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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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Fiction

Gone

By: Autumn Owns 12th Grade, Bryan High School Words and yogurt slop out of my slack mouth. Caregivers with phony smiles touch my wrinkled skin and act like they know better than me. They mop up the yogurt and listen... Continue Reading →

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Blu-Bird

By Zachary Veazie 12grade, John Adams High School

Infectious

By: Emily Oliver You call it love but I call it that disease that racks the entire being, an incubation period of how long it takes eyes to meet. Then the symptoms begin to kick in. At first just a... Continue Reading →

Birth of a Memory Theorist

By Bryce Yoder Avery didn’t remember passing out. He didn’t remember losing consciousness or where he was when he did. When Avery woke up in a small office, he couldn’t really remember anything. He knew his name. His mom’s name... Continue Reading →

Fallen Cherub

by Susan Miley  A little girl in a Baptist Church might’ve fallen from Heaven. Her fluffy eyelashes and paired wings flutter, as she beams under the glances of the other church-goers. In her white tights, she giggles quietly. Her golden... Continue Reading →

A Day

by Brianne Larson 8:01  My alarm is still buzzing causing the vibrations to alert me that another day is beginning. 8:32  I choose to hit the snooze button three more times and my tired body is finally forced to roll... Continue Reading →

The Church of True Israel: A Scene from the Midwestern Life – Alex Busse

The air outside is hot and humid.  The sun is a blinding white blot, reminiscent of a blot one may see by standing too quickly.  The boy lives in a town in northeast Indiana outside of Fort Wayne.  His house... Continue Reading →

L is for Lost – Amanda Spencer

Take the green line to Clark and Lake, then transfer to the orange line and ride that to Quincy, and then walk the rest of the way from there? Or was it transfer at Adam’s  and Wabash and ride the... Continue Reading →

Sing, and be Heard – Haleigh Smith

SHANTAY: A Frustrated and angry teenage girl AHASBAI: Middle-aged, warm counselor SCENE 1 (The stage is entirely black except for a spotlight over a chair and couch stage right, set up like a psychiatrist’s office. The chair is occupied by... Continue Reading →

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