‘Twas a sad and fretful morning, For I knew anon that it would last, So there I sat and thought hither, forlorning, Of moments long and moments past. ‘Twixt us, young mind, there is no...

The noise of the school filled his ears. It was all he heard: gossip whispers, clattering shoe heels, rustling papers, and creaking doors. For someone else, it might have felt good to live in the moment,...

Entering the orchestra was all I could remember. True, I had been troubled by my past visions and schoolwork was mounting, but in that moment, all I could concentrate on was the rhythmic pounding of the...