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By: Mckayla Maddox

By Greg Meyer 5 big cups of assignments due today that you procrastinated on A teaspoon of horrible traffic A pinch of lemon juice as if your day isn’t sour enough Put your brain into a blender and just lay in bed the rest of the day Chop your future into pieces by gambling away your savings. Uh oh, you had bad luck at the casino (I’ve never done that, but if you wanted to ruin your day that’s one way of doing it) Turn your humiliation up to 400 degrees with flashbacks of eve

By Charlotte Martin

By: Mckayla Maddox Pixabay Foto-retusz What if my alarm isn’t set? I could check. I could double check. Repeat. Wait, what if I forgot to submit an assignment? I could make a list. Check the list. Repeat. Again. What if my thoughts never stop? I could count sheep. I could sleep. But I can’t so I lie in bed. Repeat. Every. Single. Night. What if it never ends? What then? I could breathe. I could let it go. But I've tried, and I can’t So the cycle continues, and all I h

By: McKayla Maddox To bake a cake, you will first need to gather all of your ingredients. Some are simple: flour, sugar, butter. Others arrive uninvited. First start by stepping into the pan, you slowly start to feel the metal walls pushing up against you. You push the button to the top floor, the door shuts, completely locking you inside, the preheating begins. The air feels warm, sweat drips down your forehead, like they always say, the hotter you feel the better. Be sure

By Prapti Patel Good evening, passengers. This is your captain speaking. I want to welcome everyone to Lifeline 26A. We are currently cruising at a high of 33,000 feelings at a brain speed of 400 thoughts per second. The time right now is 2:00 am. Weather at our destination: with oxytocin release on our side, overcast, with a 90% chance of crying in the shower. We recommend lowering your expectations accordingly. We are currently facing a turbulent landing. If the heart coope

By: Yasmin Carter

By Yasmin Carter By living within this household, you agree to be bound by the following terms and conditions without modification. Meals and care are provided until you start to work and make your own money. Expect to regulate and navigate your emotions on your own once you reach high school. Keeping your voice silent unless called upon is critical as no one wants to hear your concerns or how you feel You are responsible for: Keeping your voice at a manageable volume, no mat

By: Charlotte Martin Collected Anomalies: Case 08-17-23: Subject Duplication By Charlotte Martin Dr. Lucille Wieszczek: “Statement recorded September 24th, 2023, at 1800 hours. First-person testimony. Please proceed with your account of the events.” [Name Redacted]: “...Okay. It was–no, it is around 10 o’clock at night and” The clock that hangs above the customer service desk across from my register ticks increasingly louder as it inches closer to the end of my shift. The

By: Erin Wright Why won’t Brother talk to me? I always wonder in my head. We’re a small family; just Mother, Father, Brother, and me. My dear Brother, you sure know how to grab my interest for someone who won’t talk to me. No, you reserve your attention for sports and hanging out with your friends. I’m just your bothersome Little Sister. Even now at the dinner table, the two of us eat like total strangers while Mother and Father have their own conversation. You don’t even sp

By Tsohoy Buggan Over the mountain a beautiful golden girl has sprung to her feet  She moves according to the day as she takes a glimpse of me, the long silk rhythm of the bamboo trees  To their adorning her favor meet I opened my eyes and felt the radiance of her causality laced amongst my skin. Creeping through the small openings of my windows and hitting me with a distinct call  A call to rise, A call to be different, A call to be woman but I just simply sigh... A sigh of

By: Charlotte Martin I love you. I love the way you used to brush my hair in the mornings before school, your hands were careful, like you were trying not to hurt me. I love the way you let me borrow your clothes and call it dress up, how I felt older just standing in your shoes. I love the way you never take the blame for anything. The way every criticism becomes “I’m a bad mother,” like there is no space between perfect and unforgivable. I love that I thought I could fix it

By: Caroline Layman INT. NURSING HOME HALLWAY - MORNING The halls are quiet. ALICE (82), quiet and sweet, closes the door to her room and slowly shuffles down the hallway. She walks past the bulletin board filled with flyers of the events happening in the nursing home. Her pace falters as she glances at the board, but she lowers her head with regret and continues walking. Alice approaches a room full of people. She stops to observe, peeking in through the doorway. Someone

By Ivan Walsh You're driving home I'm floating around Enlightened by convenience is a fucking joke We're going down I'm lighting up Breathing in wasted time until I choke Couldn't even skate back home It was hard for me to stand up straight Sacrificing myself with every single breath I take Get yourself outside and take your mind off the heartbreak You're a cloud of smoke But I'm a lingering ache You're letting go I'm closing down On the feeling I could finally see right thro

By Macy VanOrden

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

As snow piles up and temperatures drop, most find themselves stuck inside, wondering what to do next. Why not pick up a book, watch a movie or TV show, or maybe play a video game? Rather than scrolling through content to find your best selection, cozy up and read through our perfect winter reading/watching/playing list that features up and coming releases and classics! Movies: The Thing (1982) John Carpenter’s The Thing (1982) is one of the most iconic sci-fi horror

She’s Gone By David Bell is a Young Adult thriller that follows Hunter Gifford, a high school senior, who wakes up in the hospital after the homecoming dance with no memory. His girlfriend Chloe Summers, who was in the car with him, has vanished, and the case quickly turns the town upside down. Hunter struggles to piece together what happened the night of the car accident and what happened to Chloe. In a town where nearly everyone believes he is responsible, Hunter is determi