The Corner Essays

Teenager: Thaline Roque What is your favorite childhood memory? My favorite childhood memory would be when I lived with my mom at one point in my life and at that time I had two younger brothers, we lived in a small house and there was this really nice cat that always came by and I would pet it and stuff and she actually had three babies two orange ones, one a boy and one a girl and another one which was a mixture of brown, black, and white. I had never been allowed to have cats but my mom told me

Storm brought his empty plate into the kitchen. He stood before the sink watching Penny out on the patio. She was nodding her head attentively as the plump astronomers from ANU and her mother underlined their points. Judging from the smiley mask she wore, he knew she was bored. A polite chuckle at just the right time while they chatted on and on, about their friends, colleagues, and neighbours in Canberra and Sydney. He caught her eye as he walked past the open doors into the living room, giving

Realistic Fiction Every day, I would come to the basketball courts on 52nd street. Me and my pals, we would play a pickup with whoever wanted to play, or, at least most people. The ‘Cool Kids’, as we called them, never played with us and we never played with them. They were composed of the football jocks, homecoming kings, and many more. Their ringleader, Roger, was twice my height and he liked to torment me. Today, I was walking to the court when I saw one of the two courts was taped off. It looked

Charlie woke with a strangled gasp, propelling herself upright as she sucked air into her lungs, shielding her eyes from the bright light that blurred the face of the woman who was currently grasping her by the shoulders, unable to hear the shouts for someone to find the Generals. With one hand cupping Charlie’s face and the other her shoulder, Rachel guided her daughter back down to the bed. “Charlie, Charlie! It’s Mom! I need you to breathe! Breathe, Charlie!” “Mom!” Charlie gasped as the room

There I sat in the dimly-lit corner of Cup-of-Joe, tracing the water droplets off my chilled chia-tea latte and trying ease my nerves. Thoughts ran through my mind; what if I went to the wrong coffee-shop, what if I got the date wrong, what if I accidently spilled my drink, then I saw her. Ms. Devin Lentz, a transgender bi-sexual woman, that I could meet due Quinn, a close friend of mine, involvement in the LGBT+ Center of Raleigh where Ms. Lentz works. I admit, I was a bundle of nerves but Ms. Devin

scouting. I went through all the ranks and all the summer camps and even all of the outings. Toward the end of my scouting career I really grew to hate the program, I never thought it was “cool” to be a boy scout but with high school right around the corner I figured I was absolutely done. After my mom forced me to get my Eagle (the highest rank in scouting) I thought I was ready to retire the sash, but my mom had one more trick up her sleeve… I learned I was going to philmont about a month before

A few moments later. Olivia points to Morris’s room. Doug shakes his head, pointing to Morris in the picture (the photo that was on Morris’s desk). Olivia points to Morris’s room. DOUG Are you certain that is him? OLIVIA Yes sir. Doug makes eye contact with Morris -- he’s emotionless. INT. MORRIS’S PRIVATE BEDROOM - DAY A moment of silence between the two men. Doug tries to process how this could be his friend. Morris stares at the ceiling, just blinking. DOUG Today’s the hunting convention

At approximately 11:00pm, Assistant Hall Director (AHD), Lateef Wearrien was walking to his office in Dewey Hall, when he smelled marijuana in the hallway of Clinton 310. AHD Wearrien was able to trace the smell of marijuana to room 310A. AHD Wearrien knocked on the door and announced himself as Campus Living Staff. AHD Wearrien heard a couple of drawers closing, while awaiting for the door to be opened. Resident George Burket (50220813, UB Student) opened the door, when AHD Wearrien noticed

peer over the arm of the sofa towards Alice. “You look pretty, where are you going?” She's adorned in her new, blue dress tonight, with her hair piled high on her head and ringlets cascading around her face. “Oh, I'm going out with a friend.” The corners of her mouth curve as she slips her arms into her beige trench coat. “Guy or girl? “A guy.” With little effort, I swivel onto my front and rest my chin on the arm of the sofa. “Boyfriend?” I ask, raising one eyebrow. “No, just a friend.” She buttons

to think further, Amir pushed him down the hall and walked into the occupied room. Alone with a gun in hand, Dave ran in the direction Amir had directed. When the passageway angled to the right, he paused, unsure of where to go. A lit room in the corner caught his eye. He leaned against the wall, listening. From inside,

