A Ripped up Letter Originally Written by Draven
Letter to my future self: So... the school is forcing me write one of these 'letter to my future self' things. I feel like I've done this so many times before. Like, I don't know when every person who worked with teens suddenly thought that...
Ramiro and Draven Joint Memory
Looking out onto the faces of the passerby in the cool Alden air, Draven began to sweat. His face felt itchy, his eyes scrunched up randomly and his eyelids fluttered, his hands were clammy. Draven wanted to bury his head in embarrassment. He...
Secret's Story: Memory 1
Strumming his fingers on the felt surface, the goat tried not to let the skeptical stares from the other men get to him. His head was perched on top of his paw, whose elbow was smashed into the table. His fingers continued to be drummed in an uneasy...
Draven's Story: Memory 1
The first seashell his mother bought for him was a dance of blue and gold. A small thing. Precious. But, after the raven knocked it off his dresser in a small bout of rage, it shattered across the floor. Pieces spilled under his bed and infested his...
Ramiro's Story: Memory 1
His eyelids were sewn shut by a compact layer of crust. Sweat dripped down his inner thigh and neck, leaving a slick trail of irritation down the boy's body. The hybrid shifted uncomfortably. In his bed, breath deserted his mouth by force rather than...
Example of a School Visit
Hello friends! My name is [insert name here] and I am here to talk to you about Hyloprim. How many of you know what that is? [Wait for the raised hands and smile] That's great! It seems like some of you already know what I'm...
Ramiro's Story: Memory 2
Now it was winter. This meant that even though the sun shone happily, showering all Aldenians with God's light, citizens still found themselves buried under layers of clothing. The sidewalks in the capital had already been salted twice over and cars...
Draven's Story: Memory 2
The courts of Alden Academy were a frenzy of squeaking sneakers across polished floors and shuttles rocketing through the air after a swing of an arm and a resounding bang. An old coach watched a group of students wisely from the back of a court while...
Draven's Story: Memory 3
Time always finds a way to be inexplicably slow when it sees fit. Seconds feel like minutes, minutes seem like hours, and a regular school day is a death sentence. Draven knew that he wouldn't be able to focus in his classes today. Today was too...
Secret's Story: Memory 2
Click! The door was locked and Secret inhaled. He could feel his sleek leather soles' deafened sound against the carpet. Any other noise came from the faint birdsong outside or the nervous breaths of the two inside. Secret slid...