QLS High School Writing Club
He’s late again. I’ve started to adapt to this new routine of his. It wasn’t uncommon for many office workers to stay and work overtime into the night. I know that he’s been getting increasingly restless cooped up in a cubicle all day, so I wonder what his motivation is for lingering so long. There […]
MoreI do not feel. This morning, a classmate told a joke. The table burst into laughter. I laughed too—the sound slipped out easily. But inside? Nothing. Just the awareness that laughter was the appropriate response, like the way a vending machine knows what snack to drop when a button is pressed. No matter how immaculate […]
Moresome pluck roses, thorns hidden in their palms, to say what words cannot. others press petals to their collarbones, hoping the smell will linger like a quiet scent, barely there. a whispered promise that fades if you breathe too deeply. even so, the soil decides more than the seed. each species, each variety, shaped by […]
MoreLet’s begin where it all started: I didn’t kill her. I need you to remember that. Sear it into your brain like a brand. I didn’t kill her. I couldn’t have. I loved her. I still do. Even now, even as her memory rots somewhere deeper than six feet under and darker than death. You […]
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The Roar 