This House

By Lorena Torres

This house is beautiful

You are made out brick and wood

With beautiful windows on

A two story house

A beautiful green lawn

With beautiful flowers and bushes

Children and dogs running around

Making new memories and growing old here

Making more birthday parties

Baby showers and puppies running around

Planning dinner parties and house warming

Making house renovations

This house is my house for new memories

It’s my dream house and large enough

For my large family, friends and I

This house is going to be a fun house


Sapphire Avenger

By Mitchell Graves


One day in the junk yard I found an old motorcycle that had a funny symbol on it that I had never seen before. It looked like a howling wolf. The motorcycle was a gold and black street bike with faded paint. I decided right then that I was going to buy the bike and fix it up. A young man walks up to me,

“What’s going on?”

“I’d like to buy this bike. What can you tell me about it?”

“There’s some weird stuff going on bro. I’ll give you a great price on that bike if you take it off my hands. $50 and it’s yours.”

“$50! That’s a steal. I’ll take it right now but I need some gas for it.”

“Ok, you’ve got a deal.”


The old bike started right up once the junk yard man had filled it up. I get on the bike and start heading home, suddenly I hear a voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Who’s there?!”

The bike veers off the road and I try to get it back under control. The next thing I know I am flying through the air and crash into the side of a house. I opened my eyes. “Aaahhhh!” Every bone in my body hurt. I try to sit up, “Craaaap, this sucks!” I pass out again. The next thing I know I am lying in my bed at home with bandages all over me. My mom walks into my room with a bowl of soup. “So are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I don’t remember…” I muttered as I slurped up the soup.

“I don’t believe you for a second. You need to spill the beans right now.”

“I bought an old motorcycle at the junkyard. That’s all…”

“Hmmmmm….Well your bike is all messed up after the wreck you were in so you’ll have to do some work on it.”


A couple of weeks later, once I had healed, I went back to school and decided to use their workshop to fix up my bike. I had to borrow my Dad’s truck to get the bike to the shop because it was so banged up. I spent a lot of hours working on the bike and fixing it up so that I could ride it again. Finally one day it was all finished, and with a new coat of paint the motorcycle looked as good as new. I put in a hip hop cd and rocked out to the music. Finally I could go for a ride again!


I pulled on my helmet and rode over to my girlfriend’s house. “Let’s go for a ride babe, we’ll go get something to eat.” At the Chinese restaurant I told her,

“Look, I’m going to get out of town for a while. I want you to come with me.”


“Sweet, but we have to leave tonight.”


That night we were cruising down the highway and in the distance I saw a sign on the side of the road. It pointed to an old abandoned army base. I decided to take the turnoff and see what happened. My girlfriend said, “Hmmm…where are we going?”

“Well, wherever the road takes us!”

As we got closer to the army base a voice cried, “You should turn around. You’re going to a bad place.”

“Is that the bike talking?!” I wondered.

“Ahhhhhh!” screamed my girlfriend, “You’re bike is talking to us!”

“Chill out babe, it’s harmless.”

“Well maybe we should listen to it and turn around!” she cried.

“No, I want to go on.”


Once we got to the army base I proposed to my girlfriend.

“Yes, I will marry you.” She was so excited.

“This was my plan all along!”

Suddenly there is the sound of roaring engines. A gang of motorcycles appears out of the darkness. They circle my girlfriend and I. “We want your bike kid!”

“Back off!” I cried, “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Hahahahahahahahaha!,” laughed the men, “I’d like your girl too!”

“Don’t touch her!”

The bikes start to ride faster and faster and the circle closes in.

“We call this the circle of death! Hahahahaha!”

Suddenly another voice cried out, “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size!”

Everything went quiet, the gang stopped circling.

Brrrrmmmmmbrmmbrmmbrmm! I turned around to see my bike coming towards me but there was no one on it. It was driving by itself!

“See babe, everything will be alright.”

The gang starts up their engines and all of them ride towards my precious motorcycle.

“Oh No!”

Rrrratatatatat!!! Bullets fly through air and I throw my girlfriend down to the ground. As I run towards my bike dodging bullets I see the gang members being shot to the ground. I jump through the air and slide towards my bike. Finally I reach it and climb on.

“Hop on! I told you this was a bad place. We need to get out of here!” my bike yelled at me.

“Whatever, you’re right and I’m wrong. We need to get my girl before she’s killed.”

The bike spins around and as we ride past my girlfriend I swoop her up and hold her in my arms.

“By the way, what’s your name?” I ask my motorcycle.

“Call me Sapphire. I am here to protect you in your adventures and I will be there for you whenever you need me.”

“We need to go now!” screams my girlfriend.

“Hold on tight,” says Sapphire, “Let’s rock!”

