As I was walking into 3A study hall, I realized I didn't have a topic to write my creative writing story about. The room was loud, I was hearing sounds of laughter, students talking, TikToks, food wrappers...

The bell for 2B Newspaper rang with a softer kind of urgency than usual, probably only because I knew something special was waiting on the other side of the door, but it still felt nice. When I walked...

Madison Anderson (12) recreates a piece in the collection "Hidden Portraits" by Volker Hermes.             Xavier House (12) and Logan Gabriell...

I wrote you to be perfect, how you shine. From your bright eyes to the strength of your spine. You are my guardian angel, my sword. Cast from the contents of my heart I poured. Frisson and...

We are taught the word foreign before human. We are taught red and blue by those who are only able to see black and white.   But this is not about politics: This is about morals, our...

Now I know her name as Soluna Ari, The great trust it took, just to get her to tell. Her name is alone, on the ears of me.   When we first met, I heard an unsaid plea. Empathy and fear...

In the hall of The Melancholy King, Deadly nightshade and misery swirl in the air. No matter how much you struggle, you can't do a thing.   When you approach, you must bend a wing. One...

Not all is permanent, but when you see it, The little heart on the back of your neck. The one thing not hidden under your mask, Let it resurrect that which is impermanent.   No all...

It was around 11:30 on Christmas Eve, and I sat by the window, reclining back in Grandpa's worn-out leather chair. Normally, I would have been asleep at this hour, but not tonight–tonight was too special,...

My clock is ancient. The gold swirls capture the wooden frame. Rotted with holes, rusted gold. Tall, it leans as if waiting to fall. My clock. My clock energetic, the hands lively. Smudge,...