Why Fiction Is Here To Stay, In 5 Pages

a synthesis essay by Praket      The growth of society, as seen in the past, has been heavily dependent on the rise of revolutionary ideas among the unsatisfied and has been a pattern seen continuously in history. Many people will often cite other people or events to justify the reasons for their stance, which…

Fiction Encourages Progress

a synthesis essay by Hope        Fiction is characterized as a genre of literature that depicts seemingly imaginary events and individuals. However, beneath the facade of fantasy, many fictional works have significant underlying meanings and connections to the real world. Such works as George Orwell’s dystopian critique, 1984, and Mary Shelley’s science fiction…

the theory of death and life

a 50-word story by Claire   “Are you truly living?” he quietly breathed, closing his eyes. Then he looked up.  Sadness spread on his face, his eyes trying to search mine. I looked down, feeling the tears streaming down my face and hitting the floor. “No, I am yearning for death in order to truly…

I Give Up

a 50-word story by Natasha   I GIVE UP!  Every time I try to be nice, every time I treat others with respect, every time they look at me: Disgust. Sorrow. Fear. (There is no hope for me, so I shall make Dr. Frankenstein suffer how I suffered. How dare he make me so hideous…

My Knight In Shirt and Jeans

an excerpt of a short story by Stephanie   …Turning towards me again, he continued, “No one should be treated like that.” I looked away. I knew he was right. “Cassandra, I’m always standing up for you, and you always push me away afterwards. It’s like you don’t appreciate what I do for you,” Grayson…

The Frog That Created Hairs

a poem by (a different) Daniel   Gods shaken by an inextinguishable laugh A Homeric laugh as Homer sang In the song I of his Iliad Made my frog Hela stop talking From “Here she is” That I had left at the waterhole That there is At the foot of the Moradillo de Roa’ hermitage…

Goner

a 50-word story by Daniel   One-by-one, the streetlights POP! Pitch darkness follows.  The sequence comes closer and closer.  The clacking of claws on the asphalt.  Flashes of movement left and right.  DO NOT BLINK.  You’ll miss it.  Legs wobbly… palms sweaty… goosebumps…spine chills.  Ready to fight!?  Gone.  RING! The bell! I’m late!   Daniel…