Aryan's A-Z

  All Clobbered Over Machines Of Careful Coyness As it lures me, (that glow, oh how luminous!), I feel my fingers crawl and prance, The keybinds click and the textile dances, My hands, sporadic, blitzing through it all, Crack! Eek! My fingers convulse, I can’t stop now, just one more word, One more letter, and I’ll finally be free. As it lures me, (I can’t resist!) I feel the oily grip tighten Each click a new step, a new journey, Every url and refresh, I’m back to square one, A jingle of colors, but they tune out the melody, That sweet, sweet call, of my mother for supper, Poof! A button pressed, and I’m left in the rays of an empty world. As it lures me, (It and I are almost one!), I feel myself warped into it, Like a cast of Jumanji, intertwingled eternally, The faint, haunting glow​​ embraces me so, Its comforting demeanor and open suggestions, Present such electronic charisma as to grapple my whole self, And as the final snap warps me into its exoskeleton, I feel all clobbered...

A Deep Dive on Stress Management (From an Expert) A slow dread latches on to your heart, elongating its wretched black fingers until it’s pierced through every artery in your body, sucking the final remaining fragments of energy from your hapless corpse. You walk home as the clouds congregate above you, thunder crackling at your demise. Rain drenches your face as to cover up the tears flowing downwards, and you collapse against the door to whimper in unison with its rustic old creaks. You dump a pile of papers formulating a Leaning Tower of Pisa against the couch, and let the pressure of the world climb up your back, sneer into your eardrums, and slowly drag your body through its blatant lack of resistance into your hard wooden bed frame, knocking you into an abyss that would take sorcery to pull you out of. Every year, 120,000 people die of work-related stress. That's a staggering statistic no doubt, and one that should go near to petrify the 18.8% of high school students who have...

The Solution To It All Aryan Mukherjee February 25, 2023 A cacophonous blare erupts in the background, as the heartbeats sporadically pop out of their sockets. The ravens rip through the sky, their once tactful caws now hinted with remorse and a pinch of trepidation. Another sound blares through, this one a hearty cackle, namely from one Iyana Hutton. Suddenly, a spurt of blood erupts from her mouth, and she crumbles to the ground, victim of her own insolence. A steel apparatus slowly untangles itself from her grip, and falls to the ground with a definitive thump. Just a few hours earlier, she was enjoying herself by a party house, the lurching scathe of the grim reaper not yet poised to take its slash. The irresponsibility adjoined with gun use tarnished her inner conscience, and one gun battle later at Beverly Hills, and she died alongside Nenah Davis and Destiny Sims. Gun Violence has been an issue since 1000 AD, when the weaponry was first conceived. It has wiped out millions of li...