Saving Princess Peaxh

Image Credit: Emma J., Tuck, GA The author's comments: My first time writing a fanfiction... Clearly not my strong suit. "Stop it! Stop! Don't you understand anything?! I'm trying to save you!" But the princess didn't lower her guard. Her and the poofy pink frills she wore had been effortlessly tossed over the shoulder of a big, shelled beast. Bowser. She pounded her fists against his spiked shell and flailed her feet wildly until her perfectly pink heel finally made contact with his jaw. "OWWWWWW!!!!!! RRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!" The princess was thrown down against the wall of bowsers castle, she sat in shock and awaited her death, hoping it would be fast. "Try to save someone and I get a fat lip. Try and be the good guy and just look what happens!" She turned to get up and run while bowser was distracted, but then he gently grabbed her shoulder. "Wait... Wait. I'm just trying to do the right thing. I see how Mario is, he's no good for you. Actually, princess, you're too good for him. I see his addiction, always has to have those mushrooms. Sneaking out with the the goombas at night, going down into the pipes. And his anger issues! Oh, such anger! One little flaw and he punches right through bricks! Well, rather the bricks than you. Nonetheless, Princess, you need protection. Stay with me in my castle. I can save you from him! Please let me help."



DANIEL QUILLEN: Death Sentence

Death comes creeping slowly, quietly, closer and closer. My Priest says not to worry about it, that the pain will only be momentary. But what does he know? He’ll still be alive. Ever closer the fatal date creeps, until at last it is here. Time to take my math final. Daniel Quillen is a retired … Continue reading DANIEL QUILLEN: Death Sentence →

ERIN GILMORE: 1983

“Grandy, will you tell me about Hawaii?” A pause, and then he brushes his bottom lip thoughtfully with the edge of a thumb, the blue anchor on his forearm gone soft and blurry with time. In his eyes, I catch a glimpse of metal and fire. “Not much to say.” Erin Gilmore is a writer … Continue reading ERIN GILMORE: 1983 →

AUTUMN BOLTE: Young Adult

Turn on lo-fi music. Drive my car so I can nap. Wake me up anyways to kiss. Roll down the windows, wind tangling my hair. Take me later for a bike ride; take me anywhere. Let me pick scabs off my knees without judgement. Let me be a kid again. Autumn Bolte is an undergraduate … Continue reading AUTUMN BOLTE: Young Adult →

LAURA BESLEY: Her Glorious Face

Every morning, on the 8:04, I look for her face. Sometimes I see individual stars, but never the entire constellation. This is her train. The train that took her face and scattered her stars into the darkness around it. All I want is to see her face one more time. Laura Besley writes short fiction … Continue reading LAURA BESLEY: Her Glorious Face →

MAURA YZMORE: Lupus in Fabula

A girl in a red hood skips along the forest path. A wolf beholds, entranced. His mouth waters. He never hears two little pigs sneak up. The pigs drag the unconscious wolf away, discuss rebuilding their flattened homes. They can afford brick now; the girl’s grandma has paid them well. Maura Yzmore is a Midwest-based … Continue reading MAURA YZMORE: Lupus in Fabula →