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  • Flowers, Falling, and Other Near Death Experiences

    Glass crunches beneath Meg’s new white sneakers. She jumps. The sound is sharper and louder in the abandoned halls. Meg looks down. She moves her shoe; angry cracks spider-web across the surface of a broken mirror. In the shards, her eyebrows knit together. When she shines her flashlight down, the light fractures and illuminates the…

  • Digital Book Club | Week 3

    Digital Book Club | Week 3

    Victoria Koops hosts Special Guest, Mr. Andre Boutin-Maloney for week 3 of her Digital Book Club. This week, they’re talking #advocacy, #BLM, and #bannedbooks! A special thanks to Mr. B for joining the conversation!

  • To Treat a Moonburn

    To Treat a Moonburn

    Moonburns are much worse than sunburns, thought the Astrographer apprentice. He tore a bandage and wrapped the fabric around his throbbing hand. Dressing his wound was a temporary solution, loose and hasty, but his poor medical skills would have to do. He had samples to return. The balloon craft bounced as he stepped aboard. Once…

  • CYOA: The Final Chapter

    CYOA: The Final Chapter

    You roll and draw the ruby-encrusted blade from the earth. Pulling it free is easy enough but just as the tip exits the ground, a whisper ruffles through the trees like the sound of a thousand birds taking flight at once. Gooseflesh ripples down your arm, right to your fingertips which you find wrapped tightly…

  • CYOA: Chapter 2

    CYOA: Chapter 2

    Drawing your weapon once more, your feet fall on the long-forgotten path. Edging deeper into the indomitable forest, you settle into an uneasy pace. The deafening quiet wraps around you like a wet blanket as the sun fades lower into the trees. A twig snaps beneath your boot, sending your heart plummeting through your gut.…

  • CYOA: Chapter 1

    CYOA: Chapter 1

    “Go on an Adventure, they said.” You roll to the side just in time, as a giant spider spits a sticky, paralyzing web at the little patch of ground you had been occupying only moments before. Sweat plasters your hair to your forehead and temples, curling the drenched locks at the back of your neck.…