Miranda Lynn Carter received a good-willed gift. It was a thick red sweater from a home catalog. Thank God! She thought. It was a sinister season after all. The winds would howl and sneer, and the snow engulfed the terrains. The poor girl was prone to colds and chills, sensitive to noise and touch. Her…
By Tyler Rae Watts ’25 A girl went to the grocery store to buy cereal and some almond milk. She opted for almond because there was only oat milk left in her apartment’s fridge, and it belonged to her roommate, the one that doesn’t like to share. Anyhow it didn’t matter either way because this…
Tyler Watts ’25 They say it’s going by fast. They say we just got here, and we’ll be on our way out soon enough. They can not believe that we are 20 and 21. Gosh, where did all that time go? I know where it has gone–not to say that this year deserves to be…
by Edwin Zishiri ’25 DADDY A small devastation is the sound that Daddy made when he put the cup down. He was always putting that brown cup down. That brown cup with the rotten, brown afterlife in it. That cup that he took with him to the park with the lavender flowers and big oak…
by nora hylton ’25 managing editor The summer I became a woman, I did it in the corner store. Became a woman, I mean. It was hot, and all the girls around me blossomed while I writhed. It happened like this, I found myself getting caught up at the orange bin at the store. It…