Category: Young Authors

In the future, Earth will no longer be habitable, and we will have to go live on Mars. The problem is, we do not know how to get there.

But the thing that I noticed most is the sound. Or the lack of it. There are no birds singing, and no bugs buzzing in my ear. The pesky hum of a mosquito that isn’t there is more concerning than one that is.

As I walked into my new office, I smelled the fresh paint and doughnuts and saw the grey, boring walls that I would be working in.

He sat, slumped, on the flimsy cot of his cell. Surrounded by cold concrete walls, he was a prisoner of the government

I still remember when I first saw the wolves.

I pondered my choices as I laid on the moldy cot in my decrepit apartment. My fingers ached. I was out of sleeping pills. Again

Last year, I received an email from Marieclaire Apuli, a Language Arts teacher at Emerson Middle School, serving students from Park Ridge and Niles,…