Fiction

Jackie and I walk into the Cafeteria. I smell the overpowering scent of onions. The boys in front of me are poking each other with pencils. Today is a normal day like any other, but I sense something is off. I go about my day like normal though.

Windows. Windows like portals. Transparent portals radiating with fluorescent light. One could say almost magical, transparent portals radiating with fluorescent light. Magical, transparent portals that take you to another world.

If I could get in a spaceship and go anywhere, I would go until I found a planet that looked like it could be inhabited.

“The stones on the walkway were smooth and rounded…” 

The stones on the walkway were smooth and rounded, the same as the stones that towered above me in the fence surrounding the school. A warm breeze blew down the street.

The night time sky was decorated with the colors of nebulas that blanketed the 5th dimension. Nearby animals from mythological legends all perked their heads up when they heard the piercing cries of a baby.

Atlas looked on into the hazy night. The wind blew cold and harsh, or at least it was cold, she realized. In fact she couldn’t feel anything anymore. It all happened so fast…

It all began 24 hours ago when I started packing for college. My name is Clara and I have decided that I want to go to college. I don't know why you don't have to go to college to be a carpenter.

    Driving. The radio is playing a song, the words I remember but the notes I’ve forgotten. Someone is standing on the median. As we get closer, he gets larger and I can see his face. It is dirty. He looks at me. His eyes are vacant.

One couch for sale—72 inches wide, 34 inches deep, and 30 inches tall—in Vallejo, California. 

Click.
I adjusted my party hat and flashed a smile at the camera.“Not yet,” my sister said, leaning across the table. “I haven’t lit the candles.”

It’s the first day of school, ten minutes past eight, when some kid ambles through our classroom door.
Scuffed sneakers and faded jeans. Eyes somewhere between gray and blue and green. Scraped-up elbows and a banged-up lunchbox.
Ordinary.