Short Story

By Ananya Ohri It was in the spring, in the months that are meant to clean what winter had left in its wake, the months where the barren tree branches clothe themselves with green leaves and buds grow into flowers, that I finally broke into the Brekker house. Whispers around town informed me that the Brekker house only appeared abandoned, that inside, there was an entire ghost family, and that if you stood at exactly the right place, you could hear their footsteps. The impl

By Olive Caruso Trigger Warning: mentions of blood, suicide, and death Tears have made my vision blurry.  It isn’t helping me with my dizziness.  I’ve always been afraid of heights, no matter how low. I could be one foot above the surface of the Earth, and I’d be worried about falling.  I’m on my school’s roof. The building is two stories high. I think I’m thirty, or maybe forty feet from the ground. It’s hard to tell. Heights this high are so scary to me.  But zombies are ev

By Charlie Miller My dearest Lillien,    Things are looking up, the war has died down, and I can see how weak the enemies have become over the past week. I have hope that we, as a whole, will come back all in one piece soon. I miss you more than the words on this paper will ever be able to explain; you have my promise to come home. Just know I may not be the same man as when I left.   I love you,    -Theo     Theo. Theodore Minsworth. The man who was trapped in a bloody

By Corwin Trouteaud Willardwood Elementary School . On the grass outside the playground, I stand alone. The other twenty five kids in my class are huddled together in front of me. They’re opening and closing their hands as they pass a dark gray rock one of the kids picked up earlier between them. Eventually, they stop. They close their hands and line up shoulder-to-shoulder with their arms behind their backs. Now it’s my turn. I scan the line of kids, each of them avoiding

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