The Ascendants

It’s easy to forget yourself in the Labyrinth. Life, that fragile thread, seems like only a second after years, perhaps centuries wandering through this infinite maze of phantom structures: a colosseum of mist-soaked black stone piled with the bodies of its sacrifices, the shell of a corroded rocket half-buried in silt, the silent beam of…

Theme: Literary Essays in Brief

Theme: What is it? How do I use it? Why should I care? WARNING: These are quick tips written by a high-schooler. Every class has different expectations, so if in doubt, ASK YOUR TEACHER. That’s kind of why they’re here. Theme is not the same as a topic. Your website, party, or meeting themes don’t…

Translucent, Backstory | ATLA: File 61596

Written confession of ALYDIA RYNNS TORIS [ATLA subject 6.23]; 2658-2-7, Androvid Penitentiary Unit Prisoner Number: 00132 Legal name: ____________ Date of birth: ____________ Nationality: Raedian (Revoked) Diagnosed conditions: Psychopathy, extreme depression (C495), Vswret Condition, …(see file) Convicted felonies: Genocide, 511 assassinations (1 unsuccessful assassination attempt), 30,000 murders (noninclusive), 769 counts of arson, 26 counts of…

Translucent | Chapter 1: Agent

The agent drew in a breath, silencing the gunshots ringing against the metal chamber. Her gloved fingers picked the flecks of red off her pistol grip and moved to the blue armband on her bicep. Focus, she thought, twisting the stiff fabric until her fingers bleached. Just one more blueprint, then I’ll find them. Almost…

The Curse of the First Page

My story has changed drastically over the past few years, and with it, there have been three separate drafts of the first chapter. Each has its merits and its downfalls, and of course, I’m nowhere near finished with it. But for the meantime, a look into the writer’s conundrum: Zora was getting impatient. She glanced…

The Paradox of Education

Genre: Somewhere between essay, second person story telling, and free verse poetry. Scores feel so hollow. They’re just a number made of pixels or ink, a 5 or a 20 or a 100 to say you’re incredible, a 0 to say you have no hope. But when that number turns up on screen, that number…

Translucent Prologue

There are legends. Legends of a figure in the hills, in the shadows. Savior of the oppressed, assassin of the innocent. A figure, cloaked and golden-fleshed, their eyes glowing a piercing sapphire as they stared down into the valley below. They clasped the hand of a deathly thin young girl, five or six in appearance.…