At 3:00 am there was the phone call. Everyone knows when a phone rings in the middle of the night, something is wrong. It’s honestly one of those things you never expect. My grandfather loved to fish. He was like most men who told the stories of the ever-growing bass he caught. The water makes me think of him, streams, ponds, rivers. We would throw a line in anywhere, and even caught a baby catfish from a bridge once. His hugs were the best. . . I watch as my feet dangle above the fish who are most likely apologizing. Perhaps they are cheering because they won’t get eaten by us anymore- my grandfather loved jokes. He could go on all night telling funny tales, or pranking people. He smelled of fire wood, and dirt from his worms. It’s been almost three years now, and his laughter would be so much better than this silence. Even though he loved the sound of crickets when the sun is setting. Looking up into the pink orange hue, I wonder if he saw my graduation a few weeks ago?

I'm curious: If you had a time machine, what are four things you would do?
Here are mine:
1: Go to the Beatles' first performance at the Cavern Club.
2: Go to a Led Zeppelin concert- any Led Zeppelin concert, it really doesn't matter.
3: Go to a Queen concert
4: Go to a David Bowie concert- specifically, his last performance as his alter-ego Ziggy Stardust. 

As you can probably tell, I'm a fan of classic rock.   
 

Editor's Note: Here are some of the highlighted Tiny Writes published on the front page in recent weeks. Enjoy:

you like to test the waters,
i like to dive right in.

you tread softly,
and i am heard from a mile away.

you are earth,
and i am fire.

but we need each other.

that's why i love you.
- BloodMoon825

I worry so much about becoming an adult that I'm wasting my childhood.
- Abriatis

I found my family this week,
and I never want to let them go.
- Anna P.

When I'm afraid that I will get angry at myself for something,
I avoid it.

You see,
I don't like being angry at myself
So when I am angry at myself
About something I haven't done yet
Or am not doing,

I do other things.

A crossword puzzle
Eat some food
Check my email
Reread the instructions for the forms I should be filling out
Watch Netflix

Because I hate being angry at myself
For things I know I should have done
Or should be doing
In the sense of
Things I quite truly, really ought to be doing
Not just those "should"s that we feel pressure from despite their lack of reasonable source.
They're the should's like writing letters to my grandparents
Cleaning my room
Writing
Merely logging on to YWP
Starting college placement exams
Clearing my dishes from dinner
Responding to that text from last week.

Today
I felt something
 I had only felt
once.

Sadness coursed
 through my veins
 making itself known.

 My friend's eyes
 welled with tears,
 her face swollen
 and red.

My other friend was turned away,
 trying not to look at her again.
She's going away again.
 She was only visiting.

 She tells me, "Why did it have to be him,
and not someone from back home?"
I look back to my friend, walking away.

He's going back to his house,
to get ready for soccer,
to get ready to forget this three-day fling.

Yesterday didn't even count,
the pool wasn't open.
Lightning ran the sky,
thunder shaking the earth.

Her and him knew today was lost.
And now, I cry for both of them
victims of love separated by states.

It didn't feel like a fling to them.

Flings don't call out
tears
and
sobs.

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