Author: kronski

TOOLS OF THE TRADE by Hailey Owens

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Ever since I was little I’ve had a strange fascination with vampires. Not like the obsessive people who have dedicated their life looking for imaginary Twilight characters (Edward Cullen anyone?). My interest is different. As a kid, I was always focused on the idea of vampires and the inconsistency in how to kill them. After a few hours of looking into how many ways there are, several weird looks, and asking around, I put together a list: a stake through the heart, burning, garlic, holy water, etc.

 I didn’t stop after making a list. I took it a step further and created these photos.

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CLARITY OF AN UNSOUND MIND by McKenzie Walker

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I was sitting and staring down at the marble floor just below my feet inside the courthouse and wondering if it was possible for the ground to actually collapse out from under me. I caught my grandfather’s gaze from across the room. He was staring somewhere around my feet, not concentrated on anything, just lingering and departed from everything that was around him.

I asked him if he knew where he was.

He sighed and said he just watched his little girl go away for a very long time.


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PUBLIC SPEAKING by Gage Thomas

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So there I was in front of the class, my turn to present next. Of all days to give a presentation for a final project, it had to be January 26th two years ago, my sophomore year. My birthday. The report was on a novel and we had to make a poster about it. My novel was The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. In my mind, everything that could possibly go wrong, would. The nerves were already getting to me and they were only getting worse. We’ve all had those moments before a presentation. You got butterflies and all that good stuff, and you desperately hoped it would be postponed somehow.

Breathe.

Just use your note cards. If anything, you’ll lose just a few points for reading directly off them. No big deal.

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BULLET AT MIDNIGHT by Victoria Sandoval

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The day was a normal fun filled day with Tío Lupe flipping burgers and cooking Carne Asada on the grill with a cold Corona. Manuel, Baby Joey, and David were trying to rap and the clapping of my little cousins was encouraging them. As usual all the tías were gossiping about who is getting a divorce, and who would get married next.
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FEAR

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Rachael Kramer

 

This is  inescapable pain. This pain burns. It  freezes you in your tracks. This pain is a cold that somehow burns, singes hair on the back of your neck. It is never a sudden feeling, but it grows. It starts at your skin and works its way to your core. You feel its pressure rising and expanding in your chest,  in deep gasps for air, but you can’t control it.

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