I thought three minutes and twelve seconds would undo me. Now I’m trapped. I cannot survive in this elevator. Not with him, Not for much longer Another second.

I have to get off this elevator.I can’t ride with him, Can’t look at him, Can’t be this close to him. Can’t, Can’t, can’t.

American greatness was elevated significantly after Sputnik.

Shed the pains of yesterday and seize the plans of tomorrow.”-Catherine N. Crumber

LAST YEAR, Honesty and I still talked, Laughed, Planned weekend activities together. Last year, I used to have friends, Speak, Live. Last year, Honesty lived, Loved, Laughed. But now— Now I live with the knowledge...

I couldn’t compete with Honesty, With her dark blonde hair streaked with auburn, With her captivating blue eyes, With her legs that stretched into forever. She had the brains, The body, The perfect resume for...

The lights disappear, The elevator shudders, Stalls, Quits. All in the same nanosecond. All that exists is darkness so thick I can’t think, And Travis so close I can’t breathe.