My One and Only Escape

By: James T. Thomas III The atmosphere of the Jacaranda Public Library is serene. Upon arrival, the patrons are greeted by the exotic display of indigenous plant and wildlife, merged with the modern architecture that coincides with the tropical Florida weather. One can imagine the aroma of the Gulf breeze as the sliding doors open.…

No Crime Was Committed

By: Keith Cranmer Toss…turn….flip….flop….adjust….fidget…I can’t sleep. I can’t help but think of all the things that I have got to do. Moving to Venice from Orlando was not a decision that I made, but one that was made for me. Working four jobs after the tornado destroyed my house and living with that lesbian Jackie,…

Tabloids

by:  Megan Finsel We are not amused! In this joke of yours This reality you’ve made Where the cost of popularity is higher than virginity We are not amused In your swag and your ‘tude Yolo? Oh no! Mad bro? Ya know! This reality isn’t real Fake! Faux! False! It’s a mirage in the desert distance,…

Duel

By: Elizabeth Ramos BIO: My name is Elizabeth Ramos, and I have been pursuing visual art for the last five years. It is my ambition to one day become an Art Professor and encourage future generations of youth to express themselves and their ideas through their artwork. I am currently the Vice President of SCF’s…

The Labyrinth

  This black labyrinth reaches into the endless chasms of the Earth to a destination known only by fate for each who pass through it. These walls have never seen stars nor felt the warmth of sunlight. They reach deeper and deeper into the darkness, housing a fate that each of its travelers seeks. Alan…

Nice Guys Finish Last

A crash, sound of rumbling, a bang. Galvin’s eyes opened as he lay in bed, the sweat running across his forehead. “What was that?” he thought, bringing his hand to wipe the small drops of liquid from his body. Another crash, he got out of bed quickly, stumbling to the window as he tried regaining…

The Shedding of Love

The heat of summer soaking through her uniform, Morgan waited on the school steps, tiredly scraping a stick into the pavement cracks. The beige colour reminded her of sand and holidays at the beach years ago, of sticky ice cream and small rocks that scratched her feet and her mother’s smiling face. She jammed the…

Eternal Revenge

  As it goes I seek revenge, not of the lightest kind, where as one has had a jest played upon him, but in the sense of avenging what has been stolen from thyself. I have been robbed! Where be the armed guards with shackles as to chain this thief and remove him, so that…

Turtle Time

By: Elizabeth Ramos   BIO: My name is Elizabeth Ramos, and I have been pursuing visual art for the last five years. It is my ambition to one day become an Art Professor and encourage future generations of youth to express themselves and their ideas through their artwork. I am currently the Vice President of…