The Salon at ASU and Barrett

Quality over Quantity

Picture this: A friend of yours is having a birthday party and is inviting their friends. Through planning, they realize how many friends are actually being invited. The said friend says, “I only have twelve people coming, and two are my siblings. Oh my gosh I’m such a loser”, leaving you…

Dandelion

Living around five or so years, Dandelion has seen the fruition of the neighborhood. Warmth and life spread over the street.

“First on the block and last to leave,” is what Dandelion was known for.

Moon Rabbit — A short story

“Hello, my name is Yuki Sachiko, and I am dying.”

I have repeated those words a thousand times. And a thousand times I have heard,

“Apologizes, Mr. Sachiko, we cannot help you.”

Beauty Hurts

A nurse led my mom and me through the cool corridor of the doctor’s office, carrying her clipboard like a torch. She led us into a small chamber, nodded, and left us there to wait. And so we waited, twiddling our thumbs and tapping our legs, waiting to figure out what was wrong with me.

The Writing (or drawing) on the Wall-paper

My first thoughts after reading Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman surrounded the joining of two major themes in early 20th-century works: gender and real vs. ideal. Experiencing the narrator’s mental decline whilst confined to the room with the…

A Past Reflection That Still Rings True Today

The following is a short piece I penned for the incoming seniors at my high school back when I graduated. Although it was intended to be a reflection on the college admissions process, I look back at these words as an undergrad and realize they still…

What Do We Replace God With?

Modern society has embraced secularism, irony, and existentialism. What…

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I am a broken clock

the opposite of a well-oiled machine; always clinking, grinding, faulty.