November, 1981. In a busy, cold morning of Gare de Biélorussie, two friends went separate ways. Thirty years later, two flies met in a jar meant for fireflies and knew that they will never love anything else ever again.

aposiopesis [pron.: /ˌæpəsaɪ.əˈpiːsɪs/; classical greek: ἀποσιώπησις, "becoming silent"] is a figure of speech wherein a sentence is deliberately broken off and left unfinished, the ending to be supplied by the imagination, giving an impression of unwillingness or inability to continue. james attello is very good at reading people; this might be why he was placed in advanced psychology, a class that is usually very, very hard to get into. james, eager to please his professor, goes forward with an assigned project, even though he was, at first, a little bit unsure. his task is to create a fake identity on a website, interact with the people he encounters, and then reveal who he really is, keeping a journal throughout the process. but james didn’t expect to meet farah, a fellow user on the site. the two of them bond, in a way, and she shares her secrets with him, and she, unknowingly, coaxes them from him. the day james sends out the message with the truth is the day farah’s account goes missing. james, at first, thinks nothing of it, but, after a little while, begins to wonder what happened to farah, the girl who told him everything. so he does what any curious boy would do: make another account.

I was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a time, without changing a single word except for the names of the people involved. My limited commentary, which is confined to brackets in each entry, is meant to provide the relief of my current perspective, fifteen years later. The UnSlut Project: Working to undo the dangerous slut shaming in our schools, communities, media, and culture by sharing knowledge and experiences.

"Do you want to talk? You know, about everything?" Evan asks. He's staring up at the star-covered sky as he holds our brown bag of French fries. I finish my sip of my vanilla milkshake despite not wanting to stop and follow his gaze. The stars twinkle against the black and wish I had brought my camera. Somehow I thought that bringing it on our maybe-maybe-not date wasn't appropriate. "I don't know," I smile, "everything seems like a lot of talking." Alabama Reed has fooled herself into thinking that this could work and she knows it. With an accident she's trying to downplay and a loss she can't seem to forget, things aren't looking good. So Bam's parents do the only thing they can think of; they take their daughter and drive her halfway across the country to sleepy Mermaid Bay to live in an empty cottage for the summer. Things quickly start looking up when Bam realizes the newspapers don't cover news that happens hours away, but as soon as she starts making friends and secrets of her past start unraveling, Bam finds out that you can't always run from your past - even if you actually run away. Spiritual #18 May 16th, 2013

Suicide. It's a harsh term, don't you think? Winter Kingswood is a snarky introverted musician and artist, Autumn Brooks is a bookworm and nerd, Summer Sommers is the badass chick with sarcasm as a first language, and Spring Garcia is the popular, preppy all-around nice girl. Four different lives, four different personalities. Four different stories. After the shocking suicide of Isabelle Nicks, a girl who all four of the girls once knew, their stories intertwine when they try to find out the reason beyond the sudden death. Stuck with the clues behind her death that she left, the four girls reluctantly combine forces to find the answers they desperately seek. And what they find shakes their worlds for good.

instruments make music. people love music. they say that no music is no life. well, our story's heroine's first instrument was the rainbow coloured xylophone, age three. ever since then she has mastered every instrument she has come upon. she does it for the euphoria it brings, knowing that your fingers, your set of lungs, you are making it. Then, why not bring in another hero. his first instrument was the piano at age ten. he hasn't stopped playing since. It is what he does, his music really is his life. for six years he has been non-stop entered in competitions, winning competitions, ruling competitions. both have a way with music. now, these two musical people, let’s put them in school, different schools, yet sister/brother schools. bryn east girls. bryn east boys. when these two schools decide they want to hold a joint musicalé these fellow protagonists’ friends, teachers, peers root for them. the prize is the title, the competition is fierce, there is only one winner. these judges aren’t going to pull a seneca crane, there is one winner, and one winner only. so, without further ado, let the best musician win.

Our memories do not always serve us correctly. But they do serve us kindly.

Avery Wilson likes to light matches. Not light matches as in light-matches-and-set-things-on-fire-like-Matthew-Trinson-down-the-street, but lighting matches. Just lighting them. And then blowing them out. Avery loves the sounds of the head of the match scraping against the side of the box, the sound of fire being brought to life. But when the unthinkable happens, Avery is forced to move in with her former step-mother, and leave everything she has ever known behind. Feeling hopeless and blue, Avery takes to stalking the streets of the downtown, exploring every nook and cranny, finding things that no one has before. The dingiest bookstores and dustiest shops are prey to Avery’s wandering, including that of a former artist. His small building is not much bigger than Avery’s room, but it contains the finest artists of the city, including a quiet prodigy who goes by the initials T.H. Avery, when alone, calls him The Poet and thinks that they’ll only ever meet in that dusty room. She takes solace in his work, and looks forward to seeing what his genius produces. But the Poet has some problems of his own, as does every artist, and begins to seek out Avery, asking for her advice. Not knowing that he’s not the only one with vices as well as virtues.

How to talk to a suicide, by a suicide. If you are one, add your own thoughts through private message.

Parker Elway is having dreams. Strange dreams; waking dreams; dreams in which she opens her eyes in the darkness to find herself paralyzed and surrounded by shadows from her deepest nightmares. The doctors call it sleep paralysis. But is it really so simple? As the waking terrors worsen and strange people begin to appear in town, Parker sets out to uncover the truth. And when she digs up a trove of hidden secrets and a dark past that everyone seems all too eager to forget, she begins to wonder: is her terrifying dream world merely the result of a sleep disorder? Or is it reality? [National Silver Medal Winner in the 2014 Scholastic Art and Writing Awards]