Mia Wang, ’26. I looked at Flynn, then the rutted ground. Slowly, I lifted my right foot, placed it down. Iwobbled, then stood still. I subconsciously reminisced about the first time I went skating. I had apair of pink skates, cartoon pattern imprinted onto the plastic, just like any 5 year old girl wouldhave asked…

Anonymous, ’24. “I have always wanted to write a fiction story about being stranded alone on an island and the emotions you might be going through.” We’re losing altitude. I’ll try to control the plane but we are going to crash. That is what I heard on the loudspeaker on the airplane. I never thought…