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2022-2023 WRITING
My Ten Spoons
Style: N/A Statement: N/A “Now spend this money wisely.” I hear my mother say As she hands me 60 dollars in preparation for the day Where...

Kyle Olson
1 min read
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Across the Desert Expanse
Style: villanelle Statement: I wanted to explore a different style of poetry than I would normally write, something more constrained - so...

Layla Proffitt
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be my sun
Style: Free verse Statement: "be my sun" was inspired after reading several love poems expressing one's love in a personified way. The...

Jane Lee
1 min read
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Rainy Days
Style: Fiction Statement: N/A You’re sitting on a cold bench, slightly shivering in a skin tight jacket, which, unfortunately, was soaked...

Aneri Shah
3 min read
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knock knock
Style: N/A Statement: This short story is one of three vignettes which explore brief moments in my life, capturing an overarching theme...

Anthony Luo
4 min read
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Stay
Style: n/a Statement: n/a People frequently come and go. We were little kids joyfully playing monkey bars, foursquare, and hopscotch. And...

Christina Chang
1 min read
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One Dance
Style: n/a Statement: n/a His eyes are open wide Now he shuts them tight He bows his head down And listens to the feet shuffling across...

Dhilon Prasad
1 min read
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white light
Style: n/a Statement: n/a there’s a monster in my body who wears my face, but it’s not mine. it can’t be mine. there’s something...

Joanne Zhang
1 min read
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Ace
Style: n/a Statement: n/a The dealer deftly spreads her cards out wide and flicks them into a pile. Is that an ace I see? She deals the...

Dyne Lee
1 min read
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Permanence
Style: n/a Statement: n/a “You who read me, are you sure of understanding my language?” — Jorge Luis Borges, “The Library of Babel” They...

Dyne Lee
1 min read
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Brianna
Style: n/a Statement: n/a I did not go gently— Even when their blades fell like lightning strikes into my chest, searing wind rushing...

Adam Xu
1 min read
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Rain Blocker
For this I messed with dual meanings and imagery for potential things that could be a rain blocker.

Aiden Ye
1 min read
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Hear Nature Calling
This is a poem about my own experiences with hiking and being in nature in general, something I find super calming and peaceful.

Jonny Luo
2 min read
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How Are You
I depict the pressure of feeling like you always need to be okay.

Christina Chang
2 min read
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Curiosity Killed the Cat
My curiosity and ambition to try new things have been both my greatest strength and greatest weakness.

Christina Chang
1 min read
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The Adventures of One Unnamed Gent and His Associated Investigations
This short story satirizes philosophical texts and horror stories to the end of an amusing effect.

Parav Manney
7 min read
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ophelia, drowning
"ophelia, drowning" is a poem first inspired by the realization that the name Ophelia, from Shakespeare's Hamlet, sounds like "O, filia."

Dyne Lee
1 min read
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When the Drifts Take the Dandelions
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Arnav Swamy
2 min read
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My Playground
"My Playground" is a poem that introduces the idea that my backyard is my home.

Vivian Lei
1 min read
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Red Winter
I experimented with sensory images, repetition, and symbolism to evoke the building itch of anticipation that is used to grip me.

Anais Sobrier
11 min read
32
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Phoenix
I am now a completely different person, rising from the ashes of my past self, like a phoenix.

Simarya Ahuja
1 min read
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A Composition of Haikus
I wanted to capture the essence of nature through its destructive elements, its different forms, and its beauty.

Dhilon Prasad
1 min read
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Rat King
This piece is inspired by the phenomenon of a collection of rats whose tails are bound or tied together by entangled material.

Anais Sobrier
4 min read
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They Sold Her Arms And Legs
This short story was originally written for a collection of vignettes, inspired by a common theme of muffled disappointment.

Florence Hu
3 min read
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Sedatephobia
This poem is centered on the ways in which we submerge ourselves in distractions to avoid our spiraling thoughts, from music to television.

Vivian Wang
2 min read
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an ode to the miscellaneous stuffed animals stowed in my cheetah-print hamper
Stuffed animals are reminders of fond memories, tokens of the past. This is an appreciation for childhood and a reflection on growing older.

Eva Ruemmler
1 min read
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self portrait as the present inside the amazon box that says fragile
I originally wrote “Self Portrait” as a way for me to express the idea of a younger adult becoming independent and in awe of growing up.

Jane Lee
1 min read
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Green-Blue Unified
I wanted to comment on the feeling of being watched, of brief and impersonal connections only preserved by a split-second photograph.

Layla Proffitt
2 min read
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His Last Song
I believe that music, especially from the piano, is an alluring, unbreakable treasure that tells stories without words.

Emma Fung
2 min read
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First Day of School
This piece was additionally authored by Dhilon Prasad and William Cao.

Nikhil Mathihalli
1 min read
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The Boy With Many Faces
When you're neurodivergent it feels like nobody is able to understand you, that everyone is forming relationships and you're left to watch.

Jex Popov
2 min read
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Curiosity
I wrote this after a fight with my little sister when I felt slightly jealous of her. I still and would always hold a great love for her.

Florence Wei
2 min read
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All I Want For Christmas
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Adam Xu
2 min read
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After The Father
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Anamika Anand
4 min read
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Intoxicated
If something feels wrong, hesitating will do more harm than reaching out. Depression does not discriminate.

Leyna Chan
2 min read
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Quarter-Life Crisis
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Sarah Thomas
5 min read
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Pressure
I wanted to express how hard it can be when you are struggling with school and compare yourself to the people around you.

Kylee O'Brien
1 min read
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Something Waiting
It's best to focus on the memories one can make now. Some memories remain forgotten, but days of sunshine are always something to wait for.

Florence Wei
3 min read
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