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Submitted by admin on Tue, 01/31/2017 - 12:48

What does the sound of a siren make you think of? What is happening? Are they coming for you? Or your character?


I can hear the sounds

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 18:52

Oh someone set off their alarm again.

Move off the road.

Something’s burning.

Time to take a break.

Sorry Officer.

Next Class.

Will that thing please stop it’s giving me a headache.

Stop writing.


Where It All Went Wrong

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 17:17

As I jumped into the sewer I heard the sirens go over head.I sat down and thought to myself where did I go wrong.


When I was a little kid I loved to go to school and play with my friends.Then one night bandits came to my house and stole all we had.We were forced to sell our house,buy a R.V,and leave town.

The Good Sirens

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 16:34

Sirens. All I hear is sirens. The loud obnoxious sound drilling into my ears.
The sirens getting louder and closer to me every second. I take a deep breath and pull my car to the edge of the road, hoping that the cops are not after me. I cross my fingers and hope that the sirens go right past without noticing me. I have already gotten two tickets this month and I couldn't bare to get another one. The sirens pass my car, heading up the steep New York City street. Whew, I'm safe….I'm safe, but someone else isn't. Someone else out there called the sirens. Everyday the sirens are somewhere in the world, because of fires, murders, heart attacks, robberies, or accidents. I should be thankful for those sirens, doing us good everyday of our lives, preventing all of those tragedies. If you're ever the car and you hear those sirens, don't think it's a waste of your time to pull over, don't get frustrated with doing the extra work, because these sirens are saving the day. They are the good sirens.

Siren, the Song of Death

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 16:08

You hear a sweet melody. So you walk toward the coast. You see a beautiful woman in the water. You hear her song. You go closer. You see she is ten feet in the water. So you step in the water. She turns around. You see she is actually a siren. She drags you to the depths and you were never seen again.

A siren

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 16:01

An echo of a mother’s laugh

Serene and beautiful yet empty.

So so empty.

Empty like a ship at the bottom of the sea,

Empty like the wind between the reef.


It’s allure is powerful and gentle, it tugs at your soul, your inner desires.

Not demanding but calling, like a mother’s lullaby to a drowsy child.

Lullaby, love, lullaby, love.

A tug at the strings that produce the song of the sea that lies within us all.

beckoning towards the tiny bit of ocean that is trapped inside.

Promises to deliver it back home.

So it will be safe.

Safe below. Safe in the deep, deep sea.


Deep. Below. Time. Has. Stopped.


Up above it is woven amongst the chaos of earth.


Beauty is a fragment when you are half dead.

So it calls.

It sings.

It beckons.

A sweet reminder of home. Reclaiming you at last.



Sirens Filled My Ears

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:50

My room was silent. I could almost hear the sound of the snow hitting my window one by one. I was home alone because my parents were at my fathers conference meeting in Chicago. All of a sudden I hear a screetch down the road and sirens ring in my ears. I shoot up from bed and race for the phone to call my parents. Who's hurt? What happened? Was it my mom and dad? Thoughts go racing through my mind as I pick up the phone. My hands were trembling as I wait for it to pick up. The phone picks up and I hear my mothers voice on the other end. Hello sweetie it's your mother...

The New Red

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

     As my vison cleared, I was standing in the middle of the big apple and the half moon was silhouetted. In the distance a new encounter was coming that was the sound of death. Before the noise kicked in, a blaze of red light hit at the tin sky. Flowing the sky into the the hirizon. It's not important where I was, what's more important is how long I've been asleep.


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:49

It happened so quickly, in the blink of an eye.

Bang! And then lights out.

The pain, the excruciating pain, was like nothing I had experienced before.

It felt as if someone has just stabbed me in the gut 100 times.

Then there were the sirens. Blurry and faint at first but then loud and clear.

Warm, thick, sticky blood was pouring oozing out of my side.

It was all a blur until I started remembering.

Eyes open, wide awake in the hospital bed.

A Siren in the Night

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:32

Do you ever wake up and don't know where you are?

Do you ever wake up and feel scared to death but don't know why?

Have you ever woken up not knowing who you are for just a quick second?

Have you ever woken up to the sound of objects clattering?

Or hearing screams in the night?

Have you woken up to nothing but darkness?

And all of a sudden, see a red light. Faint but luminous?

And the last sound you hear before you fall back into the trance of slumber. A siren.


