The distribution of foreign anger or vengeance sweeps the grounds of poisoned millennials. As things go, the miniscule amount of two grains of salt can be so boundlessly lethal anymore. Not only the unknown I mourn, while of course they’re …
Nostalgia by Cassidy Monroe
The tattered worn down, gray fabric hung barely by the gaping holes at the top of the seven-foot window. A slit just big enough for rays of the golden shimmering sun to shine through the dark and dingy cave like …
Music Vibes by Sara Potter
I have decided to ride on top of the rhythm of the music that seems to be creating the soundtrack of my life. As the beats assimilate and the treble vibrates, so does the beating of my heart and the …
Hollow Eyes: Victim’s Impact Statement by Nichole R. Newberry
Our eyes are the windows to our souls and our auras are filled with colors that reflect our psyche. Eyes filled with merriment, love, happiness and kindness embrace auras of yellow, red, green, and orange. Eyes filled with anger and …
Finding Chico Suave a Forever Home by Marie Rodriguez Carrillo
One day I received a call from my neighbor Jim; he was upset. He had a family of Mallard baby ducks, and two magpie birds had killed all the siblings but one. I said, “Bring him to me.” He brought …
A “Not-So” Dystopian Future by Jordan Phillips
“Hey Siri, how will the implementation of artificial intelligence advance human beings into the next technological revolution?” Hollywood cinema might suggest a horrifying visual of a technology obsessed culture suffering its demise through a robotic uprising. While it makes for …
Ray by Sarah Kuhns
I could probably walk there blindfolded for someone who doesn’t have much sense of direction. I can see it now. The tinted barber’s pole sat slightly below the sign outside. Red, white, and blue swirls. The sign either read “Ray’s” …
The Socratic Seminar: A Queer Ethos by Sierra Shields
I graduated in 2015 from Sierra High School located in the Harrison school district, the same year that same-sex marriage was legalized. In both our English and Social Studies classes, we used the Socratic method when we would discuss various …
Fair Mermaid by Lawrence Koebernik
The moon was full and high in the sky that night, giving off a glow of light to the beach. It allowed me to see the board walkway that led nearly to the water’s edge, stopping only a couple yards …
Bad Day by DeAndre Bright
The sky is grey with rain. You feel a kind of strain. The mind is getting narrow-sighted. Anger can easily be misguided. The usual outlet is to scorn. The family we have known since we were born. Everything seems wrong, …