United-To-Write

The first day back for Drake, Jake, Crystal, and Sean was met with excited chatter and applause from their classmates. Their fellow fifth graders swarmed around them as they attempted to step into the classroom, the four friends finding it difficult to squeeze past the excited ten- and eleven-year-olds who had circled around them, lobbing a barrage of questions at them that came so quickly that neither Drake, Jake, Crystal, or Sean were able to keep up or could even manage to answer even a single question. They pondered if this must be how it feels to be a celebrity. In that moment, they were certainly celebrities in their class. They hoped that Alex was having an easier time back at his school than they were. Alex, who had arrived at his middle school, Southeast Falls a short time after his younger friends had made it to their own school, stopped by his locker and dropped his bag off, but not before collecting his binder with two folders as well as papers and utensils in it, science

Upon a park bench in midday spring A rush of jubilance, I became. For I knew not what that moment would bring As she giggled and told me her name. Such a name I dare not forget As we painted a blithesome vignette. A glint, a sigh, at passersby Regarding us with covetous eyes. With an allure transcending the sky She evoked my heart to swiftly rise. Soon thereafter, I felt renewed As newfound love had ensued. Constructed from mere steel and pine Yet it beckoned us for a respite, As we shared a bottle of wine On a most resplendent night. A lovely tableau with eyes aglow From a beauty the park bench bestow On those gray mornings I sat alone The park bench felt as cold as ice. Upon my solitary throne I felt no sense of paradise. Then she sat beside me once more Upon the park bench we adore. The park bench stood as our sanctuary As the seasons eroded its foundation, Yet its integrity was far from ordinary Until I heard my love’s lamentation. She pointed at the ground in despair For the

What lies beyond the night? This elfin glance soliloquy, Of aching words upon my tongue. However young, her beauty be, I plea to she in silent plight. What lies beyond the night? This void that swells and dwells, Yet never quells the ardent memory. I’m beseeched to thee by such spells As the sprite foretells the blight. What lies beyond the night? This artless thought held so dear. A reincarnation born from rot. This fragile heart pulsates with fear, As I adhere her eyes alight. What lies beyond the night? This moonlit muse softly subdues, To allay our besotted ballet. To be bemused by a bittersweet ruse I stagger and fray amidst the fight. What lies beyond the night? This dark allure of our demure. Call unto thee a forlorn pet So faithful, yet so obscure You wrote the tomes I now recite. What lies beyond the night? This feeling sharply beckons, As delicate confessions ensue. Hold true these precious seconds Her veil doth fail with contrite. What lies beyond the night? This