Our Final Goodbyes by Patricia Hansen
I will never forget the day of November 21, 2018, a day that forever changed the dynamics of my family. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and I was looking forward to the gathering my family was planning. I recall …
Neverland by Alexa Hoskisson
Father/ I feel your shadow attached to my feet/ but I am no lost boy/ and you don’t have the strength to be mischievous./ Father, I don’t want to forget/ but my memories are clouded by your crooked walk/ I …
The Midnight Bookstore by Juliet Moore
They walk to her shop on starry nights and sometimes through rain or snow. People who like the quiet of an almost empty space with low lighting and long tables and dusty particles that drift through lamplight to settle on …
Who am I? by Carolyn Bates
Who am I? Biologically speaking, a 20 year old female. True, yet that doesn’t feel right. Who am I? Some may say ‘hard worker,’ ‘student,’ ‘associate.’ Is that all I am? Who am I? Maybe it’s how others see me …
Scales, Fails, and Mirrors by Brandon Carver
Being healthy is almost effortless when you’re young and active. As a three-sport athlete in high school, I never even thought about needing to get fit or be in better shape. With the rigorous year-round practices and games that come …
The Start by Katie Kocheski
A short figure was standing in the middle of a field of blood and bodies. She was panting, puffs of air coming out like smoke; it was freezing. Sword in hand staring off into nothingness, doused in the blood of …
Ableness is Close to Godliness by Salem Verrie
It’s eerie. I lay awake at night as the monster rips at my skin. I have to do what everyone else can do despite the monster. Me and the monster are not friends. But, when people poke at the monster …
Like Words Upon Petals by Brynn Greene
Two birds of a feather. Smiling ever so bright, fitting for the god of the sun. He played songs to his lover, Beautiful music on his golden lyre. They shared a bond that rivaled Orpheus and Eurydice. Connected at the …
Meditations on Fall (from a bunch of random books in my room) by Meagan White
the first week of august was motionless and hot when at last— a long caesura fell and at once it was mid-october and that’s when i begged “Let me do the eternal work of Autumn!” and plucked the greenest leaf …