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The Crossings

The Intersection of Faith and Art.

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 →

The Inhuman Exchange

By Clayton Sidenbender “Will the world ever forgive us for what we’ve done?” John Pendleton wondered aloud, his voice cutting through the howling wind. No one, not even Jagmeet, the philosopher, offered an answer. The faint sound of chewing from... Continue Reading →

Saudade

By Francisco Salazar Saudade is a difficult word to define because it involves a lot of feelings such as loneliness, craving, and pain. Bell, a Portuguese writer, describes saudade as "a vague and constant desire for something that does not... 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 →

Regrets of a Survivor

By Autumn Owens I'm sorry I never held your hand when we were huddled in the bomb shelter. I'm sorry that as the toxins filled the air and the ceiling shattered, I didn't pull you close. We were never sisters,... 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 →

Sense and Sensibility Stage Review

By Jamie Mast As the lights slowly rise and the first actors rush onto stage, the audience is immediately introduced to an array of town gossips. The quiet titters overwhelm each other in the chaos until one emerges from the... Continue Reading →

Had I known I was going to have guests at 4am, I would’ve tidied up.

By Alayna Wort Had I known I was going to have guestsAt 4am I would have tidied up.Had I known,I was going to have guests at 4am,I would have tidied up.I would have tidied up,For the sake of the guests... Continue Reading →

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