THE NOOSE ON THE ANIMAL
By: Iris P. Concepcion

Beat the seasoned writer twice. I got it by the word: Jots. As in jotting down the words on paper. A triple letter word. It added up to 44. I felt like I developed instant biceps.

The letter K needs to be retrieved though and we need to fix the table for the matches. After winning, I showed my backpack with the words: "We always got our ideas from the outside world." From Mareart. I love making people laugh. It is a hard role though.

I am really relishing the silence and nuanced arrows of my league. Sometimes, I just need to release the chortles of surprise. Fathers now deliver enigmatic lines like "Shut up Iris" and "I am sent to protect those who bilk you."

When the whole world conjures the demise of this writer's affection for the better other, he comes walking in great topshirt with the words: "Wanted: Young and Skinny. Preferably Orphaned." I failed the first, am working on the second and passed the third requisite.

Of course, we are still tight as a braided rope.

The kids scamper for eggs. Eggs and pulp bits. Their voices are so distinct like old, old people.

I am truly from Stanford University and my mentor flies, literally, above the skies.