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The students were tasked to imagine they are sitting on a park bench waiting for a friend when a blind man sits down with them and asks them to share what they see.

Here are two decidedly different approaches.

Kevin paints a word picture that is both brilliantly descriptive and deeply meaningful, more than worthy of his closing line, “I see something you shouldn’t take for granted.”

Joshua, on the other hand, gives his blind man some attitude and gets schooled about using all his senses to truly see.

 

The Park

“Aye man, can I sit next to you real quick?” He asked.

I looked to the left, and there was an old man standing above me. He was wearing a black jacket, some baggy sweats, and sneakers. He was also holding a cane, and squinting his eyes.

“Sure man, go ahead, you’re good.”

He sat down next to me, and there was an awkward silence. The man looked like he was about 50 years old. He had bags in his hand, and it looked like he was about to drop them.

“Sir, I think you are about to drop your bags, do you need me to hold them for you?”

“I ain’t bout to drop nothing, young blood.” He said.” You don’t gotta worry about me man. You think I made it to this bus stop asking people to help me.”

“I was just trying to help, my bad.”

“I know you were just trying to help, and I appreciate that.But I don’t need any help. I got me.”

“Ok, ok, I hear you, my bad”

See, this is why I don’t like old people. They think they know everything. I know if I didn’t tell him he would’ve dropped them bags. Somebody would’ve picked them right up, and he would’ve been hurt. We gotta respect our elders though.

“Young man.” He said,

Maybe if I act like I’m not here, he’ll leave me alone.

“ Young man! I know you’re still here. I can hear the hard breaths coming out of your mouth. I can feel the tension in the atmosphere, I know when somebody’s upset, and I don’t gotta see em. I can hear them. I can sense them.”

“ No disrespect, but what do you want, I have to go!”

“ Your bus don’t come til another 30 minutes, I’ve caught this bus for years man, it always comes late, so you gots time.” He said. “That’s y’all problem these days. Y’all youngins are always in a rush these days. Don’t get time for nothing.”

“ Yeah, cus we’re busy, I can’t just sit and do nothing. I have to be productive.”

“ It’s nothing wrong with that. But do you ever just sit down, and look at everything around you?” He asked. “Do you ever observe nature? You got Druid Hill Park right in front of you. All of the beautiful bugs, animals, and the sparkling water.”

“You go to the Baltimore Zoo for stuff like that. Why would I stand outside of Druid Hill Park, and observe everything. What is there to observe?” I said,.

“ You tell me?” he said.” What do you see?”

“What is the point of this? “ I said,

“ Just tell me what you see, dammit”

“ Okay, I see a park with kids playing. I see couples making out. I see people walking up and down the street. I see nothing. What can you see that I can’t? ” I said,.

The old man starts to chuckle.

“Heeheehee, maybe you’re right, you can’t see a damn thing.” He said.

“ What you mean, I’m telling you what I see, this is every day at Druid Hill Park. I don’t know what you seeing, but it ain’t what I see” I said,

“Man, you are delusional. I can see  more things than that. That is sad.”

“ Well tell me what you can see then, huh. Matter of fact I’ll make a deal with you. If you can name 5 things that are happening right now in this park, I’ll give you 10.” I said.

“ Deal! You just lost your money, young blood!”

“ Alright go, and you have 30 seconds, to name them.”

“I can see the kids playing football. I can see the police car at the red light, and the bright lights as they pass by. I can see the man across the street who just opened his trunk to get out of the car. The wife and husband arguing over the Ms.Jackie, who the husband saw last night. I can see the trees blowing branches, and the green, white and brown bark on them. I can see the emptiness of the water, and the lake of Druid Hill Park. I can see the people rolling dice around the street, down there by Mondawmin Mall. And last but not least, I can see a boy sitting on the bus stop, who doesn’t use all of his senses, and he got every last one of them. This boy doesn’t listen, he is hard-headed, and he thought he would take advantage of a 54 year old blind man, but instead he kicking out 10 dollars. Because, he can’t do a simple thing like using all the senses he was blessed with. You are blessed, young blood. Use those blessings that you have, take advantage of them, because they can leave you at any moment.” He said. “Now keep your 10 bucks, and your bus is right down the street.

“ Alright, man I get it, and I’m sorry.” I said.

“ It’s okay, I understand. I used to be just like you, until everything didn’t go as planned. Now I’m sitting here blind as a bat with cane in my hand. Now get on you bus” He said.

I got on my bus, and I spent the rest of my day seeing things I never saw before.

 

Joshua Sharp

November 12, 2021

A recent prompt: Famous Threesomes. For example: Three Blind Mice. Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato. Beginning, Middle, End. 

