“Your ideas are weird. We don’t want to play with you anymore,” said first grader Selene to first grader me. We were writing a script for a play everyone didn’t know they already knew the words to. They were such babies. I figured the first grade debacle was just frustration over writing the script, and…

She twirled and emerged from the rose that was her dress. The petals, layers of dark crimson velvet and rose red chiffon fell around her pirouettes and toe shoes. She leapt through the air.  All eyes were on her. Grace and glory. A vision of beauty in time and space, she couldn’t have been more…

He wasn’t sure he could stay up that late. It was a fluke that he was awake at this hour.

When I got to college the world changed.

The lights went low and laser lights, mirror balls, black lights, and neon blazed.