wintertime

Sonam Kaloti
Arts Editor

  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

I dare you to be my girlfriend...genderfluid friend
yeah okay

then we'll date

and the stars will align

for two months

. you'll fall in love blah blah blah a great time

to be had

as the rose bushes get covered with snow

and we cuddle up by the

heater of your car

+ cause lord knows our parents would kill us

if we were caught

with hot chocolate in our hands by the fireplace

 

 

 

 

 

 

Space Geographer

Morgan Hannah
Life & Style Editor

  
 
    
   

 

’m okay. My hands shakily survey each part of me. Nothing is broken. Not even my spacesuit. But I can’t say the same for my ship. The observatory

window is smashed in, shards of glass like teeth haphazardly sitting in rotting gums are what's left in place. Outside, the atmosphere is a deep shade
of vermillion, it looks like light orange clouds are floating in the sky. With a grunt, I sit up and take in my immediate surroundings, I’ve got to assess
the damage. Cabinets and compartments are opened, all sorts of instruments, knobs, and documents, as well as my rations are strewn across the ship.
Electrical tape hangs loose in sticky clumps from the ceiling, and perspiration has collected inside my helmet, dripping down like sweat. Is it hot here?
It’s really hard to tell through the suit. Then the offending thought: Where is here? I’ve crash landed, but where?

Continuation of this exciting adventure next week!

 

Illustration by Morgan Hannah |