Student Works

In Keyscore City, it’s dark with a pretty night sky, but the dirty streets are filled with crooks. One such group tops the Keyscore City Trust, until a hooded figure …

—Perdón —dice Madeline mientras se sienta—. Olvidé dónde puse las llaves de la casa, me tomó una eternidad encontrarlas.

A poem about love.

A poem about finding love

Clinching a cupid is great, especially when a capricious change of scene yields that fate.

“Sorry,” Madeline says, sitting down. “I forgot where I put my house keys, took forever to find them.”