Lu Xun

The dull lights cast gloomy shadows over the mouldy creased tent as the smell of dirt and mud lingered through the frosty air. Off in the far distance, we all heard the disturbing crunch echoing in the quite of the night. For a few seconds, only silence prevailed, while we remained still; our feet sinking deeper into the mud anxiously anticipating another sound to be heard. Instead, only resounding silence followed. Memories of a similar day echoed through my head, fifteen years ago exactly to the

A light rain pitter-pattered against the windshield of Tom’s Mustang. Every few minutes, a burst of sunlight exploded through the clouds, creating gasoline rainbows in the opalescent puddles pitting the asphalt. Stifling a yawn, the young officer stared into the distance, his concentration waning with each passing mile. Maybe it was the hypnotic swish of the windshield wipers, or maybe, it was the knowledge he was about to face Booker for the first time since their disastrous date. Either way, his

It’s Thanksgiving and all of the teenagers are hunkered together at a table motionless, the only thing moving is their eyes over their phone screens. This leads to older generations telling us how lazy and selfish our generation is, to which we always look up from our phones to deny and fight. Though when you think about our generation's generalized tendencies, we are seemingly exactly what older generations describe. Yes we do have those who are lazy and those who are outgoing just like any other

“Not again!,” I moaned, looking into the mirror. I was examining my face, touching all the red, wet, eczema above my eyes. “Come on!” my brother screamed. It was a Saturday morning. He was playing video games, being attracted to tech, and basically other teenager stuff. Him yelling at the TV reminded me that it was the weekend. I’ll just play video games. That will keep me distracted. I went to the PS4, and started playing. A huge

A young boy, Scotty, is involved in a hit and run car accident on his birthday as he walks to school on a Monday morning. Scotty dies three days later as a result of occlusion, which doctors say would have been prevented had it been recognized earlier. Scotty’s mother, Ann Weiss, who is interactive and loves making friends, had ordered a sixteen-dollar cake on Saturday for his son’s eighth birthday, which scheduled to take place on a Monday from a taciturn baker whom he left her telephone number

“A Wish for Hope” With my bags packed and my phone charged, I set off for Memphis, Tennessee with my cousin and her parents. It was time for Kaylie’s annual checkup at St. Jude. As a baby, eighteen years ago, Kaylie was diagnosed with leukemia—a cancer of blood and bone marrow. She overcame the disease after a hard battle, but it left scars. However, she doesn’t let anything hold her back from being the kindest and the most genuine person I know. When she asked if I wanted to go with her to Memphis

Going through life changing experiences and being exposed to new and unwanted is difficult to overcome. As humans, we can withstand so much, and it reaches the point where we can no longer deprive ourselves from portraying our emotions and shedding out tears. It was like being suffocated into an internal depression with no escape that consumed the vivid and optimistic personality that was once there. It was hard to accept the reality that was laid in front of me. Hesitantly, and by force the truth

"See? T-there is nothing to b-be afraid of," Neil assured. We were currently inside the elevator as the doors were shutting; my eyes were covered by my hands, and I was leaning against the wall for support. It had taken another ten minutes after agreeing to do it before I got myself to actually get on the thing. The elevator began moving, and my nerves kicked into high gear the more I thought about it. The ten seconds it took to it to get to the fourteenth floor, where Neil wished to go to, felt

Ryan raced from the elevator to the reception desk in the ER. Before the woman had a chance to see that someone was there, Ryan spat out, “Zackary Daw.. Bryant. Zackary Bryant?” After a few blinks in surprise, the woman turned to the computer and started typing. “I don’t have anyone by that… oh wait… His name just popped up. He is through the doors. Take the left and he should be at the end of the hall,” she said then hit a button hidden by the desk. Ryan followed her directions and turned left after

The bell rang and that concluded my final day at college. I went to Stanford University with my friend Thomas White. Thomas and I were practically together for our whole life, we were even born in the same hospital on the same day. We were inseparable and did everything together. When we finished our years at college we decided to go travel. We had always dreamed of it and now we had a chance. So we bought two one way tickets to Ecuador that left in a week. “Did you pack everything