The Birchwood Files

Lilly Busatti | she/her/hers I graduated at the top of my class from a police academy down in Alabama. My family was from down there, and we moved up to the Appalachian Mountains when I was around thirteen years old. My father was a police detective, and he had been called to investigate the death... Continue Reading →

Receiving Bad News

The shock rippling through my body The anger that’s bubbling up inside at the unfairness of it all Watching as people go about their day as if mine didn’t just stop I want to hit something or someone so that something else can feel what I feel I want to throw everything to the ground,... Continue Reading →

Dancing in a Crowded Room

Lilly Busatti | she/her/hers DANCING IN A CROWDED ROOM | SHORT PLAY A SCENE OF DIALOGUE FROM THE ORIGINAL YA NOVEL CHARACTERS William Greenwood      6’2. Blonde hair, striking green eyes that shine at least three different colors when the light hits them just right. A basic black turtleneck that hugs his waist, jeans, Doc... Continue Reading →

Freedom

Written by Alaina Madden/ Inspired by the art of Rachel Masterson She set off on her daily walk to school. The neighborhood was quiet as usual. The walk was only a few blocks away, but she hated those few short minutes her mom made her walk to school. The other high schoolers in the neighborhood... Continue Reading →

Magnavox

Choose Your Own Adventure Game Please use the hyperlink to enter into the choose your own adventure game written by Alaina Madden, Grahm Edmisten, Logan Earnst, and Kristen Cordero in The Mews class Spring 2023.

Tragic Fairytale

Written by Logan Earnst There she smiled with tears of joy Laid down by her prince of love Water trailed in the brook nearby A secret hidden place and cove And thereupon the rock she sat The sweet princess in silent pain The heavy tears in her eyes They drop and then swell again The... Continue Reading →

This is My Moment

Written by Alaina Madden I took the keys and ran. The hounds barked and chased behind me. This is my moment. The rough door was locked. I have the key. Stale wind whistled. His musk surround us. There seemed to be something in the air. His lips sweet. This is my moment. Maybe this would... Continue Reading →

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