To Serve and Obey

By Chamidae Ford It was Tuesday. It was raining, it was always raining. The damp air clung to the walls, dripping, warping the Robins egg blue. A man who had jowls and sticky white hair matted on his scalp was yelling at me.  “Well you know I come every day, why couldn’t you save me … Read More

Seat Belt

By Nicole Pasia I opened my eyes and saw blood. Bright, crimson ribbons, so fresh it made the skin underneath seem translucent. It wasn’t my blood. No, my blood was rushing through my veins, spurred on by adrenaline as my body fought for homeostasis. I tried to look around me, but the hard, unforgiving walls … Read More

Eighty Degrees

By Natalie Robinson It’s eighty degrees. I’m sweaty, holding a frosty margarita to my forehead, perched on the back  of a golf cart that has Phil Mickelson’s name engraved on the back.   “Nick, you didn’t tell me your friend was such a good-looking blonde.”   Good looking blonde. What a notion. As a five year old, … Read More

Don’t touch my hair

By Tiana Cole Stark my reflection stood, gazing back at me boldly. My hair did not look like the other little girls. Fragile to the touch, too much handling could harm it, sucking the moisture right out. I tried to contain this puff that poked out of my head in all directions. It was as … Read More

Of Sunflowers and Delusions of Grandeur

By Kseniya Sovenko Fall 2015 Kaplan Award Winner I never pick up the phone on the first ring. Or the second. Or the third. My mom can spend hours romancing the phone, but I hate phone calls. The idea of allowing a device to carry my voice into the crevices of far-away ears inspires nothing … Read More

Back to Church

By Jacky Graham Winter 2015 Kaplan Award Winner Green, tan, and white, everything that’s supposed to be right. Tacoma Presbyterian Church is a place located in Tacoma, Washington that congregates souls that want to know God. This church is special. It’s a bilingual Korean-English speaking church that involves services in both languages. If you’ve seen … Read More

Unraveling the Mysterious Mind of Richard Ruston

By Karina Mazhukhina Winter 2015 Kaplan Award Winner A man wearing a baseball cap and a red coat with tan slacks stands at the Santa Monica Pier with his daughter and grandson. He looks off into the distance and begins reciting an old poem he wrote: “The sea is calm tonight, the sun is going … Read More

Sunflowers in January

By Holly Thorpe Winter 2015 Kaplan Award Winner January is usually an unapologetic time in Seattle. The soft grey of the skyline turns into the hard steel of cold — actual scarf-and-coat-and-gloves cold. And, like the sun-fueled creatures we are, we retreat into coffee shops and thick-yet-fashionable coats and wait for the deliverance of spring. … Read More

History

By Aga Afeworki Winter 2015 Kaplan Award Winner I watched the clock intensely. I was waiting, so I had nothing but time. It was 2 o’clock and the little hand was taunting me like the low muttering chatter from a group of people you don’t like in the cafeteria. I had nothing other than the … Read More