The Magic of Cigarette Smoke
STORY BY STORY BY SOPHIA RILEY
There were three things I was determined to do during my fourteen weeks abroad, only one of which I actually achieved.
The first was to journal every single day, and I did. I scribbled down every trivial memory, everything that made me mad, everything I ate, and then I taped down every ticket, leaf, and pamphlet to boot. Goal achieved.
Where the Ukrainian Family Stays
WORDS AND PHOTOGRAPHY BY JC JOHNSON
I’m a city person. I love the pace, the noise, the endless barrage of things to look at. I love to study the skyline, the museums, the lights at night, the people. Typically, I’m not too fond of the countryside. But there’s something about Scotland, especially the Scottish Highlands..
Rosemary
FICTION BY KAITLYN MCCRACKEN
Looking at the wren hopping surprisingly close to her shoe, the girl had the same thought she often had when thinking about birds:
My goal in life is to have the confidence of a Manhattan pigeon.
Except that this was not Manhattan, and this was not a pigeon. Alex (that was the girl’s name) remembered reading London travel articles the week before and finding an article about above-ground train stations using trained hawks to ward off pigeons.