POETRY: "A Lost Paradise" By Kaylyn Koutz

"A Lost Paradise"
By Kaylyn Koutz

Time slowly passes every second,

every hour of every day;

it’s a barrier

leaving us lost-

we can’t reach our destination.

Cars and airplanes leading people to their destination,

Their pre-planned places, 

every friend, friends of friends born in different places-

America, England, Australia, China,

POETRY: "Our Unbreakable Bond" By Kaylyn Koutz

"Our Unbreakable Bond"

By Kaylyn Koutz

We were like sisters,

Spending hours upon hours together

“attached at the hip;” 

We were inseparable from the start.

No one could break the bond formed

from the moment we met; I knew our bond was unbreakable,

like the beat that flowed around us,

the rhythm taking control over our bodies

SHORT STORY: "An Accident Waiting to Happen" By Kaylyn Koutz

"An Accident Waiting to Happen"

By Kaylyn Koutz 

         I remember that day, my mom had big plans. She was so happy that I was turning five she was taking me to the park. I was really excited because everything changed a few months before- my bigger brother had moved out of the house. It was just me and my mom in the house now. 

         As we walked to the garage the car was a sparkly white color. Mom unlocked the doors, and got in the driver side. I decided that I should sit in the front because it is my birthday and I’m going to be a big girl soon.

        “Honey, you need to get in the back seat now,” Mom said sternly.

        “But why? Today please! Just for today! Please!” I whined back.

        “No. Now get in the back seat or you will march your behind right back inside.” Mom said with force.

        “I’m a big girl,” I mumbled as I crawled to the back seat.

SHORT STORY: "Time to Change" By Kaylyn Koutz

"Time to Change"

By Kaylyn Koutz

           I was walking along the streets of Abbey Road, when I found a trail leading into the woods. I followed the path hoping no one saw me. I stumbled a few times over the rocks, some of them no longer stuck in the ground. I was glad I wore pants and my Converse, no matter how dirty they were. The grass came up past my knees, staining my used to be white jeans as I kept walking farther down the trail. There was an opening in the trail and I made my way over to it.