Professional Mourner
Who am I to weep for somebody I don’t know. I was hired to dress in black from head to toe. I was told your name. I was told why you died. I’m not sad for you, this isn’t my first time. I’m expected to sit here and cry for you. You, who I do not know. If only I knew how great of a person you were. I wish to know your hobbies, your job, your relationships. And maybe then I’d feel sorrow for you. I kneel down in shame knowing I'm a faker. People pass by me and empathize with
Angelica Canales
Dec 15, 2025
Like Writing An Story With a Broken Pencil
Pointless. Irrelevant. The words bubbling in my mind, trapped with no escape. I scratch and scratch against the paper. The faint gray lines smudging under the empty tip. My ideas—vibrant, animated, expressive—each desperate stroke, a silent plea for help. Frustration builds as I scrape at the empty page, graphite crumbling like my patience. The dark powder coating my stained fingers, smudging along the page. Maybe the emptiness is the story. The nothingness is all I have left
Sydney Rosengold
Dec 12, 2025
Powder Monkey
The air is thick with a sweet metallic scent. Smoky fumes and gunpowder redden the whites of my eyes. A soldier lies in the dirt before me. Broken bones bore through his bruised flesh. An image I've seen countless times before. My teeth grind together like a mortar and pestle tearing holes in my bottom lip. My calloused hands form fists at my sides as my uniform which once stood for nationalism now stinks of dishonor. Day after day I watch as I aid in destruction and devastat
Anastasia Brathwaite Williams
Dec 10, 2025
The Actor
All my emotions are put up for entertainment. All the happy, frightened, smiles and the ugly all accessible for the whole world. All my pretend is real. My clothes are picked out for the character, but they are still itchy on my pale delicate skin. I do this to make people feel something out of my own feelings. I open my arms and volunteer my affection and sanity to put on a good show for you and mostly so you keep watching. I pull down my eyelids until they swell up and my
Madelyn Crocco
Dec 8, 2025
The Destruction of Equilibrium
During second period Chemistry, the room should have been a quiet reaction vessel–stable, controlled and ready for learning. Instead, constant side conversations bubbled around me like unwanted by-products of a messy reaction. While my teacher explains how activation energy determines whether a reaction proceeds, the whispers beside me rose in volume, disrupting my concentration like impurities destabilizing a perfect solution. I tried to focus on the periodic trends she char
Yessica Granados Benitez
Dec 6, 2025
There I Sit
There I sit. Staring at the perfect portraits pinned along the walls of a classroom full of life. Surrounded by voice, passion, and value, layered like acrylic smeared on a palette. The easel stands tall, proud, and patient. Covered in emotion, as it represents yesterday's feelings. The brush lies still, waiting for the gentle stroke of the hand to touch its calm bristles. Charcoal dust coats their fingertips, as they glide it against the canvas, blending in the perfect hazy
Makayla Pinckney
Dec 3, 2025
Wooden box with strings
I walk into 8th period with expectations as huge as the bass, feeling my heart strings being ripped from the bow. A room that once felt like music could flourish now felt like a graveyard filled with tainted notes. The cello that was once my getaway is now nothing but a wooden box I scrape daily. The air full of thick dust of rosin suffocates me as I try to keep up with the tempo, the piece leaves me blistered and frustrated towards the end. I mourn for the harmonic sounds th
Isabella Manzanares
Dec 3, 2025
Reaction
On the wall a periodic table stares at me. Along with posters of atoms and scientists scattered around the room. I sit at my lab table, as topics like ionization, polarization, and titration are put on the board. As I go down the list, I read the word reactions. Something inside instantly changes. Synthesis, single and double replacement, and combustion are easy and give me no trouble. Decomposition is impossible. A single compound breaking into multiple parts. I couldn’t foc
Paige Hiller
Dec 3, 2025
Adrift
Waves crashed, throwing him around like a ragdoll. His head pulled above desperately gasped for air until he was pushed back under. The...
Derek Caserta
Feb 6, 2025
Lost in the Noise
After school, Casper walks home and runs to his room. He stares at his reflection in the mirror. The insults from class are still echoing...
Myles Kolar
Feb 6, 2025
Nostalgia
She sits alone, surrounded by the quiet noise of passing time. The years blur together now, but in her head, they are vivid. Fourteen’s...
Marisol Lopez
Feb 6, 2025
The Other Door
Lina wearily wandered through the winding halls of her grandmother’s house. The floorboards groaned beneath her feet, ancient wood...
Kiara De La Cruz
Feb 6, 2025
Mental Math
False promises, false advertising that this wouldn’t be a bad course to take. I don’t need this to graduate, I didn’t need him in order...
Tiziana Oranagaber
Dec 20, 2024
Light beneath us
A gentle embrace of twilight, illuminating the horizon. The beautiful lights emerging into the sky with hues of green and purple, soft...
Maylin Velasquez
Dec 11, 2024
Never Ending
The sun waits, illuminating the sky. Warming those around her, she leaves wondering when they’ll cross. While the darkness comes up— he...
Marisol Lopez
Dec 9, 2024






