The following stories are by the students in the 2015-2016 Creative Writing class.
As the metal seeps into my body, I start to collapse. “How could my own hands betray me?” — Carlo
The fumes openly pervade the air, intoxicating mankind’s noses. Meanwhile I must suppress my inner demons, for they are deemed offensive. — Carlo
When my best friend told me he was leaving, I didn’t realize he meant forever. — Sam
After my family and I came back from the Vatican, my brother’s ex-girlfriend’s dog was no longer scared of my dad. — Jade
She was always very quiet until one day a rapist forced her to cry for help, but no one ever heard her. — Destiny
Sometimes to be ridden of fear, you must die because of it. — Meghan
Here is the most dangerous animal in the world. His name is human. — Meghan
Dylan pulled me close. Those crystal eyes were shining as brightly as the stars. “I don’t feel like a woman,” I said sadly looking at my grass-stained dress. Men shouldn’t wear dresses, I thought.
“You must!” My voice sounds, fragile.
“We do,” with an artificial assurance as she tightens my restraints.
I am trapped in a blank white room with the torture of my knowledge and people who will not listen to the truth.
The nurse steps back to admire her handiwork, murmuring, “You’re sick, Mona. Rest your mind,” with a small, haunting smile.
The wind howling makes him wish he had never left the house.
She walks around the basement alone. To my eyes, the chairs are empty.
But to her, the chairs are filled with people she wishes were there.
I watch as I crouch in the corner, unnoticed.
She sings and dances to music I cannot hear. She has finally found comfort.
He paces across the alley end to end with constant chatter running through his head.
“Please…please go away,” the man begs.
“But we have nowhere to go,” a voice whispers.
“His weakness is talking again,” another voice appears.
“Do not worry. It will all be over soon,” a third voice states.