Photo By: Hanna Perry This story was inspired by the fishing trips that I used to take when I was little with my dad so that is why this story his dedicated to my father. It was a beautiful spring afternoon in May, and Hazel and her father were on their way down to Silvertree…

The moon stretched out before Ellie, a desolate expanse of grey dust and jagged craters, lit by the faint, ghoulish glow of Earth in the sky. She sat in the cockpit of the Lunar Dawn rover, her breath fogging the inside of her helmet. It was heavy, just like her shoulders. The comms were silent,…

I wasn’t sure why I kept doing this to myself. Every year I swear I’m a glutton for punishment, and every year I tell myself I’m not going, yet I find myself packing an overnight bag for a weekend getaway with the girls, all because of the guilt Amy makes me feel when she calls…

A boy sat alone in the library a few tables away from me. He was reading a Harry Potter book, and I couldn’t help but think he was the cutest guy I had ever seen. He had green eyes and brown hair and wore dark black glasses that made him look similar to Clark Kent…

Carrie sat in her seat, popcorn on her lap, waiting for the feature film to start. She wasn’t feeling the usual excitement she would get from going to the cinema, this had been killed off when she saw her seat! She knew it was a petty thing to get annoyed about, after all, the main…

Keke carried the weight of his dark life everywhere he went. He was raised by parents who were notorious criminals. Keke’s family had almost everything they wanted, but he knew it and never liked it. He was infamous in both the community and at school. Rumors circulated about his toxic and erratic family.” He was…

Emma blamed her red hair for her bad luck. The fiery strands had earned her nicknames like “Carrot Top” and “Matchstick” growing up, but now they just served as a reminder that she couldn’t blend in—no matter how much she wanted to. Living in a cramped apartment above a thrift shop, she’d spent years scraping…

She doesn’t remember the exact moment it happened, but she remembers when her mother slowly, yet surely, stopped allowing her to be in her arms. She must have been about three or four years old when the warm embraces became less frequent, the affection more distant. Maybe her mother didn’t mean to shut her out;…

This illustration was done by Kristi Coghlan who is our writer, Karina Coghlan’s mother. Two hands and a nose press up against the window pane, trying to get a better look at the storm outside. The moon’s glow and the twinkle of stars are hidden behind dense rain clouds. Only the light from the house,…

One wintery morning in early March, I bumped into a handsome guy while walking my golden retriever, Honey. The caramel latte I was carrying in my hand spilled all over the new light pink coat my grandmother gave me for Christmas. The guy blushed and said, “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. My name is…