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  • UNBREAKABLE KISSES

    by JAMMONICA

    Ever since you left it’s been very hard for me to stay strong. All those smiles, butterflies, giggling, blushing. All gone. I miss all those smiles. All my past reappears back in my life. You took them all with you when you left. Although I loved the way you made smiles when you took me out to the movies and acted like the characters in the movies. I’d laugh so hard we’d get kicked out of the movie theater. I miss the sound of your laugh.

  • WINTER WALKS

    by ZURI

    Frost covers eyelashes and shattered glass

    Tears frozen

    Rhythm of feet on pavement mix
    with the beats of a busted
    up drum, still sounding.

    My life’s music is still
    off-beat.

  • ALCOHOLIC

    by EMILY

    Never to love, never to
    care, no matter what, they
    all share.

    In a circle, they all have
    problems, there’s no one else
    no more options.

    They all stay together,
    thick and thin, no matter
    the gender, women or men.

    No acting, no pretend,
    their family could never ever bend.

    They all tell the truth, including
    the shame, couldn’t stress enough,
    this isn’t a game.

    This is where it all boils
    down, fire pits and lava falls, would
    do anything for a drink of alcohol.

    So much support, so many
    friends, so many people willing to
    lend a hand.

    Kind hearts, kind people.
    Don’t worry, they’ll be ex-alcoholics
    in the next sequel.

  • WHERE I’LL BE IN TEN YEARS

    by SIERRA

    I can see myself as a singer / actress / model. I want to marry Jawan Harris then divorce him for Jaden Smith. I will look like Myeisha and Toni. I will wear makeup every day even when I’m asleep. I will have long hair like Myeisha, and I will have no acne. I will wither go to Butler or IU or a college in New York; I haven’t decided yet. I will live in five mansions in China, Chicago, New York, Indianapolis, and Paris. I will have a lot of pets like Neo the dolphin, Halo the hippo, Pandora the panda, Macerio the monkey, Cookie the cat, Kady the kangaroo, and Daria the dog. I will have one hundred kids. Just kidding. Just four: Allie, Luke, Kurtis, and Chelsea. I will have a boat, jet, truck, SUV, RV, car, helicopter, train, and a bus. I will be twenty-three-years-old.

  • WHY THE DESERT REMAINS

    by KYLA

    In the vastness of Arizona, before there was a desert, it was covered in water, with only a few islands peeking out of the water. On these few islands lived a few villages of people that had to use boats to travel to other villages. On the largest, most exquisite island lived the Lord of Mesas, Sequato Busak.

    Through his spyglass, he watched the villagers. The one who caught his eye the most was a sixteen-year-old commoner named Tutania Sena. She didn’t mean anything to the chief of her village — he who only cared that his village was the smallest, least fertile island.

    Sequato wanted to meet the chief to discuss his predicament. He called for his jeweled staff and golden boats. His servants rowed for three days before they reached the smallest island. The chief greeted him.

    “Excuse our mess, we don’t have very good lucky in growing things,” he said.

    “I did not come for an inspection. Let’s walk to the other side of the island so I can tell you my problem,” Sequato replied.

    The chief agreed and they journeyed nine miles to the other side of the island.

    “What is your situation, my lord?” the chief asked.

    “I have found love in one of your villagers,” Sequato replied. He stared at the ground, but it seemed like the ground stared back, since his eye color was bronze like the ground.

    “What is her name?” asked the chief.

    “I don’t know. All I know is that her skin is like the darkest almond. Her eyes are as brown as the otters of the lake,” Sequato said.

    “You mean Tutania,” the chief said.

    “Can I have her hand in marriage?” asked Sequato.

    “You must take it up with Inkpotto Plato, the Lone Ranger of our village,” the chief replied.

    So Sequato took his advice and went to the potter’s cottage.

    “Inkpotto Plato?” he asked when he saw a man with a Western fedora come to the potting room.

    “It depends on who is inquiring the services,” Inkpotto said.

    “I am Lord Busak,” Sequato said.

    “Oh, what can I do ya for? A vase? A pot? A cauldron?” Inkpotto asked.

    “None. I want to marry Tutania. I’ll give you all the gold and servants you desire, your own village on the second largest and most exquisite island.” Sequato replied.

    “I’ll fetch her at once,” said Inkpotto.

    He gave Tutania to Sequato and Sequato gave him his own royal boat with his gold and servants, which then headed for the second largest island.

    Sequato took Tutania to his palace on his island and had her prepared for the ceremony.

    “Let me go back to my sick father,” she begged.

    Sequato was too much in love with her to let her go.

    “As soon as the ceremony is over,” he replied.

    “Then I will not marry you,” Tutania said.

    She ran in her wedding dress to the smallest boat and rowed away. Sequato was so furious that he cursed the land with his staff and made it into a vast desert. He vowed the lake would not come back until he married her.