“Welcome to the Academy,” the Chancellor announced. His voice was echoed by the crowd’s applause, whose eclipsing thunder reduced his volume to that of a whisper. I was in that crowd, but clapping softly. When asked by the admissions officer… Continue Reading
When the bus dropped me off, I checked the mail for my grandma as I always did. In the stack, there was a letter for me, which felt odd and exciting. Letters don’t come often for most sixteen-year-olds. It was… Continue Reading
Dr. Qwig’s School of Dark Science can only be accessed through an alleyway entrance along Watterson Street, halfway between 47th and 48th Avenues. During school hours, Maryanne Bleach sits on a wooden stool just behind the steel door and listens… Continue Reading