Weekly Blog

It started as an ordinary Tuesday. The bell rang, signaling the end of my history class, and I decided to take a shortcut through the old wing of the school to get to lunch faster. Hardly anyone ever went there anymore—the dim hallways, cracked tiles, and flickering lights made it feel abandoned. But as I walked past a row of ancient lockers, I felt something odd. A soft breeze brushed against my arm. That didn’t make sense. There were no windows nearby. Curious, I retraced my steps and noticed a thin sliver of light between two lockers. I pressed against them, and to my shock, they moved. A hidden door creaked open, revealing a dark passageway. My heart pounded. Why had no one seen this before? Had it been here all along? Out of curiosity, I stepped inside. The moment I crossed the threshold, everything changed. The dusty school walls vanished, replaced by a vibrant, bustling city made entirely of food. Towering candy skyscrapers shimmered under a caramel-colored sky, rivers o...

It started with a noise—low, humming, and strange. The kind that makes your skin prickle even though you don’t know why. I was half-asleep when I heard it, a whirring sound outside my window. Curiosity got the better of me. I slipped on my shoes and stepped outside, the cool night air wrapping around me. That’s when I saw it. The alien was nothing like I had imagined. It stood about four feet tall, its body shifting between pink, blue, and purple, like moving paint. Its round face was oddly cute, with big, shiny silver eyes that reflected everything around it. Instead of a mouth, it had tiny ridges that pulsed as it made soft clicking and whirring sounds—almost like a song. Its short arms ended in three small fingers, and its short legs wobbled as it moved. It looked scared. Lost. Alone. I wanted to run, to scream, to wake up my parents. But something in those silver eyes stopped me. It raised a thin hand, and with surprising gentleness, tapped its own chest, then pointed at me. A ...