The Devil's Quill

A Young Boy’s Battle Cry

Dhristi Raval

June 8, 2020

Author’s Note: Throughout my life, I have witnessed hatred among many groups of people. Whether these biases are based off of race, gender, sexuality, or religion, I’ve noticed that humans have a tendency to stereotype...

Enter, the Kingdom of Nox

Nabil Majumdar

December 18, 2018

He gagged at the wretched taste of the obnoxious air, the poisonous vials of chemtech, the lifeline of the city, was also the thing contaminating it. The murky mist veiled the remnants of the jagged mountains, sapped of all natura...


Julia Schnarr

December 17, 2018

Douglas and Jennifer ran from the car to the house that was home to their Nana and Papa. A plump house with a two palm trees that swayed to the sides. Bushes of purple and red zinnias sprouted in front of the dainty Florida ranch. ...

Lightning’s Apprentice: Part I Chapter 1 (Stay tuned for more…)

Max Kevelson

December 17, 2018

“T’was a dark and stormy night, deep in the bowels of the Cave of Darius the Stormbr-” "No it wasn't" “I'm sorry, normally I try to make your life seem interesting.” "Even if it isn't that interesting, it's still my life! Speaking of which, where did you come up with that cave name? ‘The Cave of Darius the Stormbreaker'? It’s like something out of a fantasy novel." “This is a fantasy novel Damion. You’re the protagonist and I’m your helpful sidekick/voice in your head, Narrator.” said Narrator.

Letter #3

Katherine Kim, Co-president

January 3, 2018

People whisper about us in the hallways, but you always steer me away before I can hear them. Your aloofness has a legendary status in the school; I’m not going to flatter myself and think that you’re bothered by their words,...

Bliss (Preview)

Katherine Kim, Co-president

December 6, 2017

The scent of iodoform made her open her eyes blearily to a ceiling lined with cracks. She lay still a moment before slowly sitting up, rolling her shoulders experimentally. Nothing damaged, from what she got from her temporarily...


Kyle Watkins

November 1, 2017

“Can I tell you a story?” You hear his voice, but don’t see his lips move. You want to ask where you are and who He is, but instead nod, yes, I will listen. “Thank you,” He takes a deep breath. “To be honest, I’m asking for advice, really. My sons just don’t seem to get along.” You smile. Of course they don’t, brothers never get along.

By Jayanth Vincent

Left Behind

February 7, 2017

End of the World

Angela Huang, contributer

February 6, 2017

The three of them sat on that rock, the lapping of water occasionally licking at their pants. It was night, but it wasn’t dark, the explosions of colors from the stars and the campfire illuminating their faces. There were two men...

Rosewood Drive

Rosewood Drive

January 13, 2017

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