Piece written by Samson E. Merise My father finished his story as he parked in front of the school. I looked at him, unable to see his face. Instead, I saw black. In that blackness, I saw the shadowy forms of his guardians cracking the bloody whip against his back. I felt a queasiness deep … Continued
By Mia Herrera The matriarch of the Rios family, Azucena, often thought about all the decisions she had ever made in her life. Quitting her first job, marrying Pedro, adopting Dayana, training Dayana, letting Dayana join the military, refusing command of their nation, watching Dayana come into power, and not doing anything.Azucena stared at the … Continued
Written by Mia Herrera From the garden of the palace, Nyx lounged on a chair. Her chin placed between her fingers as she surveyed the citizens below. Her head was pounding, and the sun was too bright for her eyes. As she stared at the sky, black dots appeared and blurred her vision. She snapped … Continued
Written by Mia Herrera The young and soon to be King of Lima, Alois, was arriving in the City today. Three days after his arrival, his coronation would take place -and the great uniter, Dayana Rios, would step down as leader of the city. She would solely retain the title of Ambassador to Huancayo. After … Continued
Written by Naomi Franco The small tremors coming from the train car keep me awake. No matter how many times I lean my head back, I become jolted into a state of consciousness. I’m not alone in my predicament. The old woman across from me has been entranced by her window view since boarding. Never … Continued
Part 2 by Mia Herrera Soledad had never mastered patience. She waited all of five minutes before leaving her ship. She had landed somewhere in the country. Which country, which decade, she did not know. Farmland stretched out for miles beyond her sight. Nothing but what looked like cotton surrounded her. She had sucked the … Continued
Hispanic Heritage Piece written by Naomi Franco “Wait, Lulu! Don’t go that fast, slow dow–” Skin hits the pavement, and soon the sounds of the bike bell mix with the cries of small Lulu.Luna Sanchez and her sister, Marina, were fortunate to have awoken to the sight of a clear and sunny morning. The night … Continued
By Britley Blessitt – Student Journalist Two weeks ago, I waited in the car and watched through the window as my mom played lotto in a crowded deli. In a dangerous pandemic with a massive jackpot, my mom must have been feeling lucky. She took all the necessary precautions. My mother wore thick gloves, two … Continued
By: Britley Blessitt – Student Journalist I have a confession to make, my voice truly awoke only a few years ago. It took me a while to learn how powerful my voice was. Even from a young age, I realized words could stir up many different emotions. These words were one of the reasons why … Continued
Gabriel De Oliveira hits his alarm for the last time and rolls out of bed, fifteen minutes before his first class that begins at ten in the morning. Normally, he would wake up two hours before his class to wash up, eat a quick little breakfast, and make it to the bus stop on time to get on the bus. However, now after he washes up, he just returns to his room and sits at his desk parallel to his bed where his sheets still lay disheveled from his past night’s slumber. He opens his laptop and clicks a link for a zoom meeting where he logs onto his last first day of college.