by Abi Starck, ’16. The walls of the cavern began to shake and the ceiling started to crack. People rushed to leave, terrified of the ceiling caving in. Most of my familial unit decided to stay behind; they had heard that the land above was safe. They would not sway from their ideas. We wore…

A short story by anonymous. He wakes up to yelling on the street outside.  He stands up, bleary eyed.  He looks around, sees a pile of clothes in one corner, a sleeping bag in the other.  He walks over, puts on the clothes, opens the door and walks into the hall.  The Iranian woman begins…