Catching Minnows

by Gillian Page

I’m walking.  The ground beneath me is thin blue glass, clear enough that I can see the water below me and the fish that dive and curl beneath it.  They move like water, or the light from the muted sun on the waves.  A minnow swims through the air beside me.  I cannot see its face.

Bears

by Mary Salmonsen

I encountered the bear for the first time when I was eleven years old. It was my fifth day of middle school, I remember, and I had been standing at the traffic crossing for nearly a minute when I heard his bear’s grunt beside me.

The White of Cooled Embers

by Rebecca Epstein-Boley

There was always something strange about those Borisewicz girls. First of all, they were just too smart. Second, they got away with too much. But nobody had any reason to expect what happened on November 17, 1896.

Android Winter

by Nathan Ammons

Its eyes opened, the color of stone whose luster reflected the cold, eggshell cement of the ceiling. Its arms remained locked at its side, pale and gaunt as the rickety circuits that pervaded the synthetic latex skin-flap shot electrical sparks from cold titanium joint to cold titanium joint.

Senior Portfolio

by Preston Cooper
The house cracked and groaned through the night. Windows shattered, beams broke, the ceiling loosed its plaster. The front door rattled with ear-splitting violence. The wind whistled all night long with the rain pounding on the roof. And all the while the horrible crashing of thunder split through the night.

In the Presence of Absence

by Jennifer Davis

There were only two things I had / Ever loved on this earth: / One, the eyes of the salty ocean, / Teeming with waves of tears. / And the other was you.

Memoir In Full Color

by Maria Brescia-Weiler

I am her dog Lacy. Blue black fur, soft dark eyes, the color of the blue in the center of a fire. Her mother’s parents had pushed and pushed for them to get a dog, but the father wouldn’t even think of it . . .

Poetry Collection

by Luisa Banchoff

She thought about the hammock, / The one she had heard her ninth grade teacher talk about in / That heart-spun tale of practice makes perfect.

My Mistress First

by Olivia August
Oh God, here she comes again. She just slides in next to me with that stupid grin on her face. I can’t stand that grin. It makes me want to scream because I know what it means.

Fighting Back

by Lillie Lainoff
I slide the fencing mask on, fixing it so it is straight. Bending my knees, I stand in the familiar position, waiting for the call that will turn my world into slashing blades and lunges.

The Latest Scoop

by Nayan Lamba
“Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite.” Every Monday, millions of teenage girls, including myself, bubble with excitement upon hearing these opening words to the hit teenage drama, “Gossip Girl.”

The Unfinished Notebook of Sid Vicious Fitzwilliam

by Andrea Mirviss

Hello. My name is Sid Vicious Fitzwilliam, and I’m named after Sid Vicious, from the Sex Pistols. Except, my last name is still Fitzwilliam. I live in North Hamsteadshire, in North Wales. I’m nine-and-a-half. I’ve got a mum, and a dad, and a pet sheep named Ringo.