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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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A Haunting Past

By Michelle Moraitis The fog was thick. Ricky put one shaky foot in front of the other, praying that he was still on the path he could no longer see. The forest around him was void of even the rustle... Continue Reading →

Unveiling a Hidden Truth

By Gerard Hall As Scout drifted off to sleep, he heard arguing coming from his parents’ bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what they were arguing about, but it didn’t matter. All he knew was that they were upset about something.... Continue Reading →

Leaving

By Myka Ellenwood The darkness seemed to swallow the small amount of light cast from the headlights. Louise felt tears starting to well up in her eyes. She shook her head, trying to expel the tears. She drove for what... Continue Reading →

Through the Storm

By Madison Van Dyk It was 10pm on Wednesday, July 11th; I felt Ruth’s hand tightly interlocked with mine as the large drops of rain drenched our bodies. My wet clothes weighed me down, and the coldness of the water... Continue Reading →

A Break in the Horizon

By Madison Dykes There’s a darkness looming over me. And like a thief in the night it comes to take the very breath from my lungs, the sparkle in my eye, and the joy in my heart. I feel nothing... Continue Reading →

The Last Time Hopper

By Myka Ellenwood I sit at the air café. The only place in town for teens to hang out without the need for respirators. I watch the others talk and laugh through their sim screens. I flick through the different... Continue Reading →

The Dark Side of the Hidden World

By Gabrielle Swartzentruber The spears pierced the sky like a thousand deadly sewing needles stitching the fabric of war. The thundering of the cannons shook the ground and matched the thunder that was crashing overhead, creating a cacophony in the... Continue Reading →

Cleanse

By Stephanie Hickner Not all rainy days are riddled with bad luck. More often than not, I will tread through a dreary, wet, Thursday, feeling as if the sidewalks are paved with gold. When skies are clear and weather is... Continue Reading →

Night Swim

By Nic Weimer I glanced down into the reflection of the evening-sky over the still waters. I watched the small wakes, created by my quiet splashing feet, cross the lake’s surface. They bent and warped the image in its progression... Continue Reading →

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