June 13, 2018 Denouement As the sun went down on the Steel City, a girl dangled her legs off a small foot bridge. In her right hand she held a clear unlabeled bottle of liquor and in her left hand, she held her small black studded clutch. Mascara was smudged around her eyes. Some stained tissues left a little trail of the most recent events around her. Footsteps approached her. She did her best to wipe her eyes.
June 3, 2018 Claim Your Story It was Groundhog Day. The skies were grey and the snow was speckled with tufts of grass peeking out over the blanket of white. At around eleven in the morning, kids piled out of the maroon double doors. Dressed in warm winter jackets and colorful snow pants, kids leapt into the snow banks with gleeful smiles on their faces. For a winter day in Wisconsin, the weather was about average. But today would not be any ordinary day.
May 20, 2018 Press Play Two years ago, I sat in my sophomore English class, half of the time doodling on my page as Mr. Olson would go on and on about Death of a Salesman. He asked us what kind of people the Lomans were, about the symbols throughout the book, and then the big question arose: what does this tell us about the American dream? I’ll tell you what I think about it: it never existed.
