Student Works

Nearly everyone around the area were looking down at their screens, engulfed in the shock and fear of what they had seen.

Grieving is the hardest feeling to confess.

Somewhere lies a fragment of better days / But who knows where

I wonder what the sun would think about the whole debacle.

Would the legend finally come to fruition?

My mind is a maze.

“What’s your favorite color?” I ask him.