Summer Young Writers Anthology - University at Albany
Summer Young Writers Anthology - University at Albany
Summer Young Writers Anthology - University at Albany
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
EVER SINCE SAM WAS A CHILD HE WAS<br />
unparalleled in the powers of<br />
observ<strong>at</strong>ion. He knew which c<strong>at</strong>s<br />
and dogs had fleas by the p<strong>at</strong>terns in<br />
their fur and which animals were<br />
beginning to get sick by the st<strong>at</strong>e of<br />
their pupils. In his fourth-grade<br />
English class he astonished his<br />
teacher in an assignment about<br />
adjectives with a description of a<br />
blade of grass. Whereas most<br />
students wrote one or two words<br />
(green, pointy) Sam’s efforts<br />
produced four pages. But<br />
observ<strong>at</strong>ion can be dangerous; there<br />
are some things best left unnoticed,<br />
facets of the world th<strong>at</strong> are better<br />
seen out of the corner of the eye.<br />
It began with a simple enough<br />
thing—a thin slice to the flesh <strong>at</strong> the<br />
tip of the index finger, <strong>at</strong> a diagonal<br />
to the faint lines of the print. A<br />
paper cut. Sitting on his bed, Sam<br />
dropped the offending book on the<br />
“Being here was<br />
extremely helpful. It<br />
helped my dream of<br />
becoming a better<br />
writer turn into a<br />
reality. All the people<br />
I’ve met here were so<br />
supportive of writing<br />
and now I have<br />
memories to draw<br />
from for my writing.<br />
Thank you!”<br />
— Soniya Shah<br />
<strong>Young</strong> <strong>Writers</strong> | 36<br />
The Pain of Perception<br />
by Liam O’Connor<br />
floor and began to call for aid before<br />
remembering no one was home.<br />
Instead, he turned back to the cut.<br />
Staring <strong>at</strong> it, his face gave no<br />
indic<strong>at</strong>ion of the sharp pain th<strong>at</strong><br />
thre<strong>at</strong>ened to burst out of the tiny<br />
incision. It came in waves, pushing<br />
<strong>at</strong> the doors of flesh periodically, in<br />
time with his heartbe<strong>at</strong>. Sam noticed<br />
the oozings of blood, beginning <strong>at</strong><br />
the edges and welling into the gap <strong>at</strong><br />
the center, eventually overflowing<br />
and running down the side of his<br />
finger. It followed the contours of his<br />
fingerprint. Then something new<br />
caught his eye.<br />
It was a dark shape, seen<br />
fleetingly <strong>at</strong> the edges of his vision,<br />
but Sam turned his <strong>at</strong>tention to it<br />
immedi<strong>at</strong>ely. At first it seemed to try<br />
to elude him, fading away among the<br />
shadows on the wall. But Sam<br />
concentr<strong>at</strong>ed on it and began to<br />
notice things. With each detail, the<br />
object came into sharper focus.<br />
First he noticed the faint<br />
wrinkles in the object, something of<br />
cloth. Sure enough, he saw it to be a<br />
dark cloak, hanging toward the<br />
ground. The m<strong>at</strong>erial had a similar<br />
quality to le<strong>at</strong>her, which cre<strong>at</strong>ed a<br />
burnt appearance and odor. Yet in<br />
some places hair could still be seen;<br />
thin, coarse hairs not unlike those<br />
of...a human.<br />
The cloak was made of human<br />
skin.<br />
Sam began to feel<br />
very afraid. The pain<br />
in his finger threw<br />
itself <strong>at</strong> the wound<br />
faster and faster in<br />
conjunction with the<br />
be<strong>at</strong>ing of his heart<br />
and as it did, the<br />
image became clearer.<br />
His <strong>at</strong>tention was<br />
drawn upward, and<br />
suddenly everything<br />
was in perfect focus.<br />
The cloak’s hood<br />
was pulled back,<br />
revealing an utterly<br />
hairless head. Lashes,<br />
brows, all were<br />
missing. The face was<br />
pure white except for<br />
the blue veins criss<br />
crossing in a chaotic<br />
fashion. Red lips s<strong>at</strong><br />
above a sharp chin,<br />
but they were cracked and blood<br />
seeped from them. Sam, despite his<br />
terror, noticed th<strong>at</strong> the blood<br />
pumped in sync with the throbbing<br />
of his cut. And this was not all.<br />
Blood dripped <strong>at</strong> the same r<strong>at</strong>e from<br />
the pits where ears, eyes, and a nose<br />
continued on page 37