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:30

He heared the sirnes. He new he did something wrong. They were getting closer. He wanted it, was it worth it. They were getting closer. He wanted to show his friends he was cool enough to have them. Was it worth it? They were getting closer. They were just $100, but his family coudn't afford them, just like sports, new shoes or clothing, and a propper home. They were getting closer. He began to run, he till his his throat was dry and his crap was two painful. He looked for somewhere to go, nowhere. Nowhere to go or hide, nowhere safe for him to be. They were getting closer. What was he going to tell the police or his parents. He stopped and stood there looking straight like a statue wth emotions. Nervousnes flooded over him like the tears in his eyes. He dropped the shoes and waited, waiting for them to come and take him like they took his brother. They were getting closer. He looked at the shoes one more time. Then, the sirens were there. The boy was left with nothing but the police, himself, and the cold night. It was over that was that.

A Siren in the Night

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

Have you woken up to nothing but darkness?

And all of a sudden, see a red light. Faint but luminous?

And the last sound you hear before you fall back into the trance of slumber. A siren.
Do you ever wake up and don't know where you are?

Do you ever wake up and feel scared to death but don't know why?

Have you ever woken up not knowing who you are for just a quick second?

Have you ever woken up to the sound of objects clattering?

Or hearing screams in the night?


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

Short short long


It is the heartbeat that could save a heart

The siren that rings terror of some and hope for others.

Is it death? Or is it another chance of life?

I cannot speak for those who feel the terror, for I only feel the privilege of my pigment.

For those who are invoked by terror, I can only feel sorrow. I feel division. 

Am I the lucky one? 

Am I the one forced to look upon death as it arrives untimely?

Or am I the one who could make the change?

Am I the one who could save a life and doesn't?

Am I the one so surrounded with privilege that a sacrifice for others is unimaginable?

I am angry for I may be all of these.

I am angry. 

I am sad.

What I am they know. 

What I am I know.

My parents know. 

I know. 

They knew.






The Siren

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

"Oh no the siren is coming" I yell back to my friend Emma. 

"It's ok they won't get us, the crime wasn't that bad." Emma says.

"That bad! We stole the presidents daughter, I think that's pretty bad." 

"Ok ok your right. Hey there's a cave over there let's go there." Emma says running the way of the cave. I make it to the cave and put the president's daughter in the corner. "Ok so what do we do with her?" Emma asks.

"Well the people didn't say, they just said to steal her and don't get caught." I say.

"Oh well that was helpful. Why did we agree to this were only kids."

"Remember they said they would help our family."

"Yeah I know they just better hurry up." 

"Yeah they better." Emma says. Emma walks over to the president's daughter and starts to talk to her. I walk over to the entrance of the cave. The cold wind blows on my face cooling me down. 




The stalker

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

This guy was walking into the store. He got some soda and chips for a party. As soon as he got out of the store, there was a police car with it's siren on. He started running to the house so he can't be late. As he was running, he heard the siren get louder and louder. He turned around and there was a cop that was driving and following him. He started to sprint into the forest where the party was held.

The loud Sirens

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:26

I hate the sound of sirens. When I hear them it could mean anything. It could mean somone has gotten injured, killed or someone killed someone else. Who knows who they could be picking up when I hear them. The cops could be arresting my brother or the ambulance could be picking up my grandpa because he had a stroke or something worse. What if the police came after me because they think i've done something I haven't.    

It woke me

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:14

I go from sound asleep, to hearing a treacherous sound worst than a young baby's cry. Worst than the sound you hear when fighter jets flying over above. This sound woke many up. I want it to stop, but then soon comes lights, adding to the sound, lighting up the sky like 4th of July fireworks. Except not shining pretty lights, these lights made me think of danger they were red, they bounced back and forth through my eyes like a ping pong ball. I didn't know what to do so I just rested my head back upon my pillow. My room became its self again, calm, dull lighted and safe, until the sound came back again. This time I got up to find it, it was the sirens of a police car rushing to whatever emergency they had next


Away From The Light

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:12

             The smell of smoke permeated my sweltering room. I twisted and turned in my worn and dusty sheets. The darkness pressed my tired eyes. My thoughts wandered far past my dirty window with blackout shades. Far past the mounds of rubble. Far past the Thames and the smog of the city I rested. Imagining cool air blowing in my face and the sound of water in the background. First there was silence in the darkness of my worn-out room then there were sirens. A high mournful wail that sparked fear in the hearts of all, that sent all citizens of exhausted London into the ground like rats, running from light. Pounding footsteps surround me. Yelling fathers, crying babies, questioning children, screaming mothers and me. I am yanked from where I lay in my sweltering bed and we run. Into the ground like rats. Away from the wail and the pounding footsteps of the bombs. Like rats we run, away from the light of the pounding bombs.


