Untamable
By Evangeline Ford, TIWP Student “With her straw blonde hair, arms hard and lean,She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene.”— Hozier Do you ever got so angry that you feel it in your lungs, above your lips, squeezing your temples, longing to be set free? All her anger is poured into the fireContinue reading “Untamable”
Daughters of Mother Earth
By Erin Hambidge, TIWP Student A woman walked through the forest. Where her light footsteps touched the ground, green shoots burst through crumbling soil. Where her fingertips brushed the rough bark of trees, leaves blossomed. Flowers once wilted lifted their drooping shoulders to face her. Birds took to the sky, cawing in delight. The shyestContinue reading “Daughters of Mother Earth”
Songs About Home
By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student The beach back home was cold. The wind would tangle my hair and sand would stick to my clothes. When I walked barefoot along the ocean, my toes would turn purple and my fingers went numb. And most of the time, it would end up raining, soaking the little hamContinue reading “Songs About Home”
The Journey’s End
By Erin Hambidge, TIWP Student It had been days since he last saw his friends. Days since he had wandered off course in the dense forest, searching for food, any food. He was so tired. He had wandered through the endless woods looking for something familiar, anything to lead him back to his friends. ButContinue reading “The Journey’s End”
Self-Honesty
By Eloise Anagnost, TIWP Student I will not be dishonest with myself,because self-dishonestly is the worst form ofbetrayal,graver thandishonesty to another.It is simpleto focus on the idea ofnot lying to someone else.But when it comes toyourself,it is a challengequite difficult tosurmount.I will not be dishonest with myself,when I believe one thing,but convince myself of anothertoContinue reading “Self-Honesty”
Rewriting the Fairytale
By Zara Quiter, TIWP Student, Age 8 Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Cindy. She lived with her mother and father but then, when Cindy was 6 years old, her mother died. It was a rough time for her and her father but then, Cindy’s dad got remarried. He got marriedContinue reading “Rewriting the Fairytale”
Building Bridges
By Lizzie Arroyo, TIWP Student I live on a lonely shore. The sand is white and the water is gray and stretches on forever. The only sound is the whisper of the water on the sand. This soft little island has strong bridges to other islands, where my family lives. These bridges are soContinue reading “Building Bridges”
The Protests, Part 1
By Graham Clinger, TIWP Student I woke up on my bed panting. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window and there on the street I saw it. The line of police threatening every colored trespasser. Life had changed overnight and I wasContinue reading “The Protests, Part 1”
Filled to the Brim
By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student This story is many things. It is filled with love, sadness, and possibly, confusion. To clear that confusion, I am going to tell you a secret. In the beginning of this story, you are reading from the perspective of one Chrysanthi Del Reyes. She is a black lawyer, and aContinue reading “Filled to the Brim”
Rainbow Rain
By Maxine Pollock, TIWP Student My sister told me she thought that the world was once black and white like the old movies. And I asked her how she thought the world got its color again. She said it was because of the rainbow rain. Red came first of course. She was hot and fieryContinue reading “Rainbow Rain”
Two Birds and Two Eggs
By Julia Lima, TIWP Student Outside my window there is a tall oak tree. And on the second largest branch, tucked away in the shade, there sits a little straw-and-twig nest. In the nest lay two birds and two eggs. I like to watch these birds. I see them leave early in the morning toContinue reading “Two Birds and Two Eggs”
Hamilton, The Revolution
By Zara Quiter, TIWP Afterschool Program, Age 9 I could see Lin-Manuel Miranda standing on the stage watching President Obama and Michelle Obama. I got there just in time for Lin’s first rap of “Alexander Hamilton.” It was cool – watching Lin and President Obama together. And then just like that, I was on stageContinue reading “Hamilton, The Revolution”
Love of the Ocean
By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student I want to love someone the way I love the ocean. The way it excites me, the great big expanse of it all. The way it terrifies me with all its depths in darkness, all it’s undiscovered uncertainty. The way it engulfs me and stings my eyes and burns theContinue reading “Love of the Ocean”
Mallory
By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student When I was young, I felt like I could live through anything. A broken arm? No problem. Can’t swim? Doesn’t matter, I’ll dive in anyways. Lost a baseball my neighbor’s yard? I’ll hop the fence, if I’m fast enough there violent dogs won’t catch me. I enjoyed fear, the feelingContinue reading “Mallory”
A World Full of Light
By Maxine Pollock, TIWP Student I dream of a world full of light. A world where everyone smiles at each other as they pass. A world where if someone’s grocery bag breaks on the street, five people rush to help. Everyone is employed, everyone has a family, and everyone is loved. Sounds nice doesn’t it? Continue reading “A World Full of Light”
Lost to the Flames
By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student I stand still, looking up in awe at the massive building before me, the huge ten steps to enter it, and the two pillars on either side of the open staircase. There are two stone men who sit on rock thrones in front of pillars, only to be outshined byContinue reading “Lost to the Flames”
Broken Pieces
By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student A look of defeat takes over my face as I watch my life get played out before my eyes, and the eyes of my best friends, my team, and the eyes of my worst enemy. I can hear their silent gasps behind me, and I can only imagine the looksContinue reading “Broken Pieces”
Furtuna and Nike
By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student “I challenge you, daughter of Fortuna, to a battle to the death.” I give her a tight lipped smile, my ever growing ego peaking through. With a more meaningful smile and bit of a smirk, I say- “Sure thing, honey.” I see her scowl at the nickname, and it brings yetContinue reading “Furtuna and Nike”
