“This can’t be happening.” Grey Alcivitz was currently locked in a small cell next to her most annoying rival, Erik Zaathen. It was less than ideal. How did she get here?     Four...

I slam the door closed and turn to look at my friends, Constance and Sarah. "Maybe jokingly summoning Bloody Mary wasn't the best idea," I mutter. "Is she in there?" Sarah tries to open the door, but...

This is a concrete poem created in Elizabeth Pellicane's 1st block Creative Writing class.                                                                    ...

My eyes sting from the ash, but I can't look away from the wrecked plane. I watch a small flame eat away at the fabric of the captain's seat. I don't look at the captain's body.  I was on my way home...

                                                                  The Progress of the medical field               Has led to miracle medicines or Horrors...

My entire time as a freelance fashion designer I just wanted to find a woman to work with in hopes of finding one I could love, but I never could find the courage. I could barely even pitch my clothing...

The following is a mesostic poem for Elizabeth Pellicane's 4th Block Creative Writing class.                                                              ...

“Caitlin Davis, we’re ready to see you now,” the secretary said, playing solitaire behind her tall desk.  The doctor stepped out of a room ahead and stood eagerly waiting for me. As I made my...

INT. ARMORED VAN - DAY A team of soldiers sits inside a van. They're armored from head to toe and hold rifles in their arms. One of the soldiers, a woman named PRIVATE HELLMAN, talks to another soldier,...

The suns rose like embers in the vast expanse of the desert wasteland, casting harsh shadows over the remnants of a once-thriving world. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the distant howls...