Coming Undone Kimberly sat in her king size bed smoking a Marlboro menthol and staring at the pill bottle that lay atop her designer satin purple and silver bed sheets with tears in her eyes. The bottle was small and orange with a white child safety cap, the label had been torn off, and the bottle contained twenty-three 30 mg oxycodone (also known as percocette). She had spent every last dollar that she had on those pills. She had bills to pay, but didn’t care. The young girl of twenty years ...

School is a place where children can feel safe; where they can be themselves no matter how different they may be, regardless of race, religion, or sexual orientation; or is it? Over the years schools have faced many forms of discrimination; especially high schools. Teens get picked on because of the color of their skin, what they believe in, even what they don’t believe in. But in this day and age, teens are faced with another issue: sexual orientation. A recent study found that 31 percent o...

It was the perfect night. Justin and Patience were taking a walk under the full moon in Central Park. It was well lit and the street lamps were shining down on the trees, adding to the beautiful colors of the fall leaves. Red, yellow, and orange crunched beneath their feet as the young couple passed bike-riders, more couples, and children playing along the path ahead of them. Patience, a young woman of twenty-four, with waste length, light brown hair, and deep brown eyes was holding the hand...

“What in the hell happened last night?” she asked herself, while standing in her utterly trashed living room. She remembered throwing the party...but she couldn't remember what happened at the party. There were beer cans, beer bottles, cigarette butts, joint butts half empty bags of chips all, all over the floor. “Whatever...I'll clean it up later.” she made her way to the kitchen, which was trashed as well. As she opened the refrigerator door she began to remember the events of the previous ...

Stay With You... "What are you doing here?" Viola asked him. She and I were sitting in a little cafe down on Seventh Street. It was pouring rain outside. But hey, it was London, and it did that often. When he walked in, he was covered in water. He wasn't even wearing a jacket. He just stood in the doorway, looking around for her. When he saw her, he just froze. He didn't say anything. He just stared. Until she yelled at him again. "I asked you a question! Why are you here?" She had been cryin...

Lance opened the door to his filthy, one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. In the living room sat a big screen TV, various DVD's sprawled across the floor; some in cases, most not; two black leather sofas, and a cheap black and white thrift store coffee table. He tossed his keys onto the coffee table and made his way through the mess to the bedroom, which looked even worse than the living room. Lance took his brown coat off and threw it to the floor. He was aiming for the large pile of clothe...

BLUE 12:47 a.m. “Night falls, I fall, and where were you…where were you? Warm skin…Wolf grin. And where were you? I fell into the moon, and it covered you in blue…” Kim, a young girl of only eighteen years with long, dark auburn hair, and bright blue eyes, who was wearing a pair of white sweat shorts and a tight black shirt with a picture of Orgy on it, was sitting in her room like she did every night, smoking a cigarette, like she did every night, watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer, like she ...

dizzy Billy: She was so beautiful, sitting there in front of me in class. Every time that I walked into my English class and sat down, I couldn’t help but stare. She sat there scribbling in her little notebook. I always wondered what she was writing. She didn’t have a boyfriend, so she couldn’t have been writing love notes to him. I didn’t think that she was writing notes to her friends. So I sat there every day, while I watched her with her head in her left hand, wondering what she was writi...

Hey Jealousy Lane sat in the coffee shop drinking a blended café mocha. He found himself in there a lot these days. He had gone to the coffee shop every day since he had quit drinking two months earlier. He needed something to take his mind off the alcohol. It was raining outside. It kind of seemed to fit his mood that day, and every day for that matter. Everything was so screwed up. Things had been great until the day she left him four months ago. Well, at least things had been great in his ...