TMLA: A Short Story

As we know, the result of “Art is” is “Art is” which returned in an ephemeral form at the Studio Museum. All forty photographs are on display on the basement level of the galleries, which are supposedly reserved for pieces in their permanent collection. The room just outside, whether coincidentally or not, is filled with photos of students - reflecting personal memories. How the museum decides to play with this, is by missing them with old-timer photos of Harlem from the

The stone hollow echoed with dozens of small breaths and the clunky shuffling of chairs and tables. The lighting pulsated, from glowing orbs, the color of mandarins, positioned near walls throughout the room. Every child in the room was quiet in fear of disobeying and in pure content that today was another school day. Eilig sat in the back left of the room, at an ancient wooden desk with years worth of scratches and pen marks. Everyone else’s desks were identical: a scribbled-out heart an inch away from the corner, a deep, inch long scratch on the side. The silence was contagious until a woman entered the room, with hare-like features she clutched a clipboard, needle-like claws holding the soft wood in place.

From the walls, ceiling, and floors, art consumed their whole apartment with files jammed, white bathroom wall with red, yellow, and blue pencil marks, trunk loads of artwork under their bed which elevated it every time they’ve collected more. The Vogels even covered certain art pieces in blankets to preserve their quality and prevent it from fading from light sources. They used every space available in their small apartment to cover in art and didn’t have any room for a couch or more tables and chairs for comfortable and safe conditions. They had over 2,000 works of art holed up in their

Today was a boring day her at CTL. I spend the whole day counseling recently released prisoner from a local organizations. Normally I only have about three or four , but today I had ten. Out of all of the cases these was one that I could not wrap my finger around. The case consisted of a twenty fur year old man who was just released from prison three days ago. A lot of people always asked me if I am scared to talked to recently released prisoners. I don’t know why people always think that I am in danger because of my occupation. To be honest the prisoners are more scared of me than I am of them they don’t know what to expect. The first thing that they always say is what doe they think their chances of being accepted by sociality

Thea scratched at the underside of her wrist, the spot of her final nanite injection, like she had just incurred the mother of all mosquito bites. It did, in fact, remind her of the numerous mosquito bites she incurred while vacationing with her family at the lake, back when she was healthy, back when cancer and cancer treatments hadn’t yet burglarized her of her youth.

(Inside the living room in a small studio apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC. There is gray paint on the walls, ten randomly placed art pieces, and a medium-sized white leather couch. Serina and Alison push open the door and plop on the sofa. Both girls still have their backpacks on.)

How have you been? I would like to thank you for your patience, I have been working a lot on set lately and have finally got some time to devote to your project before the next show which is tomorrow. I just wanted to check in with you on my progress with the script breakdown and budget cost. I am about half way done with it so far, getting into all the characters different looks, timelines. I

Excuse me, I’m talking to you! Can you please answer my question?” Margie demanded. Margie soon felt annoyed and agitated because of this. The front gate soon opened and all the student poured into the school yard, waiting in front of a tall and broad door. Margie curiously followed the students, and while observing the area, she noticed a great sign with the words “Edison Middle School”. The doors soon opened and all the kids stormed into the building with great excite. They immediately stationed themselves in green metal structures. Which held all their “books”. Margie remembered about what Tommy told her about books. Margie suddenly knew where she was. The word school suddenly appeared in her mind. Margie walked up to another student,where she attempted to talk to the

Neon balloons and posters lined the porch and lawn, directing my eyes to the chipped cherry red door. Inside, coaches and students quickly conclude the end of their session; students clean up their supplies and gather their belongings, while the coaches prepare the room for the next class. The building layout, the chaotic transition between one class to another, and the two beautifully painted ceiling panels of a jungle and desert right above the fish tank have been embedded in my memory since the freshman year of high school. Initially, I started working at Ana’s Art Academy as a member of the Friday Clean Up crew. But as I take on more responsibility and work hours, sometimes working for more than seven hours per week, I was soon promoted

When Filoni wanted to contradict canon in TCW, he first went to Leland Chee. The Keeper of the Holocron of course denied him. Filoni wouldn't take no for an answer though. Filoni then contradicts canon anyway and gets his own canon level. Now the reasoning is he went to George and got approval. The problem with that I have only heard that come from Filoni himself, and given his wanton destruction of continuity and disrespect to the fans, I don't believe a thing that man says. By the time TCW was our Lucas had mostly retired. If the conversation even happened, it probably went something like this. Filoni meekly enters George's office. Filoni complains no one likes him. George isn't paying attention, just wondering who this brown-noser is and

Sorry to bother you, but due to the fact that I was sick over the weekend and was not able to work on the Aha Thesis. Although it is not an excuse, I have not been able to work on it much. Frankly, I don't believe I can finish it by tomorrow. Neither have I managed to finish the ELA Ideas paper. I am in a dilemma here, and I have decided that it would be better if I worked on my Ideas paper. Again, I know it is not an excuse, and I'll try my best to finish it. Just wanted to give you a input on my dilemma and a heads up. Sorry.

I told the channel that for few months the talk show would be leaded by Loah, my plan was going really good but I didn’t feel happy. I killed mom, and if I keep on with the talk show I’ll be ashamed of myself. So I couldn’t, I will go on with the talk show soon but I had to rest first. The train had happy people inside. Everything went opposite 5months ago I was the only happy person but now I’ ‘m the only person that wasn’t happy. After having a drive in the train for 40minutes I was finally in the river. The water was much colder than before, but I still went inside. I took a look inside the water; it was clean like always. Today I needed a longer time to think so I was drowning for 10minutes. There wasn’t even one sound.

General Poppy this way" said one of the doctors. Poppy follow them with Teemo in her hands as they follow the doctors and found themself in a room in no time. "General Poppy may you please remove your armor so we can exam you please" said one of the doctors. "No doctors you misunderstood i dont need help, its this kid i found his name is Teemo". "General Poppy i dont understand your clearly have wounds" as the doctor exam her arm which had a blood stain on it. "Ill be fine help the kid"said Poppy. " But General your". "Its a order" comanded Poppy As she cut them off. The doctor did as they was told to do. "Hows Teemo"asked Poppy. "General Poppy he is fine he just need some rest thats it. " General Poppy I am more worried about your wound so

Growing up in Hailsham, Kathy and her friends are considered fortunate as they attend a privileged school and are taken care of by guardians. Interestingly, students at Hailsham cherish their collections of goods they have purchased and have obtained by exchanging. Kathy recalls her elementary years at Hailsham, “[They] each had a wooden chest with [their names] on it ... and filled with [their] possessions - the stuff [they] acquired from the Sales or the Exchanges" (38). The items they have purchased emphasize the student's own preferences and thus “become a motif of identity” (###). In addition, the students are encouraged to create arts that reveals their individuality. At Hailsham, “how much you were liked and respected, had to do with how good you were at ‘creating’” (16). For instance, Patricia C is a character who receive a considerable amount of respect because of her drawing skills. Contrarily, Tommy appears to unhappy at Hailsham since he is not recognized of being artistically talented; therefore, he does not display a special identity of his own. In brief, students at Hailsham attempt to explore their own characteristics through collecting items they enjoy and developing artistic

Once upon a time there was a girl named Elara she had beautiful long black flowing hair and she was short like a patato. She had a dog named phoenix. She woke up in a middle of the dark forest and she went to find a village. She saw a man running in the forest with a green scarf covering his face and he stopped. She tried to go up to him but as soon as he saw her coming he started running. She was confused and knew that she would never be able to catch up to him so she went the way he was running from as she went threw the forest it came to an end and she found two guards standing there and she could hear them talking about a old lord of their village.