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  • January 20, 2018By Marie Isabela

    More than 200 days. Almost eight months. And they would finally see each other again, this time, more than friends. Dean didn’t know how it would unfold. He’d said in his letters that they would go out on a date, but they couldn’t. Not in Briston. Not in public. Not unless they wanted to be

  • January 10, 2018By Marie Isabela

    Nina’s car horn woke me from my slumber. I slid open my window to find my friends motioning for me to come on already. I’d fallen asleep, and now I’m late. The clock reads a little past 10pm. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.” I dart around my room, thrusting my hand into the pile of clothes. My

  • December 11, 2017By Alexine Castillo Yap

    During my last lesson with the lotus painter, the asphalt road in front of her studio glistened nigh-metallic under the sun. The air was not air so much as it was an incredibly dense state of matter in between liquid and gas that bordered on defying the laws of physics. My shirt had already begun

  • December 11, 2017By Marie Isabela

    In life, there will always be tiny little moments that sink into your mind and stay there forever. Some feel pointless, some feel melancholy, some feel delightful and some feel humorous. This moment takes me back to the days I would sit in a coffee shop in town and finish schoolwork or continue with my

  • December 4, 2017By Beth Haze

    isaac looked around incredibly confused. by the chuckle that escaped from the old man to his right, it was obvious to everyone around him just how nervous and clueless he was about his next move. he had done this a million of times, why was this one so incredibly difficult? yeah, he was grocery shopping.

  • November 19, 2017By Beth Haze

    (lower case intended) pen in hand and stack of books to his left, shawn was more than ready to start signing copies of his hard work. he couldn’t believe that after so many years passed someone truly saw his point of view and decided that it was worthy enough to be shared with the world.

  • September 1, 2017By Hannah Leonard

    Gillian ‘Frickin’ Flynn needs to stop. She needs to stop being such an amazing author. I’ve only read two books by her so far and the one I just finished was a short story she wrote for George R. R. Martin.I don’t usually read ghost stories, but The Grownup was a book that I couldn’t put

  • August 22, 2017By Marie Isabela

    Never Trust a Fox The clenching of Jackson’s heart and the tightening of his chest sent a painful ache up and down his core. Keep running, keep running, keep running, he told himself. With only the moonlight to guide him and the knives at his side to protect him, Jackson curved both vertical and horizontal

  • June 24, 2017By Krysten Sliwinski

    Walking out of the ugly prison otherwise known as school on the last day of the year always gave me a sort of liberating sensation. Knowing I wouldn’t have to return for another three months was a blissful sensation. But acknowledging that when I came back in the fall I would be a senior and afterward have

  • June 14, 2017By Elisabeth Schmeissner

    This short story is inspired by a moody southern gothic picture and tells the story of the house seen in the photo.  Deep into the dark field there is a lonely, broken little house at the end of a lane. The house contains no one, no one stops by to visit, and no one knows about

  • May 29, 2017By Zoe Gonzalez

    Back and forth his arm shook to pull flame from flint as he cursed a delicate “damn” and continued his onslaught of quick movements. His actions screamed, a spark, anything, please. He believed the Boy Scouts to project an institutionalized hyper-masculinity which countered the neutral, introverted qualities of great intellectuals since the beginning of time

  • May 15, 2017By Brandon Meyer

    (this is part two! read part one here) I threw up in the bushes and got lost in the forest trying to get out so I could find you again. I ate something bad. Something…really…really bad. I felt the bile rise in my throat again and saw the vomit spew out of my mouth on

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