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Fiction

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…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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…  

Poetry

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…

Poetry

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,…

Poetry

By Yuan Hongri Translated by Manu Mangattu Ah! Of iridescent gems of time The heavenly road you paved light! In a kingdom of stars, I found my home. In the golden cities, I opened the gates of the city to the sun,…

Poetry

Written by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan Translated by Yuanbing zhang Who is sitting in the heaven and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smilling? The golden staff in his hand Flashing the…

Poetry

By: Ann Christine Tabaka The wind is a restless lover, ever on the move. The wind is a jealous lover, claiming all within its path. The wind is an angry lover, bellowing like a runaway freight train as it races through…

Poetry

By: Ann Christine Tabaka Walking past the old dwelling, looking in through doleful eyes. She is an abandoned house, tenebrous windows, crumbling walls. Visions of the past haunt her rooms, as she combs through the disarray. A dark shadow lurking in…