by Connor Zimmerman ’20 “Last stop, everybody! Don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here!” The conductor’s shout pulls me out of my sleep. The train slowly rolls to a stop at the station, and I drag my body off the seat. I get in the line of people, and we trudge our […]
by Sam Pellman ’20 Faces are passing People are moving I do not recognize these faces I may never see them again But for just a second they were in my head And now they are gone Everywhere we go, we see strangers Sometimes we run into them again Sometimes we make friends of them […]
by Erin Venuti ’20 Janie wasn’t popular—except for the third week of fifth grade, when she brought a Chinese jump rope to recess. Her mom had found it during their annual summer trip to Cape Cod, in a store that sold toys, overpriced greeting cards, and platters plastered with the zip codes of surrounding tourist […]
Dear Tiff and Earl, I’m turning 21 over Columbus Day weekend, but all my friends are going home. I’m going to be all alone in my apartment. What should I do? Sadly, Feeling Twenty-Blue Hey Loser, Let’s face it, your “friends” weren’t going to celebrate your bday even if they were around. Go to […]
II Anthony’s eyes let loose a few traitorous tears in the cab seat next to me, his hand clutching the black drawstring bag between his feet as if it were a lifeline. I’d only known him a few weeks, but he was woefully unaccustomed to the violence of the Circle’s way of life. I saw it […]
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by Julia Zygiel ’19 I look into the mirror, my nose centimeters from touching the glass frosted with my breath. I try to spot what he sees in my eyes. A storm? Perhaps. I study the edge of a scar that eternally creeps towards my tear duct, a finger of lightning that is always a […]