Jacie Pridgeon

The ice shattered in splinters, the darkness beneath lining each edge. The boy lifted his hatchet to break more of the iced-over layer, squeezing his eyes shut before landing the blow. For this

Elluin swished her great tail, and the snow behind her scattered in obedience. The tail came down in rhythm with the steps of the human beside Elluin. The girl’s steps rang strong

Runner up in the English Language and Literature Division Creative Writing Competition - Creative Nonfiction “But I’ll make it out.” That’s what Blaire told me, her fine cheek bones alight in

There’s nothing like turning to find only ocean. Everywhere. To know that it would take a day or more just to find land. It was a darker night than I’d ever

Look at that tremble: your fingers Clutching your coffee cup like a mast, Like a slice of Still amid the Turning— The knife scratch, the child’s cackle Of those playing the “them”

There’s nothing like these fog banks—how they stop time except for the few inches in front of your face, Willow thought as she walked toward the docks.