Marcus Grant | Managing Editor The sun was warm. It peaked through the sparse trees littered atop the grassy hill that overlooked the...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor The low murmur of voices filled Grandma’s bakery, bouncing off the bright orange walls. Adrien was used to...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief I was two years old. The age of my first memory. Now it might be impossible in most cases for someone to...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor Rain was coming down hard, creating a soft rhythm on the concrete street. It was mostly empty, a few of...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor It was a cold day. Most of the birds were long gone, leaving only a few types left. I only really noticed...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief When the sun goes down, and the dark starts to rise and conquer the world, the only enemy to mankind is...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief There was once a reckless kid who believed that he could conquer the world and fly. Inspired by the...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor Matthew was in the deep holds of sleep when little Ben and Nick crept into the room. Careful, they made...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor The cold November air rushed past me, turning my nose and cheeks pink as my feet sunk into the dying...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief “Well, what in the hell happened to you?” my mother said, shocked to see my beaten face and bruised body...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief I lay down on the ground, wounded by this damned war. A war created by hatred, greed, ego, and...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor Grey clouds moved in, casting shadows over the old abandoned amusement park. A new group of friends made...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor Cinnamon wafted through the air, giving a warm hug to the man standing at the far corner of the small...

Marcus Grant | Managing Editor The grass is wet, fresh dew building up under the cover of the stars. Familiar scents of manure and hay...

Eugene Bertrand | Staff Writer Putting it out there. Laying it on the line. Even if it breaks my heart, I’m willing to give it a try. Not...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief I was standing in the middle of destroyed streets and building debris. I was holding my scythe on my left...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief I woke up, and it was the middle of the night on a winter week, in the middle of December. It took me a...

Malek Allari | Editor-In-Chief All I can feel is my heart racing. That was all. I wanted to do something about it, but nothing could be...