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...

Capoeira by Nicole

“Ohhhhsisi. Ohhhhnownow,” we were chanting. The capoeira man banged his stick against the cup. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. We all ran, including me. But I had run straight into the waiting arms of Sandra. I felt myself get swept off my feet and spun around. I heard a mix of laughter and shrieking and wondered who was making that noise. I realized it was me as Sandra put me down. “Sharks over here,” the capoeira...

Ultimate Frisbee by Dominik

We were there! About a yard from the opponents’ end zone. The sun was beating down on us making sweat flow down our faces. I had the frisbee in my hand, ready to pass to any teammate. Some of my teammates were in the end zone, some behind me. I had only a moment to observe the field. Who would I pass to? To the front or to the back? How was I going to...

Glass Blowing by Edward

The lava-colored melted glass oozed from the long pipe that the instructor was holding. I blinked. It was such a lovely color! Was this really happening before my eyes? The melted glass was slowly dripping downwards like the floor was a planet with moderate gravity. I straightened up and squinted at the bright neon orange, peering at its interior. Minute bubbles were drifting and popping inside the closed glob of glass like physalia jellyfish drifting...

Rock Climbing by Isabel

Olivia had just completed the medium climb. I high-fived her and thought, “If she can do the climb, so can I!” I get belayed to the rope, my harness feeling tighter. A check list runs through my mind. Helmet? Check. Long pants? Check. Harness? Check. Rope and rocks? Definite check. I’m ready to go. I step onto the first ledge I see. I look up. This is very high. Did I mention that I’m a...

Rock Climbing by Sophia

My foot reaches the first foothold. Relief washes through my body like ice down my back. I can feel every stone, rock, or pebble under my tan, tired hands. Thousands of years ago, these rocks were formed, and maybe in a thousand years these rocks will still remain. They will look no different, than they did in the time when dinosaurs roamed the unpolluted, innocent earth. I reach for the next hold. It feels jagged...

Soccer by Alek

It lurched toward me. Rolling with the force of a thousand hurricanes, mudslides, tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, and geysers. I staggered back as I looked upon it, a sphere of ivory and shadow. It reminded me of that symbol of two things created with one white part with a black circle and a black part with a white circle within. I leaped forward as I heard a loud, strong voice bellow, “Three.” It was there,...
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