October 2021
Issue 10
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FICTION
Daisy
Paris-Kaufman There was once a girl who could fly. Or at least she said she could. |
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POETRY
Auden Svoboda
as the world exhales and fiery fingers weave a black blanket across the sky . . . |
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FICTION
Julia Weinberg
Ezra took his spot behind the bar at Vivian’s Restaurant, unaware that in an hour he’d be drenched and out on the street. |
FICTION
Jasper
Lovvorn-Black I’ve never understood what led me to believe that the garage sale would be a good idea. |
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POETRY
Aja Lelchuk
Her eyes wide as life-rings inside redwood trees Her strides cousins of the fawns |
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FICTION
Soline Loeffler
You enter the house at nightfall, like your friends said you should. |
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FICTION
Zael Johnson
The invocation flushed pink, blossoming in tendrils from Arboriasus the Verdamancer’s dark hand. |
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FICTION
Eva
Fostovsky-Geckeler I’d heard many stories about the legendary lost and found, but hadn’t seen its magic for myself until a couple of weeks ago. |
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FICTION
Simon Policy
It is day one. We are fifty miles from earth’s atmosphere and all humans have been placed in cryosleep. |
POETRY
Ysabel Chu
The girl in the mirror is taller Her hair falls in gentle waves |
May 2021
Issue 9
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FICTION
Jasper
Lovvorn-Black Waves crash against the sand, sending sandpipers sprinting away. |
FICTION
Meghan Malone
Life is a difficult concept to grasp when you know you have only six days left of it. |
POETRY
Aja Lelchuk
She had let me into her vibrant life And had enhanced the brightness of mine |
FICTION
Mia Skoble
I stand, staring, my eyes wide at the glittering glass and reflections and trinkets around me. |
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FICTION
Daisy
Paris-Kaufman No. Not again. The words hang faintly in my head as I start to make my way to the front door, a can of gasoline in my hand. |
FICTION
Julia Weinberg
When morning broke, Dex begged his boss for a second chance. |
FICTION
Skyler Rockmael
In the middle of a cold day in February, Claudette Danis and her husband, Bryan Shwartz, stepped off the airplane . . . |
FICTION
Kenna Klop-Packel
girlhood. These are small fingers. Small fingers, smaller hands. If it is possible. |
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FICTION
Auden Svoboda
I take one look at the line of people stretching across the blacktop and change my mind. |
FICTION
Zora Laddish
Colin splashed into the darkened dead end, his shoes soaked through from the puddles. |
FICTION
Sonja Wooley
The handle of my flashlight was warm where I gripped it. |
FICTION
Mahela Cabrini
The bubbling in my foot. It seems to happen only when I'm not doing anything. |
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2021 Emerging Writers
Each year, Redwood invites eighth graders at King, Longfellow, and Willard middle schools in Berkeley
to submit pieces for publication in our May issue.
Emerging Writers are guided through the editing process by experienced Redwood writers.
to submit pieces for publication in our May issue.
Emerging Writers are guided through the editing process by experienced Redwood writers.
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Emerging Writer
POETRY
Shiva Swaminathan Strickland
The pink cherry blossoms lining the streets The petals trailing behind the trees |
Emerging Writer
FICTION
Soline Loeffler
Cellie gripped her necklace tightly before turning to Edana. |
Emerging Writer
FICTION
Zael Johnson
“You talk to me as if I were born yesterday.” “You were.” I grin. |
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Emerging Writer
FICTION
Divya Sachdeva
Nora swings open the door right before I even get the chance to knock. |
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