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Clutter Upon entering the art room, clutter immediately fills the air. The chaotic disorganization of the shelves before the eyes is like a swamp swallowing the decay of rotting trees. To be found among these shelves is hopelessness. Along the shelves, climbing and stumbling with every step, tattered magazines fall. The summit is filled with useless mannequin heads, deteriorating skulls, pots that are like murky water, and old clay projects that students have long abandoned. Along the peak, dust flies like gnats into open caverns creating the dreadful urge to sneeze. UnsteaClutter
by ~Cyndee
MuNDaNeMetzli stared blankly at the wall, unmoving, barely breathing, just staring. Through the window the moon shone in. It moved across Metzli’s body ever so lightly. Her porcelain skin reflected the light across the room to reveal a silver liquid splattered everywhere. The moonlight continued its slow and steady course over the rest of the room to reveal a body. A girl about Metzli’s age, lay there, perfectly placed on the ground as if she had been sleeping. Metzli had never done anything to harm anyone, but her friend had pushed her over the edge for the last time.MuNDaNe
by ~Cyndee
XochitlXochitl turned to the sky to see the dark, ominous clouds looming over her. It was the perfect atmosphere to fit her mood. It hadn't been long since the funeral, but it felt as though eternity had passed. Xochitl just couldn't understand why Etnl had done it. They were best friends or at least it seemed that way. Sure things had changed; Xochitl had become the popular one and well Etnl was just Etnl. They talked everyday or was it every other day. Well all that mattered was they talked. Xochitl never sensed anything with her best friend, but maybe she wasXochitl
by ~Cyndee
Stranger in the MirrorArtemis turned to look at the reflection in the mirror to see some unknown stranger gazing back at her. Her eyes glittered a translucent blue; the same eyes that had brought life to an end. Of course it couldn’t have happened to her, but strange things had been happening to her over the past few days. Each time she became sad or upset or even just felt the tiniest emotion, items went flying across the room. Even though she tried, Artemis couldn’t control it. Things were even worse at school because she had to feel mellow like nothing in the world could bother her. ButStranger in the Mirror
by ~Cyndee
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