by Richard


Fall is approaching us, I calmly imagine myself in a forest of many vivid colors, some bright and some dull. Shades of all types of colors, red, green, yellow, orange, all have a interconnection to them that makes all these colors come into harmony. At first glance, without ever experiencing fall, one might describe the colors in fall as chaotic, with no possible way of fitting together nicely. However, I don’t see fall as something disordered, in fact, quite the contrary. I can envision fall as a time of peacefulness, a time of serene environments, and, most importantly, a time of astounding scenery.

Massive trees would stand above us; each one giving off a divine feel of grandeur. They stand like the legs of giants. The leaves would fall like angels gliding down from heaven. Their colors would be the brightest colors you can imagine. Suddenly, my eyes open, bringing me back into the completely different world of summer. Instead, the royal green dominates, and somehow, I’m surrounded by the kingdom of the green. And soon, it seems that every single plant is infected with the vast body of this color. The color itself represents life, as explained from the lush plants and greenery that circles me. The trees burst with existence, from the tree and its healthy bark, to the chipmunks scavenging around near the leaves.

forestEven as I admire nature so immensely, it would be a shame not to mention the beautiful sun, blistering with blinding rays of pure radiance, bouncing off the green kingdom itself. The plants seem to living on their own, living their lives peacefully as nature and its wildlife nurture it. Even with humanity’s worst disasters and destructive power, plants still manage to thrive. When we humans did the first nuclear bomb test, we passed the threshold. Thus, resulting in even more dangerous tests, leading to even more destructive bombs that could take peaceful and bustling cities of beautifully done pieces of architecture to unrecognizable ashes. Afterward, after all of our thirst for complete annihilation, nature doesn’t care. It does not hold grudges for wiping out all its kin and making peaceful rolling hills into barren wastelands of radiation.

Nature doesn’t try to interfere in any sort of way with people, it simply tries to thrive, no matter the circumstances. Even in harsh fallout, nature will somehow, in some way, get back on its feet. On the contrary, some plants may have physical


 attributes that make them so unpleasant, such as self-defense thorns, poison, and overall deadliness; but ifsomeone were to be careful enough, they can be mostly avoided. Except, this is a very minor reason. Plants have always helped humanity by providing materials for us; wood, sticks, stems, but yet we take these materials for granted. Destroying habitats and entire environments for urban and rural construction, cutting down wood for excessive use, and other activities show that we think of plants as a necessity that is always accessible. Their beauty, their usage, everything, these earliest forms of life need to be appreciated, so that way, we can let our future generations see trees.

Short Story: Oblivion – Jay

Oblivion is a collection of stories co-written and edited by the Literature Team

Part 3: JAY

By Faith W. & Eric Z.


“Phyllis? Are you there?” Jay Rodriguez called out into the house. The shuffling of footsteps from the kitchen grew louder and louder, and the door opened to reveal a woman with a beaming smile enveloping her face, wearing an apron over a traditional Mexican dress.

“Hijo! How was school?” The woman said as she dusted her hands on her apron.

“Ah, the usual, nothing interesting.” Jay responded as he dropped his heavy backpack on the ground with a resounding clunk.

Phyllis had known the Rodriguez household ever since they moved into the neighborhood a couple years ago. Before Jay could care for himself alone, Phyllis had offered to care for him when his parents weren’t home. Over time, mother-son love developed between the two, and Jay had grown fond of her like you would a relative.

“I got some fresh mushrooms–They’re pesticide free, non-GMO, additive free, low fat, USDA approved, and grown by local farmers! They were a gift from a local farmer whom I buy from often. They were at my door this morning when I went for a walk, which was strange since they never deliver, even when I call them and ask for a special delivery… Anyway, how was your day Jay?”

Jay was used to Phyllis’s spontaneous rambling and let her go on. “It was fine,” he replied.

“Really? Well that’s great! Do you know what’s not great? Your hair—It’s overgrown and looks like my mushrooms. I can fix that for you easily, I learned this trick from a friend. Do you want me to try it on you? I haven’t exactly honed my hairdressing skills, but it’ll look great on you–you are so handsome no matter what!”

As Phyllis rambled off, Jay’s attention slowly shifted from Phyllis’s chatter to his plans for the rest of the day.

Short Story: Oblivion – Vivianne

Oblivion is a collection of stories co-written and edited by the Literature Team



By Clare H.

“Why is it that when I need to get home, it’s always pitch black and I can’t see any more than ten feet in front of me?”

I heard Em laugh over the phone. “How unlucky you can get is the real question here, Vivianne.”

I sighed, and held my phone out in front me, watching the bluish glow pierce the darkness. “Honestly, I have no clue. Anyway, how’s golf?”