Ben & Jerry Apocalypse
By Reagan Kaelle, TIWP Student Boredom is a funny thing. Parasitical and corrupting in nature, it creeps into your life with malicious intent. It slips through daily routine and leaves insanity in its wake. It is this very insanity that has provoked my father and I to venture to Safeway. Grocery shopping in this dayContinue reading “Ben & Jerry Apocalypse”
Unwanted Visitor
By Kayli Harley, TIWP Student It calls my phone unexpectedly, like an old high school friend who just happened to be in town and somehow knew my number. It knocks on my door and I have no choice but to let it in because it has already pushed its way through the door, sat down,Continue reading “Unwanted Visitor”
Rain
By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student It hadn’t rained in a while here. While the sky was dark and the air was cold, the city was refreshed. Like a drunk girl having her first cup of water in twelve hours, we were on our way to recovery. Fall had been unusually warm, with thick, humid airContinue reading “Rain”
Apocalypse
By Ellie Hawkins, TIWP Student With sleep comes dreams. The pain of life slips away into an imaginary world of laughter and magic. The tears of death and sorrow—bottled up like lava waiting to burst—explode into a black hole of nothing. Outside is a world where life is unbearable. Beautiful nature disappears in clouds ofContinue reading “Apocalypse”
Who Needs A Prince? (Part 1)
By Zara Quiter, TIWP after school student, Redwood Heights Elementary School, age 8 FROZEN The wind blew as Elsa was out on her porch. She noticed a gleaming wisp of wind shining. “That was weird,” she said out loud to herself. It got bigger and bigger. She took a step back and then started toContinue reading “Who Needs A Prince? (Part 1)”
Aquaintances
By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student The church was quiet, yet I could still hear whispers echoing through the large building. I sat in a pew close to the doors. I haven’t been home in a long time. I haven’t known any of these people in a long time. At this point I only know theirContinue reading “Aquaintances”
The Mask
By Reagan Kaelle, TIWP Student Everybody wears a mask. It hides your identity, face, and emotions. Masks are armor. In this society, they seem to protect us. But I don’t think that’s true. Masks prevent authenticity and genuine connection. I can stare into the faceless metal shield for as long as I want, but inContinue reading “The Mask”
Fight For It
By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student I heave myself to my feet, my light blue jeans now dusted in dirt. As I now stand upright, I face my foe in my long sleeve teal shirt. Oh god, please don’t rip this shirt, it’s really soft. My short curly brown hair tickles my chin a little asContinue reading “Fight For It”
The Unseen Event
By Maya Petzoldt, TIWP Student Waking up in the middle of the night is never fun, especially to go to the bathroom. You turn the lights on, and guess what—now your eyes hurt, too. You sit down, and then the cold seat shocks you. Now you’re slightly awake with a headache. With your senses mostlyContinue reading “The Unseen Event”
Angry Adolescents
By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student When I get angry, a little orb of fire begins to burn in my throat. I’ve learned to swallow it and let it scorch its way down my esophagus, extinguish itself in my stomach acid. I’ve learned to let the smoke out through my nostrils, and not billow between myContinue reading “Angry Adolescents”
Rain
By Alexia Tzortzis, TIWP Student There are things you knew you would miss when the end of the world came. Things like ready-made food. Electricity and Social Networking. Human interaction. You knew you would miss these things, but you underestimated just how much you would miss her. She was the girl you had been crushing onContinue reading “Rain”
Orion and the Adroits
By Audrey Lambert, TIWP Student They isolated those that they feared—weapons in human form with abilities that surpassed imagination. If they suspected you, they branded you with a triangle on your neck and implanted a tracker in your left wrist. They told the people we were dangerous and to report all Adroit activities. Adroit, that’sContinue reading “Orion and the Adroits”
The Cardinal Directions
By Reagan Kaelle, TIWP Student “He was my North, my South, My East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.”— W.H. Auden North is cold: white hair and ice chips for eyes, always watching, never halting his relentlessContinue reading “The Cardinal Directions”
The Writer
By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student For a long time I wondered where I would end up. I could be considered successful, with a job I was happy with and a seemingly simple and easy life. My routines were constant. Wake up, get ready, go to work, go home. My days were exhausting, the power hungry,Continue reading “The Writer”
Wash It Away
By Maxine Pollock, TIWP Student Someone coughs behind me and I shudder, burying my face further into my jacket. I need to get out of here, I think, and my pace quickens. My black combat boots strike the unforgiving pavement as I move away from civilization. The atmosphere wraps itself around my throat like aContinue reading “Wash It Away”
Their Gazing Eyes
By Elise Flagg, TIWP Student Part 1 A glance. Just a quick look over the shoulder. She sees him. Staring. Or gazing. She looks away. She continues to look over her shoulder throughout the night. He is always there. But then halfway through the night, his eyes are gone. Off looking at a new constellationContinue reading “Their Gazing Eyes”
Lockdown In A Home That Isn't Home
By Aly Kirke, TIWP Student When I received the news that confirmed the rumors of school canceling I felt my chest tighten, my throat narrow, my breath slow. I went to a friend’s house each day, and on the days I couldn’t I just went for a walk and didn’t come back until late. WhenContinue reading “Lockdown In A Home That Isn't Home”
The Big House
By Zoe Moga, TIWP Student I watch the road carefully before I cross. My satchel is stuffed with some food for the next week or so. Two loaves of bread and some cans of beans. I wanted to try and get some bacon or sausage but meat is rare here. The blue bloods have aContinue reading “The Big House”
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