Madison Hensel takes us on a fantasy ride with Alvin and the Chipmunks while framing her story in the perennial writer’s challenge of getting started.

Famous Threesome

Friday is my favorite day of the week. After Friday I get to have Saturday and Sunday to relax. Also, on Fridays I have writing class.

It’s 9:22 AM and Mr. Don tells us today’s topic is Famous Threesomes. We have a long list to pick from. Some examples: the three blind mice, the three amigos, the three musketeers, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the three bears, and the powerpuff girls. If you know anything about me, then you know I am the worst at deciding, I cannot pick one or two because I am indecisive.

I sit staring at my computer screen and the list. I have no clue which trio to write about. All of the sudden, I see a chipmunk running around the room. Nobody else seems to notice it though. Am I the only one seeing this chipmunk in a green shirt? Last time I checked, chipmunks don’t wear clothes. The only chipmunks I know that wear clothes are Alvin, Simon, and Theodore. What is happening? Am I crazy? Why do I have to see a chipmunk running around the room? Why can’t everyone else see it?

It goes near the kitchen so it must be Theodore because he loves food. I walk in the kitchen and I see Alvin with a spoon singing. What is happening here? Simon hid in a cup. Alvin says, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? The better question is what are you doing here?”

Alvin replies, “I know you see it’s raining out there and since the door was open, we came in. I am not getting my hair wet, I just washed it. By the way, do you have a car? Because I have a show in exactly one hour and I have no clue where my limo is.”

“No Alvin, I do not have a car. I’m 14 and I can’t drive.”

“Well, what about your teacher? Just take his car.”

“You have never met Mr. Tom but if I take his car, I will not be able to come to this school anymore and he would probably go to jail because he would kill me.”

“There is no harm, just take the car, I am performing a few minutes away.”

“Fine!”

I knew this was not the right thing to do, but I was with Alvin and the chipmunks. I found Mr. Tom’s keys and ran out the front door. Nobody saw me. How? I have no clue.

Theodore took a bag of chips bigger than him, and Alvin sang the whole time we were driving. Simon had a paper bag and thought I was going to crash, but I didn’t crash the car. I think I did pretty good. I dropped them off. They all thanked me for the ride and we took a picture together. I got back to the school and Mr. Tom was waiting for me.

I hear Mr. Don’s voice “How many people are done? I think we’ll get started in about ten minutes.” I look at my screen and I have nothing. Just the title, The Famous Threesomes.

Madison Hansel

February 9, 2022

 

A recent prompt: Famous Threesomes. For example: Three Blind Mice. Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato. Beginning, Middle, End. 

Chase Christou weaves a fascinating tale seamlessly incorporating no less than twenty famous threesomes.

Famous Threesomes 

The beginning

I’m sitting around the campfire. Smoke burns my eyes like acid. I’ve already changed my seat three times, but the smoke continues to follow me.

I decide to just ignore it. I won’t let this little fire get in my way. Anyway, if I wanted to, I could just spit on the fire and it would go out.  This fire would have no leverage in a fight against me. After all, it is the weakest out of the three elements: earth, fire, and water.

I pick up three marshmallows and roast them in the fire. I pull them out before they catch on fire because I’m not a psychopath who eats food that’s on fire.

I slide them onto my graham cracker and add the chocolate on top with another graham cracker covering it. The perfect s’more. Graham crackers, chocolate, and gooey marshmallows create the perfect late night snack.

Before I take a bite of my delicious s’more, I sit it down on my plate and take out my knife, fork, and spoon. The proper way to eat a s’more. If you eat s’mores without utensils, you’re the psychopath. I dig into my perfect s’more.

As I’m eating my s’more, I get a Remind message from Mr. Tom.

 

“Good afternoon, I hope you all are doing absolutely splendidly. I am so sorry for texting you at the extremely late hour of 6:30 P.M., but I must tell you we are starting our third trimester tomorrow and remember to get a good night of rest. Remember: tomorrow is always a new day, so let’s make sure we make it a good one and hit the ground running. Thank you, Mr. Tom.”

 

Wait a second.. Our third trimester isn’t until March 1st. Does that mean I’m living in the future??? I would hope not. I would rather be living in the present. Out of the past, present, and future, I think present is the best one.

After all, if we were in the past or future, we might not have graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow sandwiches. We might not have bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches in the future. And in the past, we didn’t have the story of Franklin, Micheal, and Trevor. Or in the past past, we didn’t have the story of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Or in the past, past, past, we wouldn’t have the story of the Three Little Pigs.

We also might not even need knives, forks, or spoons in the future. We might just teleport food into our body.

Who knows, we may not have great TV shows like the Power Puff Girls in the future.