“It’s been pretty good, I guess. I won first place in that tournament about two weeks ago, but it was a smaller competition. Are you almost home?”

I seemed to be in some sort of alley; the streets were unpaved, and there were trash bins and some haphazardly placed electrical lines. A little light filtered through the various buildings, and I could hear the sound of cars rushing on the highway.

“I think I’m really close to the highway. That means I’m sort of close to the apartment.”

Emily sighed. “About time. Are you still sure that you don’t need my parents to come pick you up? I mean, they’re pretty close…”

I smiled. Emily, considerate as always. “No, I’m fine. My apartment is only so far anyway.”

“Okay, but be careful…I guess I’ll talk to you just to make sure get there.”

“Aw, I love you too!”
Emily groaned at my comment.


Short Story: Oblivion – Simon

Oblivion is a collection of stories co-written and edited by the Literature Team


Part 1: SIMON

By Varsha V.


The echo of his footsteps rang through the empty hallway.

He sighed as he steadily walked up the stairs, two at a time. The school was mostly deserted in the morning, but Simon enjoyed that. He wasn’t one to be a crowd lover.

The double doors creaked as he pushed them open, revealing the school’s library and the elderly woman sitting at the back desk.

“Good morning, Mrs. Merriwether, I’m back.”

“Oh, hello, Simon. Back already? Did you finish that book you picked up?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t put it down. Got anything else for me?”

“Why don’t you check this one out?” She said, holding out a book, which could be no less than 4 inches thick with a dark, navy blue cover.

He smiled, glanced at the back and checked it out, not questioning the choice, knowing Mrs. Merriwether had great taste in books.

“Is it okay to ask what the book is about?”

“Hm….well, it’s one of those books where if I tell you what it’s about, I will most likely spoil the entire story, so why don’t you just read it and enjoy.”

Simon let out a hearty laugh. “Okay then. I better get started.”
With final goodbyes, Simon briskly walked out, almost at a jogging pace, as the morning bell rang and school began.

Poem: The Ghosts

By: Nandhini

What lingers in the dark is unknown to most

The inaudible footsteps

The swish of the curtains

As they walk amongst us like great kings of the past

The ghosts,

The ghosts

Are here to haunt


And as one comes upon

The realization

That there is a presence

A presence amongst him

That has come into existence

Without his knowledge

And without his awareness

The ghosts,

The ghosts

Are here to haunt


The sudden stopping and beating of heart

The painful chill shooting up the spine

The signs of fear are too many to count

When one becomes self-conscious and aware

Of the apparitions existing in his peaceful dwelling

To which he knows that there is no telling

When the ghost will strike

Or overwhelm his psych

He realizes that the rumors were true

He realizes that his doubts were true

The ghosts,

The ghosts

are here to haunt

They will not cease until they’ve achieved their goal

Their ultimate last attempt to be

The ghosts,

The ghosts

are here to haunt

For that is their sole and only duty

To which they will follow with no avail

Short Story: Dr. S

By: Kiera K.

I sat up groggily and looked around. I was in. . .a forest? No, that didn’t make sense. Yet. . . it was true: I was in a tiny clearing.

   “Why am I in this clearing?” I wondered.

    I tried to remember the last place I had been, but despite my struggles, I couldn’t even remember my own name. Wow. . .

    My stomach painfully ached for food, and I wondered how long I’d been passed out in a forest without food or water. My throat was dry and swallowing hurt.

    The girl next to me stirred. She had wavy, jet black hair and tan skin. She was incredibly thin, probably from spending days without food like I had.

    “Where-where are we?”She croaked in a scratchy voice. “And who are you?”

    “I can’t even remember my own name. I don’t know why we’re in this clearing,” I answered in a gravelly voice.

    Suddenly, the girl gasped and pointed. I followed her gaze, and I had an equally surprised reaction.

    An unconscious, pale, dark-haired boy lay on the opposite side of the clearing. He had four red scars and a deep, bloody gash along his arm.

    The girl stood up slowly and stared up at the sky with a smile. I looked up to see thick clouds and smiled as well. The clouds meant rain!

    The girl grabbed some blueberries off of a few nearby bushes, and we devoured them in five minutes. Then, we collected a pile for the boy.

         “Yes, rain!” She cried.

    I guess a drop had hit her.

    “Why can’t I remember anything? What is my name and where do I come from? NO, I can remember!”I thought, determined.

    The girl weakly leaned back against a tree.

    “D.. D.. Dest… Destiny?”

    “What?”She stared at me. I had simply said it out loud without thinking.

    “Destiny,”I repeated. “That’s my name. I don’t know how I remember that, but I do.”

    “Okay, then,”she nodded slowly. “Well, we’ve been here for three days at most, since most humans can only go three days without water. Wow. . . I remember that, but I can’t even remember my own name.”

