Those Red Shoes
BY ELIDA ROSKAMP I open my eyes and the landscape around me looks strangely familiar, but I’m not sure from where though. I see a small village off to my … Continue reading
Insatiable Pacific
BY GREGORY HIRSCH The love between Angelina and George was never to abate. George was not new to the feeling of love but ignorant when he felt it for another … Continue reading
Its Presence
BY ANUSHRI KULKARNI I struggled. Thrashing at the ropes, I attempted to get up, but every bruise on my broken body was throbbing with pain. It had been two days. … Continue reading
Leave No Trace
BY ELENA HAZZARD My snowshoes flattened the sheets of snow beneath me and I could hear Abby and Ray laughing behind me, trudging along past the green trees dusted with … Continue reading
Her Mind’s Eye
BY ALEX MESSINA She had no name, no voice. The world had no recollection of the little girl with the big, brown eyes. They saw her as the girl with … Continue reading
Everything Will Be Alright
BY YUQING KARA LIU January 2059 Her lifeless stare bore a hole in me. My mother was gone, destroyed by the man-made creation that I thought was supposed to bring her … Continue reading
Red is My Favorite Color
BY ELLA SHACKELFORD I honestly didn’t realize how hard it would be to get blood out of overalls until I was doing it myself. Especially white overalls. Charlie once told me … Continue reading
Deaf-ying the Odds
BY KRISHALI KUMAR What the hell is in this coffee? It tastes like dirt steeped in gasoline. I knew I shouldn’t have ventured from the safe embrace of the Starbucks … Continue reading
A Guardian of Sorts
BY OLIVIA WATSON Time whisked carelessly away, hour by hour, as crowds of people scuttled around, sharing a similarity to ants, in every direction the eye could see, all possessing … Continue reading
When the Boy
BY MARIE ZELAYA When the boy was six, his mother tried to tell herself that her son’s frequent falls were nothing more than the awkward stage of a growth spurt. … Continue reading
The Day I Didn’t Die
BY SOPHIE KOSIBA Every time anything touched my skin, the searing pain reverberated across my entire body. It would always cause me to wince or sometimes scream and even more … Continue reading
My Momma Always Told Me: You can sleep when you are dead
BY KYANNE SKELTON She is a little woman — little, but her coat, cut for a man, hides the ripple of muscle underneath. Her mouth is open, head tipped back … Continue reading
Like a Library Book
BY LINDSEY STAUB The beat-up, red Nissan jolted to a stop in one of the parking spaces in the practically empty lot. I turned off the ignition and stared out … Continue reading
Suburbia
BY KAI SHERWIN The click-clack of the uneven highway is loud. Really loud. The noise seems endless, so to pass the time, I begin counting the sounds. Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven…With … Continue reading
11:25
BY KATELYNN KARNER The bell still rang at 11:25. Lying there in front of the east wing, Ansley could see her old freshmen year locker from the distance and, for … Continue reading
Holly
BY TONY LEE I took the silver platter and slowly unveiled a quadruple-layered cake. The family was gathered around the mahogany table, and the reunion was as high-end as it … Continue reading
Oz
BY TONY LEE The witch extended a wrinkled hand towards the ladle in her cauldron. With a magician’s flourish and pride, she violently stirred the boiling concoction. The tin man, … Continue reading
Cucumber Gardens
BY ZOE NELMS There was a little boy lying in the cucumber garden. He was naked, joints stitched with black sewing thread like a rag doll, and his bald head … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Mia Brown
It Was Just a Game By Mia Brown “Did he ever touch you?” The question crawled out of my mouth like a brave child curious of the world. He chuckled, … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Miya Bruce
Garden By Miya Bruce Sitting in the dewy grass on a still Saturday morning, I breathe in the fresh, cold air allowing it to tickle the hairs in my nose. … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Angel Lopez
Time Seems to Slow By Angel Lopez There were six crosswalks: four to connect the streets and two that ran diagonally from one street corner to the other to make … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Citlalli Lugo
Slowly Sinking Into Darkness By Citlalli Lugo She was slowly sinking into the deepest pits of the ocean. The once light filled water is now becoming darker. The ice cold … Continue reading
Hypertext High School Writers Contest, Honorable Mention: Jayy Prather
Dreamscape By Jayy Prather The Moon The girl with the moon kissed purple hair and the sun caressed pale, white skin. She’s been thrown in the loony bin for unspeakable … Continue reading
1st Place Fiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Shannon Sommers
Vanilla Summer by Shannon Sommers Paige’s heart beats under the Hamptons sky like trembling hands against a wooden table. She remembers this feeling during the year, when something makes her … Continue reading
2nd Place Fiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Emily Yin
It’s All in the Family by Emily Yin Lucy inhaled and forgot to exhale. Lucy carried words in her mouth, stillborn, and never noticed the blood. Lucy watched people leave … Continue reading
3rd Place Fiction, Hypertext High School Writers Contest: Dahlia Marcia
Five Feet from the Door by Dahlia Marcia There was a little house in the middle of nowhere. It was two stories high and made of lovely red bricks with … Continue reading
Pen Pals
BY ZINDZI LUCAS Dear Elijah, My name is Jess, short for Jessica . My entire family is from Hollywood, including myself. We used to move every two years because … Continue reading
Groundsky
BY ZACHARY HOEHN Black. All I can see is black while I feel my bones pulling and pushing outside of my skin. The faint glint of iron and silver shine … Continue reading
About Me and You
BY CHEYA WASHINGTON The streets were tucked into bed with a blanket of white snow, but that didn’t stop the anxiety from pumping through your veins. You were walking down … Continue reading
The Painting
BY MICHAEL GLENN Smashing into the dorm room flinging the calendar and all its notes across the perfectly clean carpet, I threw my bags towards the desk and collapsed upon … Continue reading
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