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List of 20 news stories.

  • Let it Smolder and Die out

    I light the wick of the grey wax with a gas lighter. The intersection of two generations, yet I cannot define what generation is embodied by letter sealing wax, and defining the gas lighter is even more daunting; I envision my parents and the parents of my parents as children, holding the lighter, the flame reflecting a thousand times over in their eyes.
    . . .
  • 56

    Emerson Holloway '18
    Do I dare
    Disturb the universe?

    A true story
    . . .
  • An Impossible Dream

    Sophia Nuterangelo '20
    When you woke up this morning, your eyes opened, slowly.  You desperately wanted to go back to sleep.
    . . .
  • Cleansing Piece

    Sasha Starovoitov '18
    You throw out your sheets. Tear them off the bed and bury your face in the soft cotton before dropping them into a black plastic bag and taking it to the curb.
    . . .
  • Open Casket

    Naomi Tomlin '19
    In an hour, Owen’s mother will go into a coffin in the ground. He saw her when she had just died, lying in bed. Even though her eyes were closed, he could tell she wasn’t asleep.
    . . .
  • The Fingerprints

    Jason Alfandre '18
    I had noticed him before. The boy, about our age, peering out of his third story attic window across the street. His face was pressed up against the pane, his hands flattened, palms open, almost as if he wanted to push the glass out to get a better view.
    . . .
  • The Writer

    Noah Slager '19
    The boy sat in the corner of the library clutching his pen. He looked down and confirmed what he already knew: the open page of his pale yellow notebook was blank.
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  • This is Me

    Solomon Aromolaran '17
    I am a medley. A mixture. A hodgepodge. I was born in the city of Abeokuta, Nigeria and I am a citizen of the United States. I would like to say that being born in a different part of the world makes me special, or the fact that I was born in a hospital room with no doctors present means I’m different...But, really, these events are like stories to me. I have no memory of being born, no memory of being sick, and no memory of living in Nigeria.
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  • Untitled

    Jennifer Horkovich '18
    “Do you know why you stayed?”
    In the moments after I did it, I could feel the pulsing of my heart everywhere. My body was shaking. I could barely catch my breath.
    . . .
  • Woman

    Emma Denaples '19
    Wyoming, 1869
    The grasses are dying, or, maybe, already dead. They jab at Susan’s knees from underneath the blanket, as brittle and keen as straw. 
    And, yet, she kneels.
    . . .
  • Ball is Life: a Brief Reflection on Ability and Other Factors Beyond our Control

    Phoebe Cardenas '17
    What people don’t realize when they wish to be a couple inches taller, is that a certain amount of awkwardness is inherent to the territory. The shift occurs sometime around puberty, when you wake up and your limbs are too big for your body. Suddenly, middle school hallways are an obstacle course for adolescents who don’t understand where their arms end.
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  • An Evening at Alan's

    Helena Lyng-Olsen '18
    The bell attached to the shop’s door chimed. A petite woman pushed the door open, letting in snowflakes from the night’s storm. She ambled over to the counter, where Jacob stood.
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  • Inspired by: A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, George Seurat

    Emilia Cottignoli '18
    Each woman displays a pastel dress, none of them the same, but all cut from the good cloth of French aristocracy. Their colors explode like little fireworks against the green backdrop.
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  • Silence of Rain

    Clay Wackerman '18
    She ate porridge in the rain. It was purple outside and the clouds churned violently in the sky.
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  • The Inevitable Decline of Matthew Tress

    Alex Kane '18
    Only a well-traveled explorer would be able to identify the mating call of the Andalusian donkey.  This explorer went by the name of Matthew Tress.
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  • To Have A Birthday

    Emma Denaples '19
    Vermont, 1894.
    It should be her twelfth birthday, but she is dead and has never had any birthdays at all. 
    Despite this, Matthew bakes a cake. 
    . . .
  • Back to the Riverbed

    Julia Silbert '18
    Mama’s home had been carved out of the mountain, itself. Even with piñon and firewood burning in the hearth and illuminating the windows, the place was so still that one hardly thought it was more than a rock.
    . . .
  • Takeshiro Matsuura, 1818–1880

    The Emperor's Mistake

    Benjamin Johnson
    Only one famous person has ever come from Mikumo. In Japan, he is not as well known as he should be; in America, he is completely unknown.
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  • How I Learned To Color

    Sarah Wang
    Years and years before Michael Brown’s body bled a raw red river in Missouri, I was learning how to color. My pathetic stick figures were all colored yellow, because as far as I was concerned, that was what skin looked like.
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  • Lisa

    Maeve Flaherty
    “Did you know that the dark side of the moon is turquoise?”  Lisa asks, her finger dragging slowly against the warm glass.
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