POETRY: "Mirrors" by Erin Burrows

"Mirrors"
by Erin Burrows

She had the faith in her heart.
Faiths. Both of them.
The one bursting with love to do anything for Him,
because even so small, she knew her mission in life.
But somewhere along the way, her smile got chips because she realized
that maybe she put her trust in the wrong people.

POETRY: "Choosing" by Erin Burrows

“Choosing”
by Erin Burrows

Your arrow came zipping from 
your infectious personality.
Your words are 
winged creatures of their own.
Your voice fills the room, 
lifting every ear from the 
dull world of monotone
Your voice avoids, 
and instead turns to the beautiful sound 
of spontaneity. 

PROSE: "Invalid" by Erin Burrows

"Invalid"

by Erin Burrows

The teacher walked into the room, feeling any and all emotions get sucked out of her by a vacuum. The room was white, radiating empty souls. All that remained left in her mind was how long she was to be trapped here, administering this test. She dragged herself over to the desk, setting down a heavy bag of supplies. She examined the desks and the empty walls. It was quiet, but ominous, a feeling that was causing her slight discomfort. She looked down and reached into the bag, pulling out her set of instructions. After she finally finished studying them, as she was instructed to do, she pulled out the scantrons for the test and began lying them on the threateningly uniform desks, pacing up and down the rows, putting the materials of the students in alphabetic order in preparation for their arrival. She went back to the bag, grabbing pencils and pens and mints, setting two of each on the desks in a neat and orderly fashion. Anything not askew seemed like it wouldn't fit in the room. She moved back to the front of the room, examining her work. Everything was in perfect order.

PROSE: "Hospitable Dreams" by Erin Burrows

"Hospitable Dreams"

by Erin Burrows

 The house belonged to the College and was commonly referred to as "The Shelves" because of the number of students the school has living in it. In the current year, six girls were housed there. They hadn't met beforehand, so the first few weeks were difficult, adjustment wise. Now, a little more than halfway through the first semester, their lives seemed to revolve around each others', space not allowing for solitude. They lived and thrived as a unit, eating, sleeping, studying, and interacting together. It was as though they had created a bond so strong, it was unbreakable.