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Tonight for the first time, I couldn’t stand the sunset.

I hate the sunset tonight (Vignette)

Belly Vue, Writer May 8, 2025

First one. First you raised me, when he never did. When all he ever did was hate hate hate. My fathers father. First one, you loved me. You cared for me, and treated me as if I was your first. I wasn’t....

The desk I envision reading at on my own.

I taught myself

Addy Mooradian, Writer May 7, 2025

I taught myself trivial things. Like playing the piano. I taught myself how to speak Spanish. I learned how to tangle myself in a person, and how to untangle myself from them, leaving no wreckage or...

I loved feeling the wind rush by my face and that feeling of cold air brush across my face on the hot, sunny spring and summer days.

The Good Old Days (Vignette)

Taylor Basson, Writer May 2, 2025

Back in the good old days. I loved playing outside. I would play and play until the sunset. One day my brother grew older and taller; he no longer could fit in one of those little motorized jeeps. But...

Aneesa has been my best friend for three years, and has seen me grow up.

A letter to my soulmate (vignette)

Isabella Pacotti, Writer April 11, 2025

February 25, 2025 Dear Aneesa,  From the first time I met you, all I could think was how cool you were. How you had this quiet confidence, and how I just wanted to be your friend. I remember...

The shack looks worse now - this was two years ago.

A rickety old shack (Vignette)

Patric Wallis, Writer April 3, 2025

Change was so normal for me, and I grew up with it so often that it didn't scare me much. My parents joined the military as teens and ended up so far away from what they knew: one in Italy and the other...

You took a part of me, then played the victim.

Taken, not given. (Vignette)

anonymous April 1, 2025

Trigger warning— the following vignette discusses sensitive topics revolving around sexual assault and abuse. Reader discretion advised. No. A one-word sentence. My sentence you took as a challenge;...

Living in different worlds as we challenge high school together.

The space between us (Vignette)

Bella DeNicholas, Writer March 11, 2025

The seniors and freshmen live in separate worlds. The seniors are in their universe and we’re in ours. My sister for example. Her world is full of college applications and thoughts of the future. She...

The loss of a childhood pet is a universally painful experience.

Gone, but never forgotten (Poem)

Taylor Basson, Writer March 7, 2025

You were more than a pet, a best friend. With every wag, every bark You filled my days with love so true A bond unbreakable, me and you A gentle nudge, a playful spark A love that lit the deepest...

Will you be my valentine?

Right around the corner (Poem)

Bella DeNicholas, Writer February 13, 2025

Red roses, red hearts Valentine’s Day is around the corner Even the small parts Those with none stand like a mourner For we wish we had a significant other A time to show love and appreciation To...

Starting November 5, 2024 sites were updating vote counts and the electoral college in real time.

Trump to carry out second presidential term after results cement a win over Vice President Harris

Kaylina Madrill-Gruenberger, Writer November 22, 2024

AP has officially called the presidential race and declared Donald Trump the winner of the 2024 election. By securing 312 electoral votes out of the 270 needed to win, he will be the United States 47th...

Abandoned like a building.

“Out of Place” (Memoir)

Anonymous November 7, 2024

Trigger warning – the following essay discusses topics including abuse, suicide, and self-harm.  I was never his. Not by blood; not by association. The man who’d been one of my father figures since...

Snow is the time for festivities, family, and fun.

As Slow as Molasses (Poem)

Bella DeNicholas, Writer November 6, 2024

The winter is cold A time we want to forget As we hold To our regret The days feel As if they can’t Be real As those chant Cheery Christmas songs And spread love The longs Of...

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