eyes,
watching me.
I hear your heart beat faster and faster,
waiting for me.
I smell your cologne,
surrounding us.
I feel your hands,
on my own.
I hear your voice,
whisper 'I love you'.
I smell the rain,
hitting the soft earth.
I feel your breath,
dance across my face as you lean into me.
Then,
I wake up.

I wake up and look around,
I dont know where I am any more.
I'm missing.
I know this is my room,
I know i'm in my house.
I'm missing.
Walking down stairs nothings the same.
This place has changed.
I'm missing.
When you walked out the door.
With my heart in tow.
You changed.