Abby Waldo
I.
Standing on chairs,
Our heads touch the heavens.
The sap of creativity
Flows into our feet.
Through the creaky chairs.
II.
The drops of sunshine
taste sweet, like honey.
I never want to leave this place,
the candied blaze of sunlight.
Alivia Wasenius
My brain is empty. Gary gave me a prompt, but I have nothing to say about taxis. So I’m writing about death. All of my brain cells died.
Mariah Watson
I know nothing of Amsterdam
except its beauty.
And drugs.
Jade Gonzalez
I.
Welcome to the 21st century. Patience has died. For example this needs to be 140 characters or less. Point made.
II.
I really hate twitter. This atrocity brought us #’s. What even is a #? I also really hate hashbrowns. #hashbrowns
III.
I am a goldfish with an illustrious history. For example, I’ve seen the world’s first … Wait, where am I again? Wait who am I?
Monica Bell
I.
Olive looked in the mirror. She hoped to see beauty. But the mirror was full of lies.
II.
Red. White. Blue. Crisscrossed stars and stripes. #Free
Anna Stenka
I.
Oily air, greasy skin,
hot stove tops, and
delicately arranged lemons.
Potato pans and crushed croutons.
Take orders and
watch the clock.
II.
Smell the air; he fails.
His mother will be home.
Scrape burnt chocolate into the trash
and spray Febreeze.
Bloodshot eyes
and goodbye Mary.
III.
Green grass and
sunny days.
Overhead,
the squirrels play.
Birds in the sun and
fresh soil dug.
A brand new stone
of grey.
Zoey Klein
Dead fish coat
the water’s surface.
I ask what kind and
the man says, “Bluegill.”
Cora Welton
I.
Everyone laughs; I am silent.
Astronauts float eerily in space.
Why write when I can float
in this endless universe?
I power this spaceship.
II.
How many drops of honey in brain juice tea fuel a writer's words? One for creativity, two for focus, and three for determination.
Liv O’Clair
I.
They all say
You need to be
older, otherwise
you may not do this.
Then they say
You are old enough
to know more
and do better.
Excuses.
II.
Stand on chairs,
shift from foot to foot,
the incessant squeaks
scream in your ears.
You must be noticed.
Do not conform;
you must stand out.
Lilia Aberle
I.
The boy reached into the bag and pulled out a gun. The man behind him uttered, “Please not me,” as he fell to the ground.
II.
She read his last letter over and over again, hoping it would make his presence stronger, but she knew he’d never come back.
III.
His grip on the bat grew stronger with every step he took towards home plate--head down, ignore the chaos. Batter up.
Alora Clipp
I.
The broken minds of creative writers are worked until simple things become complex and the complexity of human relationships turn into mush.
II.
I haven't been on my Twitter account for 5 years. I only have 4 followers; one of those lovely little followers is my ageless grandmother.
III.
Rusty metal bangs against rusted steel walls; the air changes into something else and those who walk the streets sense the dangers ahead.
Emily Wiese
I.
Tye-dye mixes and blends
blues, purples, and reds,
until the right color combination is contrived.
The colors each
give their contribution
to the pattern.
II.
All the firing came to a stop,
leaving mangled, bloody bodies.
They served as a reminder of war,
of what happens when man disagrees with himself.