But at least one game will stay with us forever. In the past, present, and future, we will always have rock, paper, scissors to play. The simple, free to play game that only requires your hands.

And if we lived too far in the past, we wouldn’t have the Iphone, the Ipod, and the Ipad.

 

The middle 

 

After I finish eating my s’more, with a fork of course, I decide to head back inside.

I walk up to my door and turn the handle. The door opens on its hinges. I step inside. I’m surrounded by a wall, ceiling, and floor.

I walk to my bathroom and as soon as I step inside, I see a toilet, bathtub, and sink. The classic trio.

I walk out of the bathroom and begin to walk upstairs. My foot leaves the hard floor of the first floor, stepping onto the carpet that leads upstairs. The carpet is also made up of three things: Carpet, dog hair, and dust.

In my room I see another three things. I see a bed, some dirty clothes, and some more dirty clothes. The bed contains a mattress, with a blanket and a pillow.

Next to the bed I see something else, a window. A window with a frame, glass, and hinges. Next to the window is a curtain.  It has a curtain rod, hooks, and of course the silky fabric. Next to the window is a pencil sitting on a desk. The pencil is made of three things, graphite, the actual wooden pencil part, and the eraser. Underneath the pencil, is the wooden desk. Made up of wood, wood, and more wood.

The ending

 

Moral of the story, anything in life can be made up of three parts if you’re limited to only being able to describe three things by your creative writing teacher.

 

Chase Christou

2/4/22

 

The students were shown a video in which two adult characters, a middle-aged man and an older woman, are sitting on a park bench discussing life. The man admits he has recently been suicidal but has now decided to stick around to “maybe make his little corner of the world a slightly happier place.” The woman responds, “That’s all there is, really. Happiness is amazing. It’s so amazing that it doesn’t matter if it’s yours or not.”

The students were asked to share their reflections on happiness.

Ethan writes that happiness is contagious, going so far as to refer to laughing as a drug to which he is addicted.

Pursuit of Happiness

Happiness is a very simple thing. Sometimes it can come easily. Other times it can be very hard to find.

For me, it doesn’t take much. Small things can make me happy. Laughing is the easiest way for me to bring happiness since it releases dopamine. Laughing is basically my drug, and I’m addicted. I’m always using it, laughing at pretty much anything.

Happiness is contagious. It’s so great to be around people who are optimistic or in a positive mood because they can spread that to you. Seeing other people happy is one of the greatest feelings. At least for me it is.

I know there are those who see happy people and get angry. That’s definitely the opposite way to go.

You should celebrate other people’s happiness, success, and achievements. Don’t envy other people’s happiness; make your own… because we all have something to be happy about.

Ethan Christou

January 28, 2022

The students were shown a video in which two adult characters, a middle-aged man and an older woman, are sitting on a park bench discussing life. The man admits he has recently been suicidal but has now decided to stick around to “maybe make his little corner of the world a slightly happier place.” The woman responds, “That’s all there is, really. Happiness is amazing. It’s so amazing that it doesn’t matter if it’s yours or not.”

The students were asked to share their reflections on happiness.

Bre’Onna shares how making others happy benefits her and reinforces her own sense of personal growth.

Happiness is Amazing

“Happiness is amazing. In fact, it is so amazing that it doesn’t even have to be your happiness.”

Even though it took me five minutes to agree with this statement, I believe in this saying because seeing others smile, laugh, and grow makes me happy. When I’m feeling down, seeing my nephew smile makes me happy because he’s happy. Making my little brother laugh because he was upset makes me feel happy. Knowing I can cheer someone up brightens my spirit. Analyzing my self-growth makes me feel great because I’ve come a long way. Knowing I can grow makes me want to continue to grow.

Everyone goes through things. People tend to hide how they feel so they won’t ruin other people’s happiness but, opening up to someone you trust a lot can lead to relief which can then lead to happiness for both of you. Sometimes even talking to someone you don’t know and just having them listen can let you release negative thoughts and feelings. Personally, talking to myself helps because only I know how I truly feel. Giving myself some positive comments and encouragement lets me know my self-worth.

Happiness is something that each and every one of us should cherish because you never know what’s going to happen next. Letting anger and sadness get a hold on you slows you down from living.

Bre’Onna Clowney

January 28, 2022

 

An Elevator Story

By Ronan Guilfoyle

It’s the end of the 2021-2022 school year, my last year of high school with all these amazing friends, who I now consider family. We’ve talked about doing things together for years, like one big huge trip. Somehow we finally figured out a plan to get it done. Where did we choose, you may ask. Well, we chose the amazing city of New York. 

