Fire.

It’s hot.

Don’t touch it....

I see.

A sea.

The white, the blue, the hues.

It is all pristine.

Marshmallows stretched.

Molds, but not moldy.

Vast with a cast of a rod.

Into the endless.

A ship.

Can a car go?

Where is the ship meant to be?!

Why such play on speech?

I love clouds.

Pillows that drift forever.

Polygons, they pass.

Concave, convex—I am perplexed.

I fish here.

But they elsewhere.

Beyond the cloudy stream....

Trapped.

Body won’t budge.

I wanna move, but it’s too hard.

Feeling heavy, yet weightless.

Time is slipping. Window closing.

The stress is seeping in.

Such state I don’t wanna leave.

Such condition I loathe to abandon.

But I must for choices aren’t given.

To stay or to go, my sentiment is naught.

Please move, I tell myself.

Faulty wiring. Repressed signal.

Why can’t I just remain here?

Where...

Yep—never riding the subway ever again. In the span of me entering the station to leaving at another, my pockets are now featherweight. I knew New York was full of scum and swindlers, but didn’t truly internalize it until it just happened to me, while on vacation too. How great! Well, here’s how it happened.

I’m fairly new to NYC, so to get around I have to use a map. I followed the map to the ne...

Ouch—that definitely hurt. The harsh crack from Aiden’s arm fracturing sent a mean shock down my spine. How is this even allowed on school grounds?!

Man, I hate sparring day.

The teachers always be haranguing to us about do’s and don’t of sparring, yet someone still gets hurt from youthful negligence.

We’re supposed to incapacitate our opponent, not decapitate them, but does anyone listen? Not ...

But before Caleb could reveal his answer, Brian quickly gets up from his seat, runs to the nearest window and scans for law enforcement. Obstensibly, none have appeared and the assurance relieves him—There’s still time.

He turns right back to Caleb less foreboding, but still skeptical. He briefly steps forward, arms unsure where to position as his mouth prepares to speak.

“Now Caleb…” Brian s...

“A journey of a lifetime!” A phrase that keeps repeating in my head as we merge onto the highway. We slide into the express lane and Chase increases our speed from 50 to 70–wait no—75, 80, 90…100!!

I can’t move, but my heart won’t stop moving. I’m overtook by adrenaline as the road, before me, is being swallowed. The adjacent cars are a blur—countless they come, countless they go. My eyes are more...