Young Writers

He knew it would not end well. It was inevitable. But he had no choice. The '78 Dodge Charger chugged to a stop atop the layer of bonfire-red leaves...

Her demeaning message has infected my heart. Every night, the pain grows more intense, like my chest has been torn open, and singed. She continues,...

I remember a lot about him. I remember his dark skin, melting onto me like dark chocolate. He left a stain on my teeth and a bitter taste in my mouth...

James Bond came to his senses at around three-thirty in the morning.