Junior / Stories
Bella was a normal 18-year-old girl living life. Today was her senior game. She was a cheerleader, and her basketball team Central High was playing against the Bulldogs.
Junior / Poetry
The Children’s Traveling Circus
As I move from place to place, I discover the secrets of the wannabe mothers,
Junior / Poetry
In a blur of gears and a haze of steam Frequently feeling like a feverish dream
Junior / Stories
A big willow tree once sat in this garden, on top of this small hill, capturing the hearts of hundreds.
Junior / Poetry
Beneath the surface, thought swirl, collide- The clock ticks loud in the silence of my mind,
Junior / Features
Large hands coolly brushed away the dust on his suit. Though it hadn’t been his suit, and it didn’t fit just yet, Jason supposed he would grow into it.
Junior / Features
The Golden Gleam of Power (Website Exclusive)
“Good morning. Rise and shine, sleepy head it’s time to get to work. There’s a lot we need to get done and I don’t have all day.”
Junior / Stories
Sam is a 6 ‘3,” 22-year-old man with dark brown hair, which is graying from stress, and a long beard that hasn’t been shaved in months.
Junior / Stories
The Summer You Learned to Swim
Adeline, what happened? We were supposed to get through this together. It’s been over 3 years we spent together, and this is what it’s come to?
Junior / Poetry
I was the petal under a stone. It can’t ever move unless something lifts its weight.
Junior / Stories
I Spoke To An Addict Below an OverPass
I took a walk through my city until I got lost. I made it to a bridge away from everyone.
Junior / Poetry
What She Could’ve Been (Website Exclusive)
How many Issac Newton’s have spent their lives washing dishes?
Junior / Essays
I would like to state that, for the record, I am not stuck up.
Junior / Stories
That Wasn’t Oscar (Website Exclusive)
The water in the porcelain sink runs clear. I can still feel it: the sin…the blood…on my hands.
Junior / Poetry
It was perfect. The most beautiful thing you may have ever seen.
Junior / Poetry
Redeemable (Website Exclusive)
Out of the evil that covered me, Black as the pit from pole to pole.
Junior / Poetry
The Sadness of House Plants (Website Exclusive)
When a plant fades, its owners are dismal.
Junior / Poetry
Unforgettable (Website Exclusive)
With fresh blooming peonies, I stood at my neighbor’s back door.