Showing posts with label Emily Waters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emily Waters. Show all posts

Sunday, June 2, 2013

SHORT STORY: "The Confession of Mr. Klein" By Emily Waters

“The Confession of Mr. Klein”
By Emily Waters

January 15, 10:43 P.M, Deplim’s Mental Asylum         
            Rosemary shook her head and Dan grimaced. “He’s not making any progress. He won’t tell us a single thing about the night,” she said.
            Lilly sighed loudly and I peered through the single window that looked over the white-walled room.
            “Does he appear to be decreasing in progress or staying the same?” commented Riley, the head of the research. Rosemary shook her head.
            “I really have no clue. It seems like he’s rotting in his own mind, the memory of the night is making him go… insane.”

Thursday, May 30, 2013

POETRY: "The School Cycle" By Emily Waters

“School Cycle”
By Emily Waters

At the end of summer,
I want to go to school
like a small child who sees something
on the airplane of a spoon zipping towards him.
Then, the middle of the year hits,

POETRY: "Picture of Innocence" By Emily Waters

“Picture of Innocence”
By Emily Waters

A child and a man stand side by side,
one holds a gun,
one wears a plaid school dress
and teeters on a pair of roller skates.

How could this be?

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

SHORT STORY: "Cyprus Garden" By Emily Waters

 “Cyprus Garden”
By Emily Waters

            A stone path twisted through a thick crowd of people from different countries, emptying into a garden full of topiaries with a five story waterfall that fell from man-made jagged rocks. Flowers cascaded over their confinements to flower pots and perfectly green grass was cut to fresh perfection. Women in large hoop skirts and tight curls erupting from bonnets pranced around with lace trimmed parasols. People paused and stuck out their cameras to strangers who took them graciously and positioned themselves in front of their woman of choice and the camera owner. Her smile stretched across her face and she pointed her umbrella up towards the sky.
            After night had fallen, the women in hoop skirts met by a rabbit topiary. It towered over the women as they slipped their shoes off.