What I've Never Told Anyone
By Grisselda Moscoso
I’ve never told anyone that once I saw a fairy flying around in the early morning sunlight. I’ve never told anyone that I get lost in a world of my creation were butterflies and rainbows aren’t just part of nature but also people. I’ve never told anyone that as a kid I thought that the man on the moon looked lonely so I climbed a tree to try and reach him. I’ve never told anyone that I think that the moon at its highest peak is one of the most delightful things this world has to offer. I’ve never told anyone that one night while looking at the night sky I saw the man on the moon wink at me and heard the sounds of the rabbit hopping. I’ve never told anyone the story of the donkey who turned into a man that my mom once told me around a campfire surrounded by friends and family. I’ve never told anyone that I believe in myths and fairytales and all they have to offer. I’ve never told anyone that I like to go out at dawn and lay between the pine trees and see the birds and squirrels wake up to start their day. I’ve never told anyone that one late afternoon I saw a squirrel chasing a cat up a tree. I’ve never told anyone that I have a collection of falling stars in my closet. I’ve never told anyone that one gloomy night the night sky came to me crying looking for its falling stars so with sorrow in my heart I gave them back.
Grisselda Moscoso -- A student, a friend to many, a daughter to one, a sister to six, and an overthinker. Is a perpetual binge watcher. Will most likely be binging a show. Enjoys sleeping, anime, and hanging with friends. Probably won’t be exercising, and most likely still hates celery. Values friends, family, and that time of day known as dawn. Is inspired by her mother, anime, and sleep. Is completely overwhelmed with optimism and hope.
Skeleton Writing
By Abigail Ortiz
Then there was the bad weather. The booming thunder was all he could hear other than the harsh taps of rain against the small house that got closer and closer as his feet trudged through the thick mud. He jumped up the steps of his porch and threw the door open to rush inside, tired of the cold temperatures and the mean storm. Once inside his house, Dominic rushed to the wooden stove and started a fire. The little flames crackled and licked the male’s frozen fingers to warm him up. He slowly began to regain the feeling of his fingers and wiggled them around to thaw them faster. Satisfied, Dominic made himself a cup of tea and drank it cautiously.
The hot liquid scorched his tongue and he was forced to swallow. His throat burned as it slid down. Dominic blows on his tea for it to cool down and eventually sips it again once he was sure the tea was not as hot. As he walked back into the living room, there was a knock on the door. Who could it be? It was nearly midnight. The knocking grew louder. His heart began to beat quickly as he never usually had visitors. Dominic felt his throat constrict, limiting his ability to breath while his body shook with fear. Dominic rushed to the window and peered outside looking for any clue of who might be at the door. Unfortunately, he did not have a clear view of whoever was outside since it was dark and the thunder decided to take a little break.
The hot liquid scorched his tongue and he was forced to swallow. His throat burned as it slid down. Dominic blows on his tea for it to cool down and eventually sips it again once he was sure the tea was not as hot. As he walked back into the living room, there was a knock on the door. Who could it be? It was nearly midnight. The knocking grew louder. His heart began to beat quickly as he never usually had visitors. Dominic felt his throat constrict, limiting his ability to breath while his body shook with fear. Dominic rushed to the window and peered outside looking for any clue of who might be at the door. Unfortunately, he did not have a clear view of whoever was outside since it was dark and the thunder decided to take a little break.
Abigail Ortiz -- A student, Mexican, shy, and a certified horror movie enthusiast. Is perpetually paranoid and will most likely be in her feels after reading a sad story. Enjoys the winter season, watermelon, rain, and dogs and probably won’t get a sunburn again no matter what. Most likely still hates licorice but she values creativity, compassion, and wisdom. She is inspired by Pinterest boards, art, and music while being completely overwhelmed with stress and an overactive imagination.