May 2024
Issue 20
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POETRY
Luka Henrie-Naffaa
In two directions, always The tension pulls Everyone thinks in absolutes these days A fuse waiting to go off Waiting to explode |
FICTION
Sierra Ott
The castle sleeps. Magic settles in every corner, weaving itself into cobwebs and thickly layered dust. It seeps into the stones, into the mortar, into the beams of the vaulted ceilings |
POETRY
Meghan Malone
If I showed you the whole world I worry you would realize you have every reason to be afraid and I, in turn, would fear for you |
FICTION
Simon Policy
Eliot watched the end of the world unfold from the comfort of his couch. He flipped through channels, eyes glossing over the news headlines that repeated phrases like “natural earthquakes” or “rapture” or “liberal agenda.” |
FICTION
Nora Sachdeva
"Are you sure you want to do this?" "I don't think you can graduate early, let alone graduate at all." "Your health is in jeopardy already, stop what you're doing now before it gets worse." |
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POETRY
Zael Johnson
Tacit giggling Electric euphoria Vindictive and plastic Semi trucks, clicking at every opportunity Mashed into a soup of perforated sheet metal, stirred thrice, spread on toast, and stolen |
FICTION
Max Mardesich
The workday is over. It hasn’t been very productive. The butterflies in my stomach feel more like bats, desperate to escape. |
POETRY
Adrian Lei
A requiem for the dreamers we have lost It’s quite blatantly obvious that a system has taken root amongst us No redeemer or alleviation from this fallacy |
POETRY
Ori Boozaglo
Sometimes I am the breeze that dances between sunflowers That caresses their petals and scatters their seeds in the soft, fertile soil |
FICTION
Nevo Naftalin-Kelman
Dong. The cold midnight air bites my face as the clocktower vibrates, the bell ringing under me. |
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FICTION
Shiva Swaminathan Strickland
The king was born half dead. A sickly creature he was, small body weak and yellowed. The clergy held him very delicately, fingers placed along his flesh so as to make as little contact as possible. |
POETRY
Lei Lani Daniel
I hate it here. I really hate it here. Why do I hate it here? Because this isn’t my home. But it is. This castle is where I grew up. |
POETRY
Chloe Rappaport
Sundays smell like the soft summer breeze of your last teenage years they encompass the wind kissing your skin urging you to move on |
POETRY
Solana Schwarzinger-Reuter
The doors close, snapping me out of my daydream. I look around as the train starts moving; There are new people today, not only the normal dreary commuters. |
FICTION
Rory Danielson
“Are you done cleaning your room yet?” “I’m working on it, Mom!” Daniel growled, exasperated by Mrs. Crocker’s constant badgering. |
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FICTION
Adalilly Chu
Noah yawned as he sat in his black leather chair, more tired than usual. The security room was humid and stuffy. It even smelled like the fried chicken he’d had for lunch hours ago. |
FICTION
Maya Dang
The fact that Adeline Huang had become one of my closest friends was a true miracle: we were complete opposites and didn’t start on very good terms. |
FICTION
Sophia Mayhew
My mother knew what she’d name me long before I was born. Growing up she always told me how much of a gift I was. She had dreamed of a baby girl, dreamed of her precious daughter, |
FICTION
Scott Polishuk
I boarded eastbound ACE train 06 at San Jose. We started to move. It was any normal evening commute at 1st. I got out my wireless headphones and connected to the free Wi-Fi, as the train... |
2024 Emerging Writers
Each year, Redwood invites eighth graders at Berkeley public middle schools
to submit pieces for publication in our May issue.
Emerging Writers are guided through the revision process by experienced Redwood writers.
to submit pieces for publication in our May issue.
Emerging Writers are guided through the revision process by experienced Redwood writers.
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POETRY
Leen Alammar
The snow falls softly from the sky A pure white blanket, so dry and high The world is hushed, the air feels chill A winter wonderland, serene and still |
POETRY
Caitlin Simonds
The Moon creeps its way across the sky Stars crowd around it Praying they can catch glimpse of its beauty The dewy-eyed doe stops to stalk the Moon Her gaze is stuck on it |
FICTION
Isabel Song-Chin
It was dark and quiet outside. With scarcely anyone around, he slipped through the passageway, finding the steps leading to the platform. There sat a piano. |
POETRY
Adeline Limieux
Half a thousand years ago, As I was walking slow, A demon passing by said to me: I wish you could be around to see What will become of ‘your’ pine trees And I asked him What happens |
POETRY
Moral Alysse Walker
An afternoon, filled with gloom We sat and waited, I almost fainted, When we heard the news Ring! Ring! Ring! My hand jolted forward And through the phone |
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