Creative Writing

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor   We stopped moments before the Golden Gate Bridge. I thought there was something wrong with the car, but Dave had a plan.…

By Roshni Riar, Staff Writer   I just can’t do this anymore. You nod as if she’ll see you, but you realize, gripping the phone tighter, you’re going to have…

By Roshni Riar, Staff Writer   I see the same faces every day but none of them know me. The white Honda Civic with the rosary beads hanging off the…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor   The swinging of screen doors and wide-open porches; nobody’s staying in. Caramel iced coffees sweating onto stained wood by our sides. Wind…

By Sonam Kaloti, Arts Editor   Archie’s friends talk shit about me he believes that they are obsessed. They’re spewing nonsense hatred lest they ruminate on what can’t be; they’ll…

By Roshni Riar, Staff Writer   Auntie always amazed me with her endless bag of tricks in the kitchen stories flowed from her fingertips, each one a little better. How…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor   Outside the car window, bodies reached new energies as they tore across an asphalt stage; no music but the humming of engines,…

By Caroline Ho, Assistant Editor   I have this tendency, as such to ruin everything I touch to damage all that I hold dear the fool who dares to stand…

By Roshni Riar, Staff Writer   May you remember where you came from. May brings the summer semester, are you taking any classes? May means jeans and a T-shirt. Sweater…

By Morgan Hannah, Life & Style Editor   we are those who like to kick up dust behind us we are those who like to run, not walk   for…