First meeting: We first met Diana when Jack was walking down the street. He heard American country music coming from her house, he was familiar with the sound because he heard his dad listen to it a few times. He kept walking towards her house and heard women's voices. It was Diana's mum and grandma. They were sitting on banana lounges loudly singing along. Jack then looked around and saw Diana. He was surprised when he saw her. He saw her fitting a hose to the tap on the side of the house. Diana

By: Zareen Nishat I am six years old and my legs long to fit into my mother's heels. To me, they are just perfect for to me stand up on and reach the top of my plastic kitchen set. My mother is wary for she feels that I will injure myself in this impossibly hard and fearsome test. ‘How hard can it be?’ I wonder, I mean if my mother can do it, why can’t I? Obviously, I am six now; five was an age of mistakes, but being six means that I can finally do the adult things people talk about. Attempting

halt and as the days progressed as you stood stationary waiting for life to pull you into the current moment. Raging skies and a slight drizzle created the morning atmosphere and I gathered my school stuff before leaving the house. I lived around the corner so walking in the weather wasn’t a problem, as the morning went on the fall of the rain increased by the hour. I can’t remember

“Hi, Mom. Yeah, touring is still amazing.” Rica called. “It’s still a little busy as always, but I’m adjusting. How’s life at home?” She adjusted herself on the couch as Ebony laid her head on her lap and read The Great Gatsby. Rica stroked her face and played with her locs. “I’m still getting used to you being gone.” Her mother said. “Andy’s been spending a lot of time with Eli, Ana’s in school, and I’m… I just miss our little girl talks.” She gave a small, pitiful laugh. “It’s just a little lonely

The man with a dashing raven colored hair reaches for the handle of the door and swiftly pulling it to let himself enter a small cafe’ where a tiny brunette greets him with a kind adorable smile, making his insides flip in different imaginable ways. Sehun ruffles his raven locks, wondering why he has visited this cafe’ for the third time today. The place is small, the coffee sucks, it’s expensive, and not very many people come in. He is practically the only person around, aside from the brunette

I had no idea as to the punishment I may receive, but I had reckoned on at least being suspended from school along with a lengthy grounding from my parents. And as I sat in the principal’s office being questioned by Mr. Williams (the man in the beige suit) a sick feeling began to turn my stomach as I wondered if Keri or Mrs. Perez were truly hurt. Mrs. Perez had looked somewhat better when I’d left the gymnasium, but who knows just how injured she really was. Keri though, I had figured that

continued to run out i knew that i wouldn't make it. But i continued to run and i thought about a quote. “It’s all about the ball the bat and the mit.” and at that point i knew i would continue to run even if i knew the outcome. I turned the last corner to see my boss standing there closing the door. Terrier struck me and i knew that i was going to be left out if i didn't do something. “ Wait” I yelled at the top of my

I walked into the little coffee shop. My watch read 9:52 am. But there she was, mocha in hand, with a bright smile across her face. She had “made friends with the short, squatty guy reading his newspaper.” I had never met Kristen Thomas before…we exchanged words via Facebook about my project and she was more then thrilled to share her story. But I recognized her right away from her bubbly personality and welcoming spirit. She greeted me with a warm smile as she pulled up a chair next to her. I was

Nevaeh squints her eyes and looks passed me; I know she hasn’t heard a word I’ve said. I was used to this by now, though. She’s been like this the past couple months. “Have you gotten to talk to your mom lately?” I change the subject. “Huh?” Her eyes drift towards me lazily. She looks as if she had forgotten I was there. “No, not lately. My therapist says I need to spend more time working on myself and less time worrying about her.” I smile slightly and look at the ground. “Yeah…yeah she’s probably

Michael had changed into a suit, but hadn't put on a tie and his collar was open and his coat was off. He was sitting on his favorite chair, which had an obstructed view of the stairway, so Ellie came at him feet-first, so to speak. He saw first the black suede heels, then her slim ankles in the black stockings. She was slow coming down the stairs, probably the new shoes, he reckoned later, and what he saw next seemed to glide into his vision. It was first the hem, at the middle of her calf. It