Wyatt Powers, Contributor
May 28, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing
My brother JW is always running these screwball experiments on me, and today the first "test" is shooting me out of a six-hundred-foot cannon. He built the thing in around two days, by himself! My brother promises me that there is a designated target set up for me. Accordingly, he equips me with a parachute to pull when I actually see the target. ...
May 28, 2015
I wonder which way to go
The hard,
Black,
Asphalt. Beneath my
Bare,
Skinned,
Feet.
Jeff Poirier, Contributor
May 28, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing
“What, you’ve never done this before?” Tommy asked me.
“No, I’ve done this with my cousin like a thousand times.” That was a lie, I only told Tommy that because he was our leader, the kingpin of the social circle. Tommy was the coolest kid in the fifth grade, so if I impressed him, I could become one of the gang.
“I don’t believe...
Mary Delvin, Contributor
May 28, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing
The darkness consumes me first.
My body feels heavy,
Like I could drop
Endlessly.
But the atmosphere feels light;
It catches me,
And suddenly I am light too.
Light enough to rest on a cloud,
A cloud that could only be dreamt.
That is how my mind feels,
Like a cloud.
Soft, uneven bundles of white,
Overwhelming me.
I feel nothing, I hea...
Haley Shettles, Contributor
May 28, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing
Please stop! Mustn’t we take
a break? Oh, how my feet ache
and my back sore, and I have
this throbbing in my eyes.
You are too fast! It is hard
for me to see. I believe you
are already a few paces
ahead of me!
Yes, I can see the prints
your shoes left. They make
a trail on the path, a path I do
believe is getting smaller as we...
Brennan Griffin, Regular Contributor
May 28, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing
I can never look in their eyes.
I can never take a contract that involves me getting close to the target.
I can never be close enough to see, not their eyes, the light behind them.
I can never see the light behind their eyes that tells a story.
I can never see the light that makes them human.
I can only do my work from a distance.
I...
Natalie Rugg, Editor of News and Opinion
May 7, 2015
Filed under Creative Writing
My sister and I snuck downstairs to play computer games in Pépère’s office. The grown-ups had been talking upstairs about people I didn’t know who lived in places I couldn’t go. When my sister Holly and I became bored, we liked to come here or go upstairs to play with our stuffed animals. We lived in our imaginary world because ...
