Author: Rachel Yan

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The lever slid back with a soft click. Travis pulled on the handle, guiding the train while it swung to the left. He settled back in his driver’s seat, listening to the bustle of activity in the train cars behind him.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Darkness and brief flashes of light swirl in my vision. With a gasp, I open my eyes. I am leaning against a wall, cold linoleum tile beneath me. I see shadow cloaked walls leading to a door on the left.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

“When will mom be back?” Joyce asked, walking into the kitchen. She held out her phone. “She only told me she’s left for the meeting. It’s getting dark out.” read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Today was his eightieth try to board the plane. 

Jeff had been trying to catch a very specific flight for the past half a year. It happened every 48 hours; the location and departure time always changed, and he had to find the plane anew each time. Sometimes it was in the morning and sometimes it was at night. After every failure, Jeff went back to his motel – he checked in to a new one each week – to plan for the next attempt.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The plants rustled restlessly as the door swung open. A pair of feet came into view, descending the stairs. They belonged to a young girl of seven or eight, followed by a boy of the same age.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Meghan was roused from her sleep by a series of sharp pinging noises. She opened her eyes to see another pebble hit her bedroom window. read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

The end of the pickaxe struck something heavy and metallic with a loud clang. William bent to rummage through the layer of dirt. His hand closed around a lumpy piece of sediment, and he drew it out of the dust.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Every few years in Elias’s village, a young adult between the ages of 20 and 25 would disappear in the middle of the night. The disappearances were normal, and no one was surprised.  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

Document 1

I once had a friend named Arianna.

Is that the right way to start a confession?  read more

Rachel Yan (11) | STAFF REPORTER

I close my textbook and stand up. Discreetly grab the edge of the desk as I nearly lose my balance. read more