Author: Arya

Arya Dole (9) | STAFF REPORTER

She saw a bright light first, then everything went dark. 

The light came first, and after came rushing along all the other senses. A taste of metal and the smell of burning flesh entered her world. It lingered, refusing to leave. There was the shockwave – a thunderous boom, an earthquake rattling the earth, sweeping her off her feet. She always felt like she was flying when the bombs went off. Always wished she was a fairy, flying through the air because of magic, not because of a bomb.  Then, always, coming crashing down on rubble, crushing her daydream as she landed. read more

Arya Dole (9) | STAFF REPORTER

I visited a city once when I was younger. The image of its streets still burdens me, and often I wonder what it is like now. Others older than me warned me not to go and told me that what I would see would weigh on my mind for my entire life. But I was still a kid, 20-something years old, seeking out the adventures in life. I didn’t know any better. It was supposedly a city transformed beyond recognition, shaped over time until it gave into darkness. The spectre of its past problems still haunted this metropolis. The drugs, homelessness, violence – all still there, but worse, as I later learned. When I recall the city now, I wonder how beautiful it used to be when it had a different face, with a different heartbeat. To think about the past seems ironically dystopian.  read more