by
Samantha Lai
Published February 2, 2016
Min-Li was an eleven-year-old slave girl taken from her family so long ago that she barely even knew who she was. Her owner, Master Chu, never considered telling her anyway. He never really treated Min-Li...
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Emma Delaney
Published February 2, 2016
The day of the eighth-grade picnic is beautiful and flawless, the sky a velvet blanket of blue. My mom drops me off in front of the school. A cheerful and colorful Goodbye Eighth Graders! banner...
by
Adam Jacobs
Published February 2, 2016
“Imagine Ethan, right there: the Alamo!" Jack said, throwing out his arms at the blank patch of snow. "The Alamo?" said Ethan. "Sure! All you need to do is build a big, weird-shaped wall and...
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Emina S. Sonnad
Published February 2, 2016
It was one of those winter days that seemed much more like spring. There had been a storm yesterday but the only trace of it now was the slightly dark mist suspended in the vast...
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Emily Waxman
Published February 2, 2016
I twirl around and around in front of my mirror. I quickly smooth out the crinkles beginning to form on the beautiful silk dress. Glancing at my face I notice a stray hair and quickly...
by
Annakai Hayakawa Geshlider
Published February 2, 2016
The floor creaked as Simon crept through his grandparents' attic towards a large chest in the corner of the room that had caught his eye. In the dusty attic, cobwebs hung from the shelves and...
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Casey Tolan
Published February 2, 2016
Harsh, cold wind rippled across the snow that blanketed the farm's fields. Sighing, Sam led the shivering sheep across the wide plain. Cauliflower, the farm's sheepdog, ran with Sam, keeping the milk-white sheep in...
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Rie Maeda
Published February 2, 2016
“Dad," I whined, stomping the sole of my new black riding boots into the hard pavement of the driveway, feeling my heel grinding into the small pebbles. "Can we go to the stable yet?" I...
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Halle Kershisnik
Published February 1, 2016
"It’s too cold." "Aw, come on, Trinity, just jump!" I glowered at Will from the riverbank. "It's too cold." He considered me for a minute, then, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender,...
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William Gwaltney
Published February 1, 2016
It’s a hot, dry August evening on the Oklahoma panhandle. The sun is going down and the crickets have begun to sing. There's no breeze at all tonight, nothing to ease the blistering heat. I...
