Justin Chen, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
September 3, 2016
No one likes getting in trouble. Not from parents and especially not from momma. I mean, my dad probably just tell me after I broke the dishes, “Justin, don’t do that again!” “Sure pops,” and everything would be cool...
Griselda Maya, Creative Writing
September 3, 2016
Bland potential.
Things were smooth
He was nothing more than a friend
In the same space but unblended
Then out of nowhere things got rough
He became thoughts of ‘we’
Like chunks of ice thrown into the mix to ...
Justin Chen, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
September 2, 2016
Life's not fair to any of us,
It’s harsh and cruel,
It is the silent assassin that sucks our essence away
Everything that we cherish, no matter how small, is taken away from us.
It has taken my hamster away from me right unde...
Emily Nichols, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
September 2, 2016
Before you,
I was nothing but a shell of what I am today.
Before you,
a consuming fear made my life a constant battle.
You were the lights that lead me out of the darkness.
Before you,
I never knew the true feel...
Andrew Weir, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
September 1, 2016
These fragments of an emotion that was
Naturally repelled yet forced together
This shrapnel for a self that was
Mangled to a larcenous anarchic beauty
Love is a cruel desire
Oh dystopia
Yet we can’t falter
Yet...
Zhiqi Wang, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
September 1, 2016
Some people ease in,
slip away.
They seem there,
then they’re not.
Not him.
He came in like a wrecking ball.
Lights, cameras, action!
Everything felt like a movie, a dream.
His drippingly s...
Justin Chen, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
August 30, 2016
All he wanted to do was live an ordinary high school life, but that dream was shattered on the first day. Where am I? I need to make it to the orientation fast, Rickie thought as he searched frantically for the cafeteria. Sudden...
Marcus Burton, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
August 30, 2016
The Heel of My People
We, the last of a dying age,
We the chosen to lift ourselves,
We the last words of our resting forefathers,
We have failed. We are okay with that.
Falling ever closer to our own inevitable d...
Griselda Maya, Creative Writing
August 29, 2016
I am the ultimate cry baby.
“Punished” twice
And all I’ve learned is that I am really good at crying.
The first time Daddy was upset.
I had left school without telling him
And the cops that gathered said I was missing....
Kylie Seifert, Guest Writer, Creative Writing
August 29, 2016
A group of friends were so hot their skins burned. But then a large puddle slipped them and took them to a secret place where water is everywhere.
The sign said ‘Slide and Jump’ it is full of water, trampolines and sl...