Mr. Don is always mentioning to us that he used to live and work in the city of New York. I’ve only been one time but I dream of going again and seeing all it has to offer. Now, if you know me, you know that I hate doing adventurous things by myself. Constantly, I’m trying to find people to go on car rides with me, go to the movies with me, or just hangout. Point is, I don’t like being alone very much, especially in huge places like New York. So I’m so glad I get to experience it with my classmates.

After the painful three hour car ride full of loud conversation between students and Ethan’s annoying laugh we arrive in New York. Parking has always been a huge issue for travelers to the impeccable concrete jungle where dreams are made. Luckily, Mr.Tom has connections wherever we go. We found a parking spot for our van right next to our hotel. 

We unload into our rooms, five separate rooms all on the third floor since Mr.Tom hates elevators. Room one was composed of Jayla, Airy, Destiny, and Bre’Onna. Next room was slightly smaller so Kevin and Chase took it. Rhys and I had our own room to ourselves, in which we hooked up our Nintendo Switch that we snuck past Mr.Tom. The fourth room was smaller as well, so Illiana and Myshell took that one. Mr.Tom obviously took the biggest of the five rooms. He definitely saved the luxury for himself. King size bed that sits a few feet from a fifty-five inch 4K TV, perfect for watching Blade Runner. Mr.Tom’s room even came with a hot tub in the bathroom, which alone was the size of the two smaller rooms. And Donald got to enjoy the closet in Mr.Tom’s room. We were living lavishly, at least Mr.Tom was.

The next morning we all met in the mess hall to enjoy breakfast and talk about a plan. Rhys and I had brought our own money so we could get a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich from this little cafe we found last time we visited. Only problem was we couldn’t remember what the name was or where exactly it was located. After we had all left the mess hall of the hotel, we split into different groups. The younger children were accompanied by Donald since they need to be supervised. We have to make sure we don’t leave a student behind… not again. Ethan and Josh went outside and immediately started filming a vlog for their Josh & Nemo YouTube channel that I occasionally visit when they bombard my phone with notifications. Rhys and I checked my phone to find this cafe, but to no avail. Rhys and I start to try to really remember the name of this place. No luck for these Irishmen. 

Mr.Tom walks over to us and asks what we’re going to do. We tell him that we’re on the hunt for the best breakfast sandwich in the city. He gently reminds us about the times Rhys and I would say that we would  bring him our breakfast sandwiches. Determined to get a sandwich, Mr.Tom joined our brigade to find this spot. After an hour of searching, and somehow ending up near Grand Central Terminal, we see this large building…The Summit One Vanderbilt. Rhys and I get the great idea to go up the elevator to see if we can pinpoint the general location of the cafe. When Mr.Tom hears of this idea, he immediately vetoes it. His legs start to shake at the thought of going up a glass elevator on the outside of a building. Rhys and I wanna find this sandwich place so we do it. In general concern for our safety, Mr.Tom advises us not to go, but a breakfast sandwich is a breakfast sandwich, and there is no length Rhys and I will not go to get one.

We enter the building and find the entrance to the elevator. Mr.Tom blocks the doorway to keep us safe from malfunctioning gears or whatever. I wasn’t really paying attention to his riff because I wanted this sandwich. But you know New York, people have places to be, so people start to pile into the elevator to get to work and other important things. The sheer force of this mass of people is enough to get Rhys and I, with Mr.Tom, into the elevator. Mr.Tom tried to push and shove his way out but he wasn’t strong enough. He was stuck.

All the buttons on the panel were lit up. People coming in and going off the elevator on each floor. It seemed to Mr.Tom that we would be stuck in this hell forever. Rhys and I don’t pay much attention to the panicking Mr.Tom, who is sweating rivers. Rhys and I look around for the cafe. We reach the top floor and Mr.Tom is losing it. I mean he is a full out rage machine. He is cursing everyone in Italian because of what he has had to experience.  But since we’re in New York, everyone here is some part Italian so they understand what he is saying. They start wanting to fight Mr.Tom. I quickly intervene and explain that Mr.Tom is my mentally unstable grandpa who hasn’t been the same since Vietnam, and that we apologize for his extreme words. From the other side of this rather large elevator I hear Rhys scream out that he sees the cafe. I quickly make my way to the level one button and press it. 

Finally, that nightmare of only seven minutes was over and Mr.Tom returned to his normal self. At least we think he did. He still looked a little scared from the experience, but nevermind that. We walk ten minutes to the cafe, but Mr.Tom is dead silent. We got our bacon, egg, and cheeses and the three of us enjoyed them.

Once Mr.Tom took that first bite, he instantly returned back to a normal state. He looked down at the sandwich and back at us. He took a couple more bites and wiped his mouth. Chewed for a second and then said.

“You boys put me through hell, but this is a damn good breakfast sandwich.”

The End

1/21/22