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Literary Magazine

Growth in the Face of Adversity

May 5, 2020 |

COVID-19 has changed the lives of millions. Many people are getting sick and losing their jobs, and even their lives. However, in this tragedy, I am trying to make the best out of a terrible situation. It is very difficult … Read More

Fiction: “Red Wrangler”

May 1, 2020 |

Not a Corvette, or a BMW, but a bright red Wrangler. It’s a Jeep, he told me he had saved it for occasions like this. That explains why he rides his bike everywhere, he says it isn’t just a car, … Read More

Fiction: “Soul Mates”

April 20, 2020 |

They stayed up waiting for this moment. Ever since they were little, it was this day that meant the most to them. Alexa and Betty, short for Elizabeth. It was going to be their 16th birthday and their soulmate’s first … Read More

Sorrys and Softball

April 20, 2020 |

It was 2:45 pm when the bell rang. Everyone in my last period U.S history class knew exactly what it meant. Whatever the turnout was, we knew tomorrow wouldn’t be the same.

“Aye, what do you think is going … Read More

Fiction: “Sweet Dreams”

April 20, 2020 |

“Coronavirus has just now moved up to having a total of 37,820 deaths and 165,659 recovered globally. We’re encouraging that everyone stay inside and follow the instructions on the quarantine to help decrease the upward trend in some of these … Read More

Fiction: “She Purred”

April 20, 2020 |

The daybreak had woken her up. The air was cool as the night’s showers had made it, and her damp fur was spiking around the edges. Nifty was along the corner, drinking out of the old soup bowl which had … Read More

Poem: “A Letter to an Old Friend”

April 3, 2020 |

From the cherished memories, you gave me 

To those times under the fig tree.

The friendship bracelets we made together 

With our hearts feeling light as a feather.

Not even sure if it was just a handful of dimes,

I … Read More

Fiction: “Spontaneous Robbery”

February 11, 2020 |

I’m currently slumped on my carpetless, hardwood floor. I sold my couch to pay for last month’s rent. My back hurts from sleeping on this cold surface every night. Not to mention I’m sick from yet another common cold. 

With … Read More

Poetry: “The Bald Eagle: America’s Reality”

February 8, 2020 | 1

Have you heard the story about the bald eagle?

The bald eagle that flies ever so free?

Flying so close but barely touching the sea?

It wanted to be like a fish in the ocean,

But when it knew it … Read More

Poetry: “In Loving Memory of Kobe Bryant”

February 3, 2020 | 2

Ten seconds left on the clock and he needed to score

The crowd screamed and watched for more

His team hustled and passed him the ball

The crowd went silent and wondered if he could make it at all

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Fiction: “One More Night”

February 3, 2020 |

EDITOR’S NOTE: The following piece involves references to suicide that some may find upsetting or triggering. If you or anyone you know needs help, please reach out to the National Suicide Prevention Hotline, 1-800-273-8255.

She hates her sister’s curtains, she … Read More

Poetry: “Blood, Guts, and Angel Cake”

January 23, 2020 |

By Paige Besante and Ra’saan Stevens

Housewife

Tonight I’ve soaked in cold bath water to hide every pore I bare.

The rose petals have lost their scent and I have rollers in my hair.

Cold air hits my skin and … Read More

Poem: “The Universal Weapon”

January 14, 2020 |

The echoes of the bullets firing shake a nation

As innocent and fulfilling lives are taken 

Bodies, prayers, and shouts all seem to pile up

For some people, this riles them up 

The cries of a mother holding her lifeless … Read More

Poetry: “I Still Miss You, Rufus”

January 14, 2020 | 1

I Still Miss You, Rufus

Remembering when I was in kindergarten is hard

Besides all the parts when we used to play in the school play yard

Holding hands as we walk back up from lunch

Making friends whose names … Read More

Fiction: “Just Another Day”

January 13, 2020 |

My blaring alarm shakes me violently out of my sleep. I lazily slam my hand onto it to shut the damn thing up. I miss the first time and groan. I hit it repeatedly, still not opening my eyes, until … Read More