    She appeared to be in deep thought. She was mumbling something, so I barely heard anything. “L. . .Lyla. . .Luise. . .”

   “Lua!” She exclaimed. “I managed to remember my name,”

    As it began to rain harder, Lua and I happily gulped down the water..

    Then, I looked down into a puddle. I saw a girl staring up at me; she looked as if she hadn’t seen food in weeks. Then, I realized that girl was me. I had ratty, mouse brown hair and a scar on my cheek.

    “There are secret tunnels that run through this forest!” Lua blurted.

    “How do you know that?” I questioned, intrigued.

    “I… I don’t know,” She admitted with a helpless shrug. “I. . . I just do.”

    “Well, hopefully we can find them because I heard a growl and I don’t wanna wait to see what made it,” I told Lua.

    Lua examined all of the trees around us. We were silent; the only sounds were the boy’s faint breathing. Even together, Lua and I were so weak that we had trouble holding the thin boy.

     “We’ve probably been in this clearing for longer than three days,” Lua broke the silence. “Someone must’ve given us water during that time, ‘cause we all look far skinnier than three days without food.”

    I nodded slowly; I could see that both Lua’s and the boy’s clothes hung off of them loosely. I found it unlikely that we’d all been this thin before now.

    Lua stumbled from the weight of the boy, but I managed to lay him down gently.

    I jumped at the sound of thunder booming. Lua pulled the boy away from the trees, and he finally woke up. He looked at both of us in surprise.

    “We’re the first people to ever escape,” He breathed. “Destiny, Lua, we have to make the world know our story.”

     Lua and I shared a confused ‘What is he talking about?’ look.

     “What did we escape from?” I wondered

     The strange boy glanced at his arm and scowled. “These stupid cuts won’t do anything. . . why doesn’t he get that?!”

     “We don’t know, but what did we escape from?” Lua said.

     The boy visibly shuddered. “You two are lucky that they erased your memory. I’m stuck with the horrors of it, haunting my dreams,”

    An arc of lightning flashed in the sky, and I gasped. I bolted towards the tree, but the boy grabbed my arm.

    “We’re in the middle of a storm, and your first idea is to run into trees?!” The boy scowled.

    “Do you have a better idea?” I glared at him before remembering that he’d been passed out when we’d discussed the tunnels.

    “How about NOT run into trees!? You know, something logical?” He suggested sarcastically.

    “I know it sounds crazy but just trust me on this one, we think one of these trees has a secret tunnel.” Lua said quickly.

    “How can I trust you? You just tried to charge into trees during a thunderstorm! Honestly, if that’s not illogical thinking, then I don’t know what is!”

    Lua drifted to the tree and pressed her hand on it. I stared at the tree while wondering how she could tell. The tree split, leaving a small opening. As thunder rumbled in the sky again, Lua climbed in. And, promptly disappeared.

    “LUA!” The boy and I shrieked in unison as we bolted to the tree.

    Lightning struck again, and I heard a tree crash to the ground, fairly close to us.

    “We’re safer if we don’t go into a tree. We should just back up and—” The boy started.

   “NO!” I screamed, somehow gaining the confidence—or stupidity—to shout and attract whatever creatures were near us. “Lua is our friend and she just fell into a tree! I don’t know about you, but I’m cold, scared, and angry! And I’m gonna do something about it!”

   The boy stared at me before nodding.

    “I’m just saying, this is a really dumb idea. If we get sent back to that place—” The boy scowled as he said ‘place’—“I’m blaming you two,” He climbed in, and I followed.

    I was immediately engulfed in darkness. The thin sliver of light let in from the opening only revealed the metal chute the boy was already sliding down.

    I heard a clang, then Lua called up to us. “Prepare for a hard landing. . . I think I sprained my ankle.”

   “Are you hurt?” The boy asked.

   “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. I sprained my ankle, but I’m not hurt at all,” She answered sarcastically

    “Hey, what’s your name?” I asked.

    “I already told you! It’s Lua!” Lua answered.

    “Not you!” I snapped.

    I hit something padded, and the chute changed direction. The dim light of wherever we were going allowed me to barely see the boy’s silhouette.

    “Mylo” the scrawny boy answered. “My name is Mylo.”

     I heard the clang of Mylo hitting the ground.

    When I landed, I  twisted my ankle.

    “Aww, my shoulder,” Mylo groaned while clutching his shoulder.

    Lua  balanced on one foot a few feet away from us and stared at a blinking light. I looked at the light, but I didn’t see what was so interesting about it. Mylo frowned at the light, then gasped.

    “It’s an S.O.S. message!” He cried.

    I glanced between the two of them, then at the  blinking light.

    “How is that light an S.O.S message. . .?” I wondered aloud.