The front wheel lifted off the ground as Sapphire revved her engine and we sped off into the darkness leaving the bike gang in our dust.

As we sped through the gates of the army base I threw a bomb over my shoulder. “Keep going Sapphire, we need to move fast!”

BOOOOOOOMMM! I turned around and watched the army base explode.

“Let’s keep riding Sapphire. I still want to go on my adventures around the country.”

“Ok,” says Sapphire, “But one thing, you need to listen to me when I tell you we’re going to a bad place.”

“Cool with me! Sapphire, I always have strange things that happen to me. I’ll need you to protect me wherever we go.”

As we ride off into the darkness lone motorbike follows our tracks. It’s the evil boss from the motorcycle gang. “I will get that motorcycle soon, it knows too much about us,” cackled the boss, “Then I will get my revenge for killing the gang. I want that kid! That teenage punk! He will die!”


To be continued.


By Lorena Torres

You come in so many colors

From black to rainbow colors

You’re in weddings and funerals

Graduations and birthdays

We love the beauty you bring to us

With your beautiful smell

Some of us are allergic to you

We sneeze and cough

People draw you with leaves

People have you as tattoos on their bodies

With pretty designs

Even in black and white or color

People grow beautiful rose gardens

From their back and front yards to the state capital

Even at the parks

We love you and we find you everywhere


By Ted Yeager


On Thursdays and Fridays at my job at Southside Art Center, I am in the ceramics studio making all sorts of things. I just finished a series of plates featuring the band KISS.


Each band member’s face is painted to represent their interests. Gene Simmons likes the mediaeval times and so his face is painted to look like a demon. He also uses special effects to produce fire and blood. Gene Simmons’ tongue is 7 inches long. He plays bass guitar and goes by ‘The Demon’. Paul Stanley likes astrology, the study of stars, and so his face is painted with a star on it. He plays bass guitar and is known as Star Child. Tommy Thayer, who is known better as Ace Frehley, likes space and science fiction. His face is painted with a space design on it. He plays bass guitar and is called Space Ace. Peter Criss likes cats and so his face is painted to look like a cat. He plays the drums and goes by Cat Man.


All 4 of my ceramic plates have been carefully hand painted are going to be fired one more time to give them a shinier look before going for sale at the Southside Art Center Gallery.

Featured Artist – Jemel

By Joe Siciliano


Jemel is a member of the Southside Ensemble, and also a longtime participant of Southside Art Center. I am such good friends with her in the music studio, she laughs at every funny thing I tell her, and being around her is so much fun, especially during band practice. I have known her since after I started working at Southside in 2008, and I am so good at getting along with her. It just gets better and better with her around because she loves to hear me sing my heart out, and it completely blows her away each and every time. She is so much more than just a friend of mine. She is someone I will always be a part of for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever change that.


Q: Apart from the band, what other studios do you work in?

A: I work in ceramics, the computer studio, and the Vocal Variety choir.


Q: What’s your favorite artwork to make?

A: I like to make boxes in the ceramics studio, and I just finished making a box with hearts on it.


Q: What’s your favorite thing about being in the band?

A: Sometimes I like to sing, and I also like to play the keyboard.

Funny Stuff

By Prometheus Ray Lewis

I’m having a fit. I keep grinding my teeth harder and harder until they feel like dirt. I feel like I have fallen and I can’t get up. I keep walking in circles, everyone keeps telling me what to do and that I’m doing the wrong thing but most of the time I don’t know what the right thing is. I have to look out for myself and make sure that nothing bad happens to me. Nobody else is looking out for me. I feel that when I walk along everyone can see how fake I am.

People tell me that butterflies are beautiful but I think they are filled with poison and when I look at them I can feel myself getting weaker and weaker.

I wish I could lock a door and keep everyone away from me but there are a few people that make me happy and I want to keep them with me. I don’t want to lock them out.

When my parents died someone took their remains and threw them out. No one cared what happened to them. I really hope that they went to heaven and are having a good day. Sometimes I feel like my mama’s ghost is walking with me and talking with me. She tells me her smart ideas and it makes me feel happy. I like when she comes down from heaven and helps me out.

I like giving people presents when they are nice to me because I want them to know that I care about them. These are the people who come to me when I feel bad and help me feel better.

Sometimes I want to pick my friends brains. I want to steal little pieces from them and stick them in my head. I wish I had a better brain so I could be smarter.

My good friend came up to me this morning and made me happy. I’m not having a fit anymore. I forget that I have good friends. I like getting coffee and making up a special brew for my friends. It makes both of us feel happy and people won’t be sad any more. Even I won’t be sad anymore. When I reach out and grab my cup of coffee I start to imagine that it’s turning me half into an octopus and half into a snake. I like imagining other worlds. It makes me feel happy.