Perhaps, the only classical piece I did know but still I felt rather sophisticated and proud to know it. ... "Yes." he said as he turned, still playing the violin tucked under his chin. ... There was nothing to say, I suppose, or rather there was nothing left to say. ... The writer, Charles, excused himself from the table and I was there alone for a brief moment. ... I stood up from the table and followed the music through the crowd. ...

• Word Count: 1483
• Approx Pages: 6
• Grade Level: High School

Small dots of white, grey, and black begin to cover the screen, and in a moment, everything is in black. ... He held out his hand reaching for the remote control fixed on his bedside table. ... There's no one to trust! ... Is there 'who' to blame? ... Are you there? ...

• Word Count: 1922
• Approx Pages: 8
• Grade Level: High School

To stand still for several agonizing minutes in a store that you have already been in for an hour is not entertaining. ... His hair was jet black and shiny, so shiny that I could see my reflection in it. ... She just stood there smacking on her gum and looking at me. ... Once I got my food I went to a colorful picnic table located beside the children's rides. ... Once outside I could still hear him crying. ...

• Word Count: 996
• Approx Pages: 4
• Grade Level: High School

As they were waiting, they flipped through magazine after magazine trying to forget why they were there. ... She slept in the tub with the cold water running the night before he left, still waking up to a puddle of blood. ... As she laid there, contraction after contraction- she realized this isn't what she wanted. ... Finally, in the operating room because of some complications with the birth, she lay flat on the table cold, scared, and helpless. ... And everything went black. ...

• Word Count: 1232
• Approx Pages: 5
• Grade Level: High School

She was surrounded by the smell of death, the hungry maggots, and the putrescent black that dripped its cold wetness onto her face. ... The dream had been so real; she could still feel the stinging cold from the man's touch, her nostrils still consumed by the odor. ... Everything was as it should be, there was no trail of warm, sickly blood dripping its way steadily down the stairs, there were no wintry breezes that stung her body, and there had been no dark figure waiting for her. ... Still shaken from her dream and not wanting to be left alone Vivian followed cautiously behind his sur...

• Word Count: 7199
• Approx Pages: 29
• Grade Level: High School

I can still remember the nights that i would wake up cryin for my mother. ... I loved it there. ... The first day i met her she was wearing a bright yellow windbreaker with black spandex pants. i remember laughing to my dad about how she looked like a bumble bee. ... During my kinergarden year i had expierned a loss that still emotionally upsets me to this day. ... It was my dad, lisa and myself living there. ...

• Word Count: 3415
• Approx Pages: 14
• Grade Level: High School