As the cold fall wind blew through the crisp air, brown leaves scattered across the lawn of the desolate house that stood in front of us. Glancing at my best friend Jason and back to my sister, I immediately regretted my decision to tag along. The house looked as if it was 100 years old,…
The placid aura of the city night gave Stella chills as she walked along the cracking sidewalk. With everything blurred and smudged from the wet droplets pouring from the grey clouds above, the city looked like a watercolor painting . The buildings reflected the barely lit streetlight glow back into the air of the cold…
Illustration by: Quyen Than She didn’t know anybody. She was new to the system. She was left all alone, and the one boy that stood out in the crowd, had left her wondering daily. Who is this boy? Why was she so intrigued by him? As Constance walked down the quiet halls of West Brook…
Mark stopped outside of the chorus room to stare at the beautiful girl inside. He gaped at the aesthetic of the room, how the spotlight reflected so perfectly over her smooth face. He couldn’t help but stand in the doorframe and watch. She slid onto the piano bench, her delicate fingers brushing the keys before…
Illustration by Quyen Than I fell in a hole today, again, like always. Funny thing was, it was the same hole. I’ve known it for pretty much my entire life. I don’t know how it happened. It was just there one day, and I never saw it as I drew closer. It started out shallow.…
Illustration by Quyen Than Legend tells us the origins of the ever so famous Sinter family. Spanning back nearly eight hundred years, we are told of taboo among the gods: the mating between the immortal and mortal being. Phoebus Apollo, master of the arts, was known to take part in such activities and was eventually…
Far beyond the mountains of the Fish, and deep in the wood that sleeps on its side, there was a small house perched on a lonely hill of green, a blanket of blue above it by day, a veil of black, salted with stars by night. The house was placed in the center of the…
If you were to ask any of the orphans at the Oaks who the funniest among them was, the answer would not be Yevra, she would not top the chart. If you were to ask any of them who told the most jokes, then you would be closer to getting an accurate glimpse of her…
The small restaurant looked unassuming from the outside. From where I trudged in the rain, all I could make out was rustic wooden furniture, the dim lights that hung low from the rafters, and a snappy beat with a quiet voice that leaked through the door every time it was pushed or pulled open. Besides…
I once asked the aging woman down the block why she always painted her nails red she said “Honey, sweetie, my darling. red is the color of love, desperation, and beauty all the things I wish I still had.
