Images

* Students each randomly selected strange images cut out from the pages of magazines.  They were to use the image selected to create a story or poem.

A Figure

By: Esau Carlisle

10/29/2013

The train is here and it feels like someone is watching me.  Everything is going by fast.  There I see it, one figure is standing alone.  He is tall and wearing dark clothes.  Through all the movement he stays still and then it happens.  The flash!  But it’s just the train.  I must go – I can’t stay here – not with him watching me.  The air feels cold as I turn around.  Everyone is gone.  I’m stuck now . . . he got me . . . I’m all alone.