Stories
— “What’s happening?” I looked out of my bedroom window down the road outside of our apartment. Cars were driving around, in perfect rhythm, it seemed. Not a car was driving...
— A Woman’s Strength and Journey Her journey begins in the violet haze of dawn enveloped in a dark cloak of mist, she breathes into her scarf looking up into the...
— A pile of smooth pebbles lies on Delia’s desk next to a crumpled velvet bag. She strokes the surface of one of the stones with her thumb. This one is...
— When the Silver Tip Dances Again Dust settled into my spine like winter into old bones. I remember when your silver tip danced across my pages, creating stories of legends...
— A Very Unhappy Valentine’s Day Flowers wilt in the winter air, Cupid shoots hate arrows making people glare Teddy bears without heads fly through the sky bouncing off the kids...
— When The Warmth Forgot Me The snow struck my face— violent, playful— as though it hadn’t meant to sting the way it did. I longed for my blanket, for cocoa...
— Shades of meaning!She walked with wisdom, town to town,Reading colors like a turning page.Purple for justice, steady and bright,Green for hope, chasing the light.White for the strong who rise and...
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— COVER LETTER Submission Title: Home of Nature Author: Shixi Wu Age: 8 years School: Grade 2, Class 1, Future School of Chongwen, Shangcheng District, Hangzhou, China Guiding Teacher (Parent): Jianjun...
— Resolution My name is Chenoa Arrow, meaning White Dove in my language. It has been three years since my mother contracted measles. It was only days after she got sick...