Essay

I wanted to love you, even though we never got the chance to explore what could have been. Every time we talked, I felt a spark, a hint of something more that perhaps existed only in my imagination.

Today was the first time I've gone biking in the morning — the proper morning, when the sun is light on your shoulders and the neighborhood is waking up, bursting with birdsong and the not-so-harmonious orchestra of barking dogs — and it was wonde

Every week, I look forward to Sundays with my mom. My mom is a beautiful woman. She never wears designer clothes but she wears leggings, T-shirts, and sweatpants. She smells like the Thank You Next perfume by Arianna Grande.

I could tell you a story about when I was young, or even express why certain hobbies I have are vastly important and a big part of my life. But those instances wouldn’t show you the real me, they only show you a part of me.

Dear 8-year-old me, I am 13 years old now and a lot has changed. We are still best friends with Emily. I added a couple of new best friends to my life, Brooklyn, Lacey, and Zoey.

I have always had my definition of cool. In elementary school, I would hang out with the stereotypical cool kids. I played three sports, with my skills ranging from decent, to pretty good.

In the novel, Bloodchild, the two main stories that deal with the power of language and communication are Amnesty and Speech Sounds.

Breathe- My body is shaking, my mind is racing with uncontrollable thoughts, I just can't breathe. I look and there it is, the door.

Young Writers Project has lost our dear friend, poet and mentor Reuben Jackson, who passed away Feb. 16.

by Joaquin Soler

I don’t live in a neighborhood but my family has a lake house on Lake Iroquois. We recently rebuilt the house. It's not huge but I love it. The house is right on the lake. We have a dock and a porch and lots of paddle boards and kayaks.

Beep-beep-beep! Finally! Wait- I need to get in the shower. I kick out of my sheets and claw through the depths of my dresser. I grab whatever clothes I think match in my dreary, early morning, teenage state of mind.