When Haru came back to the room, it was quiet. Like water before a stone is dropped, the air seemed still, resistant to shifting around his body. He didn’t make much effort to cut past the thick, frozen...

Foreword from the Creative Writing Editor: This was a submission for the folktale assignment in Creative Writing, written by junior Duke Johnson. No major edits were made. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- There...

Sleep now Darling, whisk away from scraped knees bee stings that linger words of stones and sticks that cackle at you. Darling, sit high and proud in the willow tree sway...

There is no one who really gets it. I have not met anyone who has gone through what I have. My experience, my life, is unique. Kaitlyn Mason, Cancer Survivor. Kaitlyn Mason, Jen’s, Arden’s and...

Author’s note: Here is a sampling of a collection of my creative writing pieces. This is a huge step for me. You may learn things about me you may have never guessed. Most, if not all of my poems...

Girl, Walking down halls might be fun for you among the eyes of peers who all want pieced of you, but what happens when you have no more pieces? For others we want the cloak of...