A New World (Un Nuevo Mundo

next to you. If you knew, you wouldn’t have dared. Falling through the paper-thin sheet of ice— walking home in a drenched winter coat.

Remember, address, forget. People, places, things— nouns, I guess.

Breath of the Ocean

FAYE KRELIC • 11TH GRADE

WRITTEN DURING A YOUNG WRITERS PUBLISH PROJECT AT HIGH SCHOOL OF FASHION INDUSTRIES

As I lay on my bed staring out the window, I see snow sticking to the streets. I look directly into the sun and see the days when the bright hot sun seeped into my skin.

The smell and taste of salt as I walk along the beach gathering seashells, the water gently kissing my toes. The waves trying to pull me in with them. Finally, I give in and walk out until the water is just above my belly button. I gently place my hands on top of the water, feeling the breath of the ocean. There is seaweed under my toes, with tiny groups of fish swarming around, tickling my legs.

Reliving those unforgettable memories makes the coldness in my room feel warm.

Puerto Rico

AIDEN NIEVES WILBUR • 5TH GRADE

WRITTEN DURING A YOUNG WRITERS PUBLISH PROJECT AT P.S. 316

If I were to go to any place in the world, it would probably be Puerto Rico. I would go to Puerto Rico because I miss the way the wind would blow my hair back and how the trees rocked back and forth like a rocking chair.

I loved when we would go to the beach on a hot summer day, where you can dig your feet in the sand and enjoy the hot sun against your face. The waves would hit you but when they did, it felt like a nice splash of water hit your back.

The way you drove across the road and see so many different houses and restaurants with all sorts of Puerto Rican food. My entire family is either from Puerto Rico or Brooklyn. I wish that I could go back there, but because of the pandemic, I haven’t been able to go. I miss the way we would go to dinner late and enjoy the music and the food.