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:12

When I hear siren sound I always think a police close to me or a firetruck. But sometimes when there is a fire in a house the emergency siren goes off which is mean it's there is fire in the house or the house on fire. Or sometimes in happy birthday party there is some sirens going off. But some of time I think police car near the house. All the times I think is an emergency car. 



Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:11

When I hear sirens I think about the mythological sirens in the story of Odysseus in The Odyssey but I also think about who got hurt and if everyone is okay and why do so many bad things happen in this world today. I feel that sirens for a lot of people can mean danger and fear. Sirens are useful for having people get out of the way so the person driving the vehicle with sirens can get to where they need to be faster. I think the idea of sirens meaning fear in the world started in Ancient Greece when Odysseus was tied to his mast to not go near the mysterious Sirens. Overall I believe sirens are a great idea to keep people safe and help people get to safety.

The Siren

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:10

The Siren is coming, coming for us. They know what we've done. They've seen what we've done. Their coming, faster and faster to chase us down. Sirens wailing, screaming past every car. "Drive!"

Can't Stop Running

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:03

     I was running, he couldn't stop running. Don't look back. Don't start cry. Just keep running! Then I started to hear it, there were sirens and I knew I was gonna get caught. Bag in left hand, phone  in right hand. The sirens were getting louder and I couldn't think if what to do next, so I just kept running and running. got it. They can't turn quickly they have to slow down to take a turn or just decide that they want to crash. Stop running. Turn around. And run the other way down the alleyway I grew up in. I saw everything else that I had stolen: blankets, pillows, and all that good stuff. I jumped the fence off the box and hid under a board that was for my food. I never was this scared in my life. I have had stolen things before and was never sure what any of the consequences were for stealing, but I did it anyway because I didn't have anything else. My mom had passed away because she was trying to protect me from a cop shooting and my dad had passed away because of an illness. Then I heard them they were right next to me I stopped breathing. 

Alarming my Heart

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:54

I ride my bike through the park heading to my favorite ice cream stand, I admire the warm temperature and what a beautiful day it is. As I glide along the path I hear sirens "weeoooweeoooweeooo" although I had done nothing wrong, my heart races and I can feel my feet pedaling faster. I look around to see where the sirens are coming from, they are driving up the block, everything's in slow motion. I look for cover, I see a bush so I jump off my bike into the bush and realize how stupid I must look, everyone else is walking around casually and then there is me who is still lying in a bush. The bush is almost dead so it doesn't have many leaves but I stay there and hide

one hour later

I wake up, I can't believe I fell asleep in a bush, I was hiding like my life depended on it but the cops must have been gone like 10 seconds after I jumped in the bush. It is almost dark by now so I get back on my bike and in my head, decide to never speak of this again.

Ding Dong Ditch

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:53

       One for the memory books. Every Thanksgiving for a tradition we have an annual knee hockey game Parents vs Kids. This might have been the most outrageous game yet. Us being kids would pretend this was the biggest game of our lives. My family got to my cousin's house and we did what we usually do, sit around the counter and talk. The kids would always get bored after like 10 minutes. After a little bit of sitting around the counter and being bored me, my brother, and my two cousins went downstairs. We grabbed sticks and started to shoot on the net.


“ Alright guys we need to figure out who’s playing goalie we need two people and we need to figure out our starting lineup.” said my cousin Thomas


I volunteered to be goalie which I really didn’t want to do but I kind of had to because no one else was volunteering. I would play goalie for 1 and half periods and then my brother would do the other 1 and a half periods We had a very organized practice and got ready for the annual knee hockey game.Then dinner came we hurried and shoveled everything. We tried to rush our parents but it didn't work. It was like try to rush a slug to get somewhere fast.  Except the parents would always take much longer than us. The kids went down to the basement and set it up and got prepared. The parents came down everyone got into their sports where they always sit. My dad was the ref but whenever we played this game he would sit in a chair and fall asleep. The game started and just to let you know one of my uncle Ange is playing goalie with a broken leg. We started the game and everyone was having fun until I got into the game and I got the puck and went down the basement. I shot the puck and once I shot the puck I hear a screaming ouch hh hh.  I looked up and my stick was in between my uncle ted’s  legs. The laughter broke out and I felt so bad. After this, my uncle kind of had a chip on his shoulder. About 5 minutes after that whole incident my mom tries to get the puck from my cousin Will and when she does her stick comes up and hits my cousin in his nose.

