Quiet Boy

By Extra Small

There is a very quiet boy in my class. He is cute.

He doesn’t talk a lot, so I don’t know if he’s smart.

But I don’t want to judge him.

He doesn’t laugh at the same things other people do

When we are watching a documentary in class he actually watches it.

He waits for people to exit the door when he’s prolly been wanting to leave the class for a long time.

He’s always plugged into something.

I hope it’s not anything too heavy or American rock-typey stuff.

I feel guilty for hoping that.

I wonder if he likes Lord of the Rings or if he judges people who like Lord of the Rings.

There are only two kinds of people when it comes to that, right?

I don’t think he thinks about himself too much.

He is probably an altruistic angel.

In fact, he is probably morally superior to everyone around him.

Quiet but not shy.
He’s perfect

for now.

Conceptual Piece One

By Late Night Writings

Like each day before, I sat there with my eyes scanning the contents of the toilet bowl, intent on catching a hopeful glint of shining gold. As a once wealthy man, I had grown accustomed to shit spotted - as if decorated and designed by the finest craftsmen - with jewels and precious metals. I came from a family so rich that in just one meal, we would eat a poor man’s income of a year. Our meals weren’t fuller or bigger, but they were finer and dressed in coin. It was my own family who decided to throw me down the hatch. It was in my family’s own prison that I came to cherish the wealth I now miss. I spent a month in that cell and it had not once crossed my mind to scavenge the wealth expelled from my body. That shit-stained silver, gold, gems, and every bit I could have held onto would have done a lot of good for me now. With each day, my innards became less valuable, which led what came out of them to run dry of wealth along with. I’ve been out of that hole for three months now and I still hope for the smallest crumb of gold to pass along through. Even one as small as a fine pebble would help me get by for a long while. Though it looks that my shit is now only as brown as earth’s dirt and there’s no buried treasure to be found under its muddy surface.