    “Morse code,” Lua answered. “Someone needs help!”

    Mylo pushed himself up with one arm and walked to Lua. He supported her so she could walk, but they both looked back at me.

    “Aren’t you coming?” Lua said.

    “I twisted my ankle,”

    “Really?” Lua arched an eyebrow (and, no, she did not say ‘really’ in a caring way. She said it as if she really meant ‘seriously? Your excuse for not walking is that?!’). “Suck it up; you can walk.”

    As they turned their heads away from me, I glared at Mylo’s wavy, dark hair. Neither of them even helped me up. They hobbled to the flashing, red light while I pushed myself up.

    “Well, thanks anyways!” I added as I caught up with them.

    “You’re welcome!” They responded sarcastically.  

    They inspected wall around the lights. Lua tapped something on the wall in what I assumed was morse code while Mylo felt the wall for something.

    “What are you guys doing?” I asked, hoping I could help.

    “Feeling the wall for a crack or hidden switch or something else that could lead us to whoever needs help,” Mylo answered.

    Lua had stopped tapping and was feeling the wall like Mylo.

   “Maybe you have to touch the light. . .?” I suggested.

    To show them what I meant, I walked to them and stood on my toes (the majority of my balance was on the toes of the foot that hadn’t been injured). I could just barely reach the light with my fingertips. Lua showed me how to tap S.O.S. in morse code, and I tapped it on the light. To my surprise, a doorway opened up in front of us.

    All three of us glanced at each other. I was the first to enter, and Mylo and Lua followed. I heard them quietly whisper to each other and laugh. I could barely hear any of it, but I got the feeling they were talking about me.

    “. . . a wimp. . .”

   “. . . annoying. . .”

    “. . .ankle. . .acted like. . .broke her leg,”

    I grit my teeth and glared at the ground.

    “Aah!” I shouted as I tried to take a step and the ground wasn’t there.

    I felt myself start to fall, but someone grabbed the back of my shirt.

    “Don’t worry,” Mylo told me reassuringly.

    He pulled me back, and I stated,”Whoever wants help is making us go to a lot of trouble.”

    “Yeah,” Mylo muttered.

    “So. . .do we stay in here or go back?” I asked.

    Instead of an answer, I found some kind of cloth in my hands.

    “Don’t let go of this, no matter what,” Lua instructed.

    “Lua? What are you doing?” Mylo questioned.

    “Don’t worry,” She responded.

    I squinted and could just barely see Lua hobble to the edge and drop down. I felt her weight and held onto the cloth like my life depended on it. After a few seconds, I no longer felt her weight on the cloth. At the end of those seconds, I heard the clang of Lua hitting metal.

    “Guys! Drop down! There’s a metal platform!” Lua explained.

    I helped Mylo get down in a way that didn’t require the use of his injured shoulder. I dropped down and stumbled.

    I could see a faint blue light in the distance. It was flashing the S.O.S. message from before.

    Without a single word, all three of us were charging towards the light. We found that it was at the entrance to a room. We all entered the room only to be grabbed immediately. I screamed as cold hands grabbed me.

    I found myself against a wall with Mylo and Lua in the same situation on my right as blinding lights went on in the room. I heard cold laughter.

    “What does it feel like to go all this way, just to realize that you walked into a trap?” A steely voice chuckled from somewhere behind us.

    I heard Mylo mumbling. “No, not this. Anything but this. We’ll disappear, just like everyone else who tried to escape,”

    “We left you each with specific memories to lead you here.” The voice explained.

    So. . . whoever owned that heartless voice was responsible for my memory loss.

    “No! I refuse to be forced to do your evil work again!” Mylo shouted.

    The memories slowly returned. Mylo, Lua, and I used to be lonely orphans. Luckily, we’d found each other. We never really knew where we were going, but we traveled together and became inseparable. One fatefully horrible day, we met Dr. S. He’d offered us a job to get money and a home. All three of us were absolutely ecstatic.

    The home? It was a large cell. The job? It forced us to steal from people. We unwillingly took almost everything from people. Except for their lives.

    After years of horribly harsh treatment, the three of us had to escape. We ran away about 4 months ago. We attempted to make our horrible past known, but no one believed us because Dr. S is supposedly the head of a largely popular technology company. And Dr. S.—the hateful, heartless man I knew was somewhere in the room—was nothing but an evil, lying creep who probably had someone else running “his” company.

    “That project is done,” Dr. S. told Mylo. “For running away, and telling people about this place, you three will be punished. You didn’t really think we didn’t know about your escape, did you? We caught you, erased some of your memories, and put you in the forest. We fed you three so you would live and suffer in our little maze, but your deaths awaited you.”Dr. S. nodded to the men holding the three of us against the wall. “Take them to the execution room. They have no use to us.”