Past Issues

Previously published works will appear below.


silence.

Arabella Mitchell I am afraid of silence. Not the quiet kind. Not the kind that’s welcoming,  Ushering you into tranquility,  But the kind that swallows you.  The kind that roars like waves,  Crashing over you,  Again and again  I am afraid of silence. The kind that makes you feel As if you’re a little kid…

Growing Pains

Sasha Olander I’m 6 feet in the air, not looking down, a smile plastered on my face. I hear the cheer music blasting clashing with my coach screaming, “You’re hitting!!! Stay up!” Suddenly, I feel my foot start to turn and my body becomes unstable. And then, the worst thing imaginable happens, I fall. I…

Ballad of the Bookworm

Shirley Yang She stands by herself, but is never alone, for her mind takes her to faraway places, and between her hands is the key to her home. As she flips through the delicate pages, the girl lives through dozens of lives, meets hundreds of people, and walks across countless worlds, each one beside her…

Things Left Unsaid

Sasha Olander P,  I never wanted you but I always needed you. I never loved you but I always craved you. Your presence never impressed me but your absence pains me. You were never the one but you were always second. JL,  Without you, I’m alone.  With you, I am filled with glee. I always…

Forgotten to Remembered

Laurel Carter Laughter and joy once filled the space. It had no clue where this joy came from, why He was always laughing, or why the one that made him smile would always come dancing into the room. The beast would run around on her little feet knocking into the table and destroying whatever was…

Untitled (Andrew Guenard)

Andrew Guenard Untitled 1 I know not why I anger at you  I anger at myself in turn.  For when you turned your eyes from me  You were but another.  For I am a child born of every turned gaze, Of every closed door, every brick in the wall Separating me from the laughing voices…

Irrational Hatred

Joshua Ward I have a dangerous proposition For you today, standing here in Honors  English class. I’m here to tell you that I despise the English language. Okay,  I don’t mean ALL of the English language, But I think we can agree that a lot  Of what we accept in the way we write  And…

Blood

Tul Cherukuri It was sort of  peaceful  watching my mother cleave in two.  It wasn’t nice peaceful–more like eerie peaceful. I can’t explain it; she broke, as if she was a flimsy piece of wood and the surgeon’s blade, a saw. Finally, from inside my mother’s stomach, I caught my first glimpse of the outside.…

Just Keep Scrolling, Just Keep Scrolling, Just Keep Scrolling, Scrolling, Scrolling: Analysis on the Possibly Declining Attention Span

Grey Davidian Working on yet another essay, you sit with your back propped comfortably in the homey nook of your chair. The screen illuminates the room with a soft white hue as the clickity clacks of your keyboard fill the otherwise unbroken silence. Finally, deciding on the topic and the introduction, you begin your somber…

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