He’d always known he’d leave this room. Noah looked over the room that encased so many memories, so many stories now turned into history. It was a quaint room with purple tinted wallpaper he’d inherited when he moved back from school; he didn’t bother to change it as he got accustomed to it over time. It was his sister’s older room before the family agreed to move her downstairs with a proper bathroom, oh how he’d wish for a place of his own. He made his bed and fixed the w

The Fox Take a look at the skills you have, either mastered or still in training, as vast as the seas of the world. Would you know what to do with them? Some people hone skills as amazing cooks; it is a common social rule that people rely on those with specific strengths. Of course, it all depends on what they do with them that matters. Photographers have a sense of archiving important moments of history with their images, and artists create marvelous canvases reflecting sta

May 5th, 2025 Hello everyone, to this rather different post. As you might have read from Entry 7, I am going over submission downloads, and I am reviewing work from my Creative Writing class I took. Anyway, most of those stories and poems are already here under CWA. Some haven't been submitted to the journal, so here you go! I hope you enjoy the next few entries!