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Blue

by Margaret Bryan

Published February 13, 2016

Paintings

by Michelle Grifka

Published February 13, 2016

Lara flung the covers away with an arm and nearly fell out of bed in her rush to get to the clock, on the other side of the room. The piercing wail of the alarm...

Moonbeams

By Lauren MacGuidwin

Published February 13, 2016

Nothing Here But Stones

By Nancy Oswald, Reviewed by Hannah Ritter

Published February 13, 2016

Nothing Here But Stones, by Nancy Oswald; Henry Holt and Company: New York, 2004; $16.95 “Bookworm" may be one of the best words you could use to describe me. Ever since I was little I...

Forgiveness

by Niyousha Bastani

Published February 13, 2016

“Swim, Amelia, swim faster," Star screamed. My hands and feet moved faster and faster towards the ship but the pressure of water was pulling me deeper into the sea. I looked at the ship as...

Starfish

by Shannon Keating

Published February 13, 2016

Blue

by Margaret Bryan

Published February 13, 2016

A Girl Called Helena

by Rachel Cohen

Published February 13, 2016

It had to be the worst storm the town of Seaport, New Jersey had ever experienced. The rain struck the earth like pins piercing a pincushion, so keen and strong that there was only...

Ghost Park

By Sariel Hana Friedman

Published February 13, 2016

Swaying wooden swings Whisper to each other The wind blows dry leaves, Scattering messages across the park. The white, lacy blur Of a girl Polished black boots drum along stone paths As the boy calls...

The Fallen Log

by Bethany Walker

Published February 13, 2016

Blue

Story Published February 13, 2016 by Margaret Bryan

“Pomegranate, apple, or bunch of grapes?" Mom asked, just asking out of sheer politeness, as she knew what the answer would be. "Pomegranate, please," her three daughters said in unison. Mrs. Loft sliced the brilliant red fruit in quarters, passed each girl a quarter and took the remainder of the sphere for herself.

Paintings

Story Published February 13, 2016 by Michelle Grifka

Lara flung the covers away with an arm and nearly fell out of bed in her rush to get to the clock, on the other side of the room. The piercing wail of the alarm had always irritated her immensely. She saw it as a shatterer of dreams, a malicious creature that waited until the very moment when you jumped into the sky to ring its sorry heart out.

Moonbeams

Poem Published February 13, 2016 By Lauren MacGuidwin

Big and bright It stood and watched me. Shattering as I Skipped stones Across the surface Of the Solid lake, The ripples spread its Perfect whiteness. Silent but bold. It moved the ocean waters. It was howled at by the Wolf, Enraged by loneliness. It lit the path of the Dead night. I cup the cool, crisp Water in my hands and Splash them on my face.

Nothing Here But Stones

Review Published February 13, 2016 By Nancy Oswald, Reviewed by Hannah Ritter

Nothing Here But Stones, by Nancy Oswald; Henry Holt and Company: New York, 2004; $16.95 “Bookworm" may be one of the best words you could use to describe me. Ever since I was little I could be found curled up in the oddest places, deep in a story, obviously oblivious to the real world.

Forgiveness

Story Published February 13, 2016 by Niyousha Bastani

“Swim, Amelia, swim faster," Star screamed. My hands and feet moved faster and faster towards the ship but the pressure of water was pulling me deeper into the sea. I looked at the ship as it moved farther. "Stop the ship, Jack, please," I heard Star's voice. "I can't, the waves are moving it," Jack yelled. "You can do this, Amelia; just a little faster." I knew that it was my mother's voice.

Starfish

Story Published February 13, 2016 by Shannon Keating

Michael’s eyes, the biggest, bluest eyes imaginable, glazed over with absolute ecstasy as he beheld the sand-crusted sea treasure sprawling in his hand. The creature squirming on the toddler's pink palm writhed and stretched, its legs curling as they reached towards the weak, cloud-strewn blue sky—slowly, painfully—until its motions became too much, and it lay still, defeated.

Blue

Story Published February 13, 2016 by Margaret Bryan

A Girl Called Helena

Story Published February 13, 2016 by Rachel Cohen

It had to be the worst storm the town of Seaport, New Jersey had ever experienced. The rain struck the earth like pins piercing a pincushion, so keen and strong that there was only a foggy sheet of gray encircling the ocean. Flashes of lightning brightened the sky, and thunder sounded all around.

Ghost Park

Poem Published February 13, 2016 By Sariel Hana Friedman

The Fallen Log

Story Published February 13, 2016 by Bethany Walker

Elizabeth and Alexandra stepped across the deep, jungle forest. Palm tree branches tilted slightly in a soft breeze. Palmettos fanned the humid air, and their deep, dark green leaves and sharp stems bent to one side. The lush green vines decorated the branches above. Tangles of weeds cloaked the trees, and every now and then wildflowers scattered the forest floor.

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