I wanted to create a poem that can be interpreted in different ways based on the audiences experience.

Although this work is classified as non-fiction, the elements of the writing are personal to me and reflect moments during the span of this year where I felt my sadness had transformed into anger.

Within the Music is a historical fiction piece set in World War 2, portraying the significance of music and the arts, and their profound preasense in difficult moments.

I wrote this to illustrate how fundamentally flawed people were.

I wrote these two poems, as the title goes, late after midnight.

I wrote these three poems at different points. I wrote ”KEEP DREAMING” when I was thinking about immigrant families and the American Dream, and how dreams are passed on from parents to children.

This piece of writing was inspired by a beautiful photo that I saw once, with a young woman putting a blue shell to her ear.

I enjoy writing but I always tend to write about romance, so I thought I’d give horror a try.

Mr. & Mrs. is a tribute to narcissistic love that gets misconstrued as honest due to being young.

It gives me the ability to express my feelings when it feels as though speaking them out loud comes whort of how I actually feel.

This piece is about a mysterious smell in a person’s room.

While writing my project I decided to write about my story growing up and the love I have for my family and the love they’ve shown me no matter what.

I wrote this piece after my brother had just left for college.

Shadow Cliffs is a beach in Pleasanton CA.

One thing I find most beautiful about poetry is its ability to communicate profound and meaningful ideas in a short space—an idea that was initially unfamiliar with when I primarily wrote fiction.

This short story is a piece of a larger story about the Devil who adopts two children from Earth.

People my age are at a stage in their lives where there they have to make decisions about their futures, before knowing who they truly are yet.

Not long after the Apalachee High School Shooting in September, I was sitting in my calculus class at school, daydreaming about everything but calculus, when I began to think about what I might do if an active shooter appeared on our own campus.

I wrote this in September in honor of Suicide Awareness Month as my perspective on what I would observe and how I would feel if I ended my own life and was still able to see my loved ones.

In our project class we have been learning about addiction and how drugs affect the brain.