The Move

Tessa R., Creative Writing

November 2, 2012

We endured a year of nonstop fighting before we made the move. I remember crouching behind the antique, wooden hall table with my sister, Tressa, listening to Mom and Dad shouting, cursing, and throwing things in the living...

When You See Me

Maya A., Creative Writer

October 18, 2012

  What do you think when you see me? See her loose hair tumbling down the color of chocolate spiced with the shade of broken leaves I think she's a bit stuck-up she only looks at the sky never...

One Kind Act Creates Another

Tessa Register, Creative Writer

October 17, 2012

As usual, Hope sat alone at lunch.  She slumped into the cafeteria, not making eye contact with anyone, her long, unkempt auburn hair hiding her face from view.  She grabbed a tray, moved through the line, and timidly made her...

Creative Writing/ Poetry