To All the Lost Boys

To All the Lost Boys

You might think that the villain I’m going to describe to you is something I have known, seen, and felt personally. You might think that the enemy on my mind is something as sorrowful as sin, grief, or the stony, unsteady roads of writer’s block. But I am going to...
Farewell, Adieu

Farewell, Adieu

By Madelynn Pitcher I walk through the halls of my life’s memories, wondering if I have done everything I could to make it all right. “This is the last time,” I tell myself as my fingertips glide across the cement blocks that create and form the...
Seventeen

Seventeen

By Hannah Whatley When I was a child, I spoke as a child; I acted and thought and felt as a child, But then I turned seventeen. Seventeen—Oh, the great and glorious mystery, Between the realms of infancy and maturity; The questions of life that shape our future...
Potshards

Potshards

When I was younger, I collected potshard stories about a place where grown-ups lived. I wondered about it on summer days— feet had grass-tickled toes and mud-caked heels, fingers were perches for butterfly kisses, ears were homes for the angels’ laughter, eyes were...
Learning

Learning

“What is it like—saying goodbye?” Her eyes misted as her mind tumbled backward, down spiral staircases and through doors—some which were locked, some open, a few dark, and yet others inviting.The winds of change were blowing behind her. The...
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