“ Oh my god I am so sorry!” yelled my mom


His nose starts bleeding instantly. It was like a river of blood coming out of his nose.My mom felt extremely bad but Will thought it was really funny.  The game had 2 minutes left and the parents had the puck and my uncle got it and went through everyone. Then my uncle shot the puck and it went in my uncle jumped in celebration. He didn’t realize his stick was up and that it went through the ceiling tile.

“OH MY GOD” my uncle Ted yelled

“ Don’t worry about it that always happens.” said my other uncle


But we didn't realize the title snapped in half and that we couldn’t put it back into place. This has been a joke every time we get together. The game went on and near the end of the game it was 5-5 and then my brother shot the puck and the puck tiptoed into the net.


The Woods

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:52

I finished pooring my bowl of cereal and went to my couch. I live alone in the middle of the woods, it gets lonely sometimes.... ok, all the time. turning on the TV i took a spoon full of cereal. I look ouside my window seeing red and blue lights and I rise an eyebrow confused. The sound of a police siren catches my attention. 'what?' i think to myself. they must be comming for me, i mean i live alone and there is NOBODY else around. did i do something wrong? am i going to get arrested? No, no no no, i cant get arrested. i put down my bowl onto the coffee table and i put my jacket on. i cant face the cops, im to much of a wimp. I'll studder, I'll panic, I'ts just going to go all wrong. Going out the back door i start to run into the woods, the large, dark, quiet, patch of woods.     #VTwrites17

A Sunny Day on the Front Lines

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:48

The siren sounds, everybody looks up at the sky to see smoke coming from a trail of humvees. The screech of mortars hang in the air. Everything goes up in flames. Men grab their weapons and women and children hide away in the clay houses. Some of the younger men open up the gates for the humvees. People badly injured are carried into a pop up tent with a big red cross on it. An American flag swurves in the hot and heavy wind, and the machine guns opens up on the terrorists that everybody knows.


“Just another sunny day on the front lines.” I say to myself.



Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:40

The sound of sirens remind me of an ambulance on its way to help someone in need. This sound is comforting but also scary. You know someone is hurt and needs medical care immediately but you also know that there are people out there ready to help whenever you need them. These people drop what they are doing in order to respond to the cry for help. From difficulty breathing to a cardiac arrest call, these personals are prepared for anything. The next time you hear sirens, don't feel scared. Think about the person in the driver's seat and pray for their safe arrival on the icy roads. Think about the person who is hurting on that particular day and pray that they get the treatment they need. Sirens are enthusiastic responses to those in need.

I lost my ring

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:40

The sirens I hear are my own fast paced breaths as I realize that my finger was donned with one less ring than when I had left my house this morning.


"Where the fuck is it?" is the squeak of police car tires racing after the ambulance of panic. Troops, going in to save.


Rationality is the followup detectives. "What happened here," their open notebooks all read, "where could it have gone?"


The widow, my remaining ring, begins to pen a eulogy.

What I Think When I Hear The Word Siren

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:40

Siren is a signal that emergency vehicles use to alert traffic. When I think of the word siren words, thoughts come across my mind. When I hear the sirens I think disaster, tragedy, danger, accident. These are just a few thoughts I have when I hear the sirens. The first thing I think "Something happened is it a car accident? or a fire? or a shooting?".Then I access how many sirens I hear "i only hear one siren so it must be a minor accident or whatever it is.". When I see the vehicles I know more about the situation.


Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 13:37

I could hear them in the distance again. The loud, ear-splitting sirens that notified yet another destruction of a town. They were at such a high decibal, that anything within 5 miles would be immediately killed. The sirens were slowly creeping closer to my home though. However for the last 15 years, they always stayed at least 30 miles away, thank God. However, tonight it was different, instead of hearing them at eight o'clock sharp, I heard them at 8:02. They were never late, nor early and this thought haunted me until I realized. The Rebels, a group of fighters that were slowly but surely gaining more and more power over the looming threat of the sirens. They had detained them for two minutes tonight, which was a record and for once in my small, fear-filled life, there was hope. Hope of being able to go out of my home and see the light. Hope to meet new people and see new things. Hope for a normal life in which I can live in. Hope for this torture to end, once and for all.