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Story: Matu

By: Malini Misra It was getting late enough to be worried. I once again stepped into the balcony and looked down. Except for a drenched street dog that was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul…

My Creative Outlet

By: Alina Das The iridescent lights and hundreds of filled seats made my heart beat in a way I had never felt before. As my name was called, I slowly walked onto the empty stage. Using all my gathered confidence…

Overcoming A Challenge

By: Angel Ramnani The biggest challenge I have faced is knowing that Indian families typically want their first child to be male. My parents conceived a child before me, but my mother aborted because she was afraid it would be a…

Story: Changed Person

By: Angel Ramnani On a typical day of tedious classes and tennis practice, my dad was running late from work. I decided to go to Cerritos library to start on my daily pile of homework, so I wouldn’t have so much…

Story: Her Last Gift

By: Hannah Yun Thud. Thud. Thud.  The sound echoed throughout the entire library. Thud. Thud. Thud. Eyes immediately shifted from books and study materials to the source of the sudden footsteps. “Look what you did, you ruined them!” She yelled. Feeling…

Poem: Q&A

By: Aruna Subramanian Questions piled up as I hesitated to reply I dodged a few knowing or unknowing. When I embrace the unknowns, The knowns started to leave. Now, my path is filled with some familiar queries and a few new…

Poem: Dangling greens

By: Aruna Subramanian Leaves that love in excess Of tree, closely cling Of soil, promptly fall Even so, a few dangle in disarray until a storm blasts…  

Poem: The Last Scoop

By: Jacob Chung The mint chocolate chip ice cream carto that was once in the refrigerator is now in the trash The last scoop in my stomach I know you wanted me to share because you asked me for some I’m…

Poem: Beneath the faces of Jasper

By: Israel Sajini Beneath the faces of Jasper lies some rough clay. Inside the darkest coal we find gold refined. Within each stormy phase, lies a sleeping node. Around every peaceful road, We hear chants of warfare. In every broken villa,…