Eliza sits in the back of the room, her face buried in her laptop. Everyone around her yells back and forth as if no one else was listening. Of course, it’s hard not to listen when they talk at the volume...

Miles crouches just behind the starting line. The rough texture of polyurethane grinds against his hands as he tenses up. He yawns.  “On your marks!” the starter shouts. Miles shifts his position...

I open my eyes and look around to the best of my ability. Sunlight flashes down on my face from between the leaves above my head. It doesn’t take me long to notice that I can’t feel its warmth. I look...

    This rhyming poem was created by Riley Foltz in Elizabeth Pellicane's 1st Block Creative Writing class.    Rhyming is fun  More than one Spacing each line Your...

Edward lies on the couch, staring blankly at the TV across the room. As wealthy as they are, it’s a rarity for the Constantine family to waste electricity. They spend every last penny sparingly. Edward...

“Walking to work, walking to work, man, I love walking to work,” Dale hums. As he strolls down the street he sees the same people he saw yesterday. He picks up the same coffee order and he wears the...

“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...