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The Sycamore Tree

by 2nd Place in the Short Short Fiction Contest By Mira Johnson, Art by Tessa Papastergiou

Published December 5, 2018

Once upon a time, there lived a bright and cheerful sycamore tree named Triffle. Triffle was bewildered by the rapid riffles at the edge of the clear blue river. She was very astonished...

The Pendulum

by 1st Place in the Short Short Fiction Contest By Sabrina Guo, Art by Marco Lu

Published December 3, 2018

Most nights, my cat stares at the grandfather clock in the living room. She is a grey tabby with splotches of black and white. Her eyes are golden and edged in greenish blue,...

The Greater Good

By Valentine Wulf

Published December 3, 2018

Lizard Corporation started as a tiny, innocent store in Miss Angelica Plum’s basement when she was only 18 years old. “Want an invention of your very own? A novelty item to show off to your...

The Barista

By Thomas Jones, Art by Mia Fang

Published November 11, 2018

The barista in the LAX airport got to his shop at 5:00 a.m. and opened at 6:00. He did this so he could catch the early tide of people that usually came in at...

A Trip to the Hospital

By Sophia Fu, Art by Sage Millen

Published November 10, 2018

In the middle of Ms. Imura’s lectures on geometry, I rested my head on my palms, with my elbows on the desk, and tried not to fall asleep. My eyelids felt like elephants. I...

The Girl Who Is Allergic to Everything

By Kyra Yip

Published November 10, 2018

Allergies A lot of people have allergies. Allergies to gluten, nuts, and eggs. I have allergies to a lot of things like nuts, seafood, eggs, and gluten. The list goes on and on. You’re...

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By Sabrina Guo, Art by Ula Pomian

Published November 9, 2018

When my father first saw my mother on stage, he was amazed by how the words flew out of her mouth so naturally. I’ve never seen my mother perform, but in old photographs, she always...

What the End Is

By Freya Jones

Published October 15, 2018

I knew how it would end. I knew from that first spring day when my dad and I took the old green pickup over to Big Sky High School’s Future Farmers of America...

Camping with Bears

By Rose Zimmerman, Art by Estella E. J. Howard

Published October 15, 2018

The trees are like people running a marathon. I was in the car. My older sister Chanah and younger sister Sarah are fighting. The noise that’s coming from them I imagine to be the...

The Power of Nature

Story Published December 5, 2018 By Adam Smith

The water gushed from the waterfall that I could just about see and it formed a sapphire river feeding life itself. Dark green shrubs poked their beautiful heads out of the ground pleading with the smiling sun to grow and live. Just by looking at this beautiful jewel, a feeling of pure happiness washed over me.

The Sycamore Tree

Story Published December 5, 2018 by 2nd Place in the Short Short Fiction Contest By Mira Johnson, Art by Tessa Papastergiou

Once upon a time, there lived a bright and cheerful sycamore tree named Triffle. Triffle was bewildered by the rapid riffles at the edge of the clear blue river. She was very astonished at how rapidly the river was moving. She spotted a baying dog and a squalling bunny running away, trying to resist from getting caught.

The Pendulum

Story Published December 3, 2018 by 1st Place in the Short Short Fiction Contest By Sabrina Guo, Art by Marco Lu

Most nights, my cat stares at the grandfather clock in the living room. She is a grey tabby with splotches of black and white. Her eyes are golden and edged in greenish blue, like a miniature painting of the sun over a forest, or a mood ring, because you never know when the colors will change. When she is calm, you see more of the gold, flickering.

The Greater Good

Story Published December 3, 2018 By Valentine Wulf

Lizard Corporation started as a tiny, innocent store in Miss Angelica Plum’s basement when she was only 18 years old. “Want an invention of your very own? A novelty item to show off to your friends? Come on in!” she shouted, in her loud voice with an accent nobody could identify.

The Barista

Story Published November 11, 2018 By Thomas Jones, Art by Mia Fang

The barista in the LAX airport got to his shop at 5:00 a.m. and opened at 6:00. He did this so he could catch the early tide of people that usually came in at that hour. He would smile and give coffee to all of the tired, angry travelers that came through terminal seven. Their baggy eyes and solemn expressions spoke more than their halting words of thanks.

A Trip to the Hospital

Story Published November 10, 2018 By Sophia Fu, Art by Sage Millen

In the middle of Ms. Imura’s lectures on geometry, I rested my head on my palms, with my elbows on the desk, and tried not to fall asleep. My eyelids felt like elephants. I got home from school and curled up on the couch. The room was spinning. My vision was double. And then I fell asleep. “Do you feel okay?” my mother asked. “Are you getting enough sleep?

The Girl Who Is Allergic to Everything

Story Published November 10, 2018 By Kyra Yip

Allergies A lot of people have allergies. Allergies to gluten, nuts, and eggs. I have allergies to a lot of things like nuts, seafood, eggs, and gluten. The list goes on and on. You’re probably thinking how I can survive or if I’m lying, but I’m not. I’m alive. I deal with the consequences of being an allergic person.

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Story Published November 9, 2018 By Sabrina Guo, Art by Ula Pomian

When my father first saw my mother on stage, he was amazed by how the words flew out of her mouth so naturally. I’ve never seen my mother perform, but in old photographs, she always appears angelic. She had luscious blonde curls and stormy grey eyes. She didn’t have my frizzy brown hair or my big feet. I only have her grey eyes.

What the End Is

Story Published October 15, 2018 By Freya Jones

I knew how it would end. I knew from that first spring day when my dad and I took the old green pickup over to Big Sky High School’s Future Farmers of America (FFA) building and came back with the 25-pound piglet I called Ash. From that night when I carried an old sleeping bag out to the pen and snuggled up in the straw alongside him.

Camping with Bears

Story Published October 15, 2018 By Rose Zimmerman, Art by Estella E. J. Howard

The trees are like people running a marathon. I was in the car. My older sister Chanah and younger sister Sarah are fighting. The noise that’s coming from them I imagine to be the sound of the crowd cheering.”We’re here,” my father shouts over the noise. Here at the campsite. ”How many more camping stops until Oregon?” I ask. ”This is the last stop,” my mother replies.

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