Prose

My Mistaken Friendship

Noah Scott

Tom Hinkamp was a friend of mine be-fore I could put into words what that meant. It was my first day of kindergartenat Stanton Elementary, and a wide-eyed, brown-haired boy sauntered over towardme. Even then, his jaw was cut like the side of a cliff. While my eyes darted from side to side and my neck popped in a nervous tic, Tom looked straight ahead as he marched toward me. He talked with a steady voice, unfazed by the shrieks coming from the other kids. I was awestruck by his complete confidence in a new environment.

My Mistaken Friendship

Noah Scott

Tom Hinkamp was a friend of mine be-fore I could put into words what that meant. It was my first day of kindergartenat Stanton Elementary, and a wide-eyed, brown-haired boy sauntered over towardme. Even then, his jaw was cut like the side of a cliff. While my eyes darted from side to side and my neck popped in a nervous tic, Tom looked straight ahead as he marched toward me. He talked with a steady voice, unfazed by the shrieks coming from the other kids. I was awestruck by his complete confidence in a new environment.

Middle of the Night

Nathan Langhauser

He slid his hand to the small of her back, feeling the warmth of her bare skin. She ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. She was perfect. Their foreheads pressed together, he looked into her eyes, almost blurred together because they were so close. It was dark, so the color w as indistinguishable, but her eyes looked right back at his. She made him comfort-able even though he had no idea where he was. There were no words exchanged, but the silence said enough. He never saw her full face, but he was convinced that he knew her, that they had known each other for years.

My Mistaken Friendship

Noah Scott

Tom Hinkamp was a friend of mine be-fore I could put into words what that meant. It was my first day of kindergartenat Stanton Elementary, and a wide-eyed, brown-haired boy sauntered over towardme. Even then, his jaw was cut like the side of a cliff. While my eyes darted from side to side and my neck popped in a nervous tic, Tom looked straight ahead as he marched toward me. He talked with a steady voice, unfazed by the shrieks coming from the other kids. I was awestruck by his complete confidence in a new environment.

The Art of Coffee

Liam John

Another Friday alone at home. I had nothing to do except homework or sleep. I began my Advanced Algebra II homework when I decided not to stoop to the nerd level. My siblings were at college and mother in Arkansas. My friends partied together. My boredom mushroomed, so I let coffee fill my night with experimentation and tasting.

My Mistaken Friendship

Noah Scott

Tom Hinkamp was a friend of mine be-fore I could put into words what that meant. It was my first day of kindergartenat Stanton Elementary, and a wide-eyed, brown-haired boy sauntered over towardme. Even then, his jaw was cut like the side of a cliff. While my eyes darted from side to side and my neck popped in a nervous tic, Tom looked straight ahead as he marched toward me. He talked with a steady voice, unfazed by the shrieks coming from the other kids. I was awestruck by his complete confidence in a new environment.