Boys and Canoes by Nicole

Again!? I thought to myself for what seemed like the hundredth time as cold water splashed up onto my back, the dirty river water seeping uncomfortably into my shirt. Gritting my teeth, I tried not to go to his level and splash back. The fact that I was in a canoe full of boys produced a dull fire of anger in my head, as I rowed along. Venting my frustration out through the paddle, I...

Too Much Caffeine by Annika

Harold gazed longingly at the coffee in people’s hands. Running his fingers through his short hair and stroking his goatee, he gnashed his teeth vigorously as fumes wafted from the counter and found their way to his nose. He inhaled the delicious smells and imagined the hot coffee he would soon hold in his hands. He could picture the perfect amount of foam on top, coating the drink with fluffy froth. He could almost taste...

Ballers on a Hot Court by Shulin

It was one of those summer days that only Boston knows. The sun was beating down on my tan skin. The humidity was getting to my already tired body. The air was heavy and it was pushing against me. Even without the sun, I was boiling. My movements felt sluggish and at that point, I would not have been surprised if a turtle overtook me. I could feel sweat drip down my face and into...

A Disappointing Catch by Adam

This is it. We’re winning, but the game isn’t over yet. Ian bolts down the hot, sticky turf field on a smoldering day where the sun was nearly at its hottest. You could see mirages of puddles on the turf and my skin felt like I was in a pizza oven. The tall, athletic and fast Marquis has the frisbee and I am frantically guarding Ian with my arms flying everywhere. The sun beats down...

The Beauty of Sparks by Lalah

The rosy and amber sparks shot right out towards me. Behind the red plastic sheets, the sapphire and sometimes snowy white sparks glowed huge and luminescent. They emerged far and wide, nearly touching me as they jumped over the sheet. The magnificence of the sparks put me in a trance. The flickers of light molded and blended together before they simmered down to the ground, each flash of light burning out just as it touched...

Trapeze by Alexandra

“You’re up first,” Mike points at me. The room goes quiet as my fellow campmates watch intently from their seats on the floor. The large roof with a bubble-like top disappears as do Mike’s next words. My insides start to scream. They are spinning round and round, running into walls. My mind is a blur, traveling faster than a bullet. I can’t believe I’m actually attempting this. I can do the regular swing from my...

The Sushi Epiphany by Bashar

My tone wouldn’t have been nearly as crude if she’d just allowed me to go there. In the meantime, the cannoli I was forced to buy at Mike’s Pastry was messy and sticky and got all over my shirt. Since I’d waited to savor the taste, the supposedly sweet, creamy ricotta cheese had now melted and turned into a deformed, chaotic mess. All I was craving was one thing and one thing only: sushi. Those...
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