Stars – by Olivia Drake

There is a large pine tree that stands alone in a forest of maples. Every night, a little girl comes and sits under its expansive branches. With her, she brings a small black notebook and a pen.  Her thoughts leave a long trail on the scarred paper, where the lines of ink ran dark.

The Loop: Part One – by Muzzy Iqbal

My name is Jason. As of right now, I am fourteen years old to date on June 17th, 2046. I’m writing this to prove my mother wrong. My mother is a history teacher at my school, and she believes the world will end next week. Apparently my dad, neighbors, other teachers, and pretty much everyone…