Hope floats like a buoy. Most of the time, it gently rocks up and down, but other times, when storms

When you’re standing at the foot of the ocean, you’re occupying an ancient space. The wind dancing on your skin.

Let’s just say there was a cat. He was wearing a hip-hop outfit. He had on a leash, but it

I hate to spoil the end of this story, but I meet a superhero at the end. I’m a caterpillar.

We are lined up, dressed for prom and waiting for our names to be called. We are outside Windermere Union.

*This is a creative short story, and in no way a recount of real events. The names may or may

This is a product of my creative writing class in college. It was met with much acclaim by teacher and