Fiction

I dream sometimes, of love and hate and snow. Here in California, where summers rage with endless flames, where each spring and autumn brings another dusty wind to my window, there isn't much to speak of.

Junction City, Kansas, July 15th of 2085.

As winter comes the days start to get colder in the morning and the grass becomes covered in a layer of frost. As you walk across the yard the grass crunches under you feet and your breath leaves steam in the air.

I took a bite of tomato right off the vine. 'Umami', I thought to myself, 'the fifth taste'. Umami is a delicious taste, unheard of by most people, but still, being the fifth, unheard-of-by-most taste didn't make it any less delicious.

Your footsteps follow you as you trudge through a forsaken labyrinth of memories. You feel a presence following you every inch of the way, yet at the same time, this is the loneliest you've ever felt.

     A long time ago, there was one large planet.  Nothing on it was alive, and it was the only surface in the entire universe.  The reason it was totally deserted was that gravity on this planet was much too strong, causing

The season of snow forts, snowmen, and hot chocolate. The first snowfall of the season is so exciting. As I wake up and see a thick layer of white on the gourd snow. My brother is screaming that it is snowing.

By Romae Martone, Williston Central School

I hear many people saying, eww… why would people get something that poops in a box? And I hear people saying, oh god, dogs are scary. But I think, like humans, there are some good, and some bad from all the places.

For the past few years, I’ve been debating with myself whether I am a cat person or a dog person. Dogs used to be my main interest, and I loved them. Now, I’m more on the side of being a cat person.

One day, after school, my older brother, Nat, sat me down and told me a story. 

     I step outside and my breath immediately catches.  It's beautiful.  We must have had a heavy snowfall last night.  That's the only way that the darkness could bring us such beautiful scenery.  I mean, the groun