The silence in the van was stifling. There were only seven students and one teacher who belonged to the House of Time, so the school had sent them in a van instead of the bus. Which Cody thought was for the best. It would have been funny to get into a bright yellow school bus…

There was red in the gutter and I’m not sure what from.  It was either blood or rust or faded paint just 99 cents a tube.  There was red in the gutter and I’m not sure what from.  If it was paint just 99 cents a tube it was from the shop that smelled like…

Rooms Of Bloodshed (Part 1) Dyrsis walked along the sidewalk winding through the town. The candles on  crooked doorsteps flickered and danced against the black of night. The cracked concrete was harsh against the bottoms of her feet, scraping them every few steps. She paid no mind to the dots of blood left in her…

down the road in Bushwick with pins in your hair, strawberries and watermelons and pimple patches on your forehead, not looking when crossing the street and gold bangles on your wrist, pink and blue in your hair and you’re down the road in Bushwick, your hands clasped around a boy’s ring finger, a tight grip,…

Ava Pecora is an eighteen-year-old painter and printmaker from Ashley, Ohio. She has been attending Interlochen Arts Academy for visual arts for the past four years. She has won 22 Scholastic regional awards and 1 Scholastic national award. Her work revolves around breaking norms and taking the power back, particularly involving her many years in…