Young Writers

Blog Post· — “Good morning, Tig,” says Sun. “Morning, Sun,” says Tig. “Why are you in such a hurry today?” asked Sun. “I have to get to the park before everyone else gets...

Poetry· — America we are a nation whole, Why let others break us apart from a nation whole to a nation of division. In this truth in this fate, we trust, why...

Editorial· — Masks by Tallulah Nagae, 8 On a walk deep in the woods I tell my mom I don’t want to wear masks anymore The mask feels icky from the heat...

Blog Post· — I was born in the year of the dragon. I was always dreaming that one day I could visit the Great Wall of China, a giant dragon stretching over mountains...

Blog Post· — When you hear the words “stock market,” it sounds like a frightening mess that is impossible to make sense of. Bears, bulls, short, call options, IPO–what do all of these...

Blog Post·Daniel Zhu — There are many hardworking scientists who were unfairly denied the recognition they deserved; perhaps one of the more notable examples of this is the case of Rosalind Franklin. She made...

Blog Post· — A Chinese lantern is typically red. It has a red string at the top to hold; it also has some Chinese words on its body and gold strips at the...

Blog Post· — If I could write a letter to the world I’d ask. What about me? In ten years I’ll be 22. What will the world look like then? The worlds past...

Poetry· — Life Inside a Staircase Arjun Nair, 9 I wonder how it would feel to live inside a staircase. A loud STOMP, STOMP captures every peculiar moment. People are walking up...

Poetry· — Spring in Central Park Lila Laton, 11 The cherry blossoms are blooming. That means that spring is here. Mr. Frosty is parked at the side of the road, and a...