HORIZON STAFF BLOG
Cargo for Sail
By David Guo
Published April 21st, 2024
Dusk, of a winter night. And the tall and strong sky lofts of a city of perhaps six hundred thousand. Such monuments in time may linger as mere fable.
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Up the broad street and under the incandescent light sat cross legged a boy no older than twelve. Duncan Leapt was thoroughly unattractive. He was short and stout, and his hair protruded from under a beige cap as misjudged a repertoire on he as he was upon this thoroughfare.
Cool Rocks
By Cassie Parsons
Published April 14th, 2024
The afternoon was hot and humid and horribly bright with the sun’s rays bleaching the backs of all the ant-like people crawling on the dry ground. A grassy area was sprinkled with pop-up shops anticipating a crowd before the shows began. Their tables gleamed with crystals and maps and beaded bracelets—woven tapestries and zodiac charts and paintings and photos and little wooden pan flutes. It was as though someone had left a storybook open and all the little details had come pouring out like a flood.
The Season's Embrace
By Naomi Rivera
Published April 7th, 2024
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With each coming spring,
I shake my limbs beneath
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a golden sun, fuzzy habitants
stretching their wings, foraging
reconciliation
By Maddie Zell
Published March 24th, 2024
the basement where we once
spent all of our time together
sits now in everlasting darkness,
cobwebs stretching across the tables
that hold your long-forgotten
beautiful creations.
Snowball Fight
By Ellie Maranda
Published March 24th, 2024
It’s a blistery Tuesday afternoon and I’m sitting in my freshman dorm room, curled up in a cocoon of blankets. My body feels like it’s attacking itself again; familiar constant pain that seems to never cease despite regiments of medication, sleep, and tea. The curtains are open, sunlight spilling lazily over my cluttered desk, pile of dirty laundry, overflowing trash, un-vacuumed rug.
Too Many Times
By Ariana Luna
Published March 9th, 2024
I skipped a stone into the water once.
It sank,
falling deeper
than I ever could have imagined.
Guarded Alarms
By Joey Pickel
Published March 3rd, 2024
Me and Eve’s trips to the library at first felt pretty weird. When we started dating, she would get really pissed when I couldn’t think of anything other to do when we hung out except watch movies. There was always something it seemed like she wanted to get out and do, and my not knowing that thing used to get her upset. So, when she said one day, let’s go to the library and get shit done, I wasn’t sure if it was a good sign or not.
Retirement
By Lauren Downs
Published February 25th, 2024
Her days typically consisted of lounging around outside on the veranda, listening to orchestral music and sipping wine. His days consisted of listening to her, to her incessant, whining voice, droning on and on in what he called “country club gossip”, which was anything pertaining to fancy white linens, flower arrangements, or top shelf spirits.
