Alexander Hewes | Contributing writer He sees the grey sky, the one that brings tear drops. As he sees the tower of time, the pillar...

Lydia Sieczkowski | Contributing Writer A needle hums where your name once lied Tracing over wounds that not even time can erase. The...

Lydia Sieczkowski | Contributing writer I used to savor days with your smile, Like sugar in my tea, warm and wild. We shared the...

Lydia Sieczkowski | Contributing Writer You can block me... Act like I don't exist... Lie about me and who I am... Blame me for...

Mackenzie Sheldon | Opinion editor She loves  to write. She paces around her room, figuring out how to phrase the last sentence. She...

Anonymous | Expressions I miss this feeling. Shivers without being cold. Vunrablily and sensitivity showing up as goosebumps all over my...

Malek Allari | Staff Writer When the sky is clear, and even the angels can be seen with the naked eye, a man stands in the middle of...

Mackenzie Sheldon | Contributing Writer Writing brings forth every feeling your brain had been protecting you from. It releases lost...

Paige Stegina | Managing Editor Freepix / anetkisart As the sun rose that morning above the world’s earth and forests, deep ocean and...

Malek Allari | Editor-in-Chief The film Visions of Light was a slow-flowing film that talked about the history of filmmaking and...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor Pearl cracked an egg into the pan below, watching the whites spread thin and turn solid in the hot oil,...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief There was once a reckless kid who believed that he could conquer the world and fly. Inspired by the...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief “Well, what in the hell happened to you?” my mother said, shocked to see my beaten face and bruised body...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor Grey clouds moved in, casting shadows over the old abandoned amusement park. A new group of friends made...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor Cinnamon wafted through the air, giving a warm hug to the man standing at the far corner of the small...

Eugene Bertrand | Staff Writer Putting it out there. Laying it on the line. Even if it breaks my heart, I’m willing to give it a try. Not...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief I was standing in the middle of destroyed streets and building debris. I was holding my scythe on my left...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief I woke up, and it was the middle of the night on a winter week, in the middle of December. It took me a...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief All I can feel is my heart racing. That was all. I wanted to do something about it, but nothing could be...