“It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.” - Yann Martel, Life of Pi “Hey,” I say with a sly, stupid smirk...

Missiles fall long before they are heard. In Gaza, the sky opens with light. Brief, brutal flashes that turn night into a flickering, nightmarish imitation of day. An abandoned building sheltering families...

I hate saying goodbye. As a little girl, my mom would take my brother and I to San Antonio to spend time with my cousins. Those one week vacations every winter and summer break was something I looked...

Love and loss are two sides of the same coin, keeping grief one of humanity’s most constant companions. It is always difficult, but without even a fully functioning cerebral cortex? Grief...

I feel the scrape of the paint as I hit the car turning into the parking space. It’s minor damage, but I can’t stop replaying it. I immediately reverse, gripping the wheel, hyperventilating. Over...

It began with a click. In sixth grade during the COVID-19 lockdown in 2021, I searched up my first name for some unexplainable reason and found myself staring at a response that read “Shrika Vurimi...

Sometimes when I daydream, I am on the edge of an overpass I’ve crossed hundreds of times, watching the flow of Interstate 635 below.  Keeping with the realism of good ol’ Texas, it isn’t rainy,...

“Jack of all trades, master of none.” Since I was a kid I’ve had a bad habit of taking on more hobbies than I could handle. The ironic thing about my overachieving tendencies was the second that...

The margins of my math worksheets were my canvas as I drew 50 differently sized cubes with my mechanical pencil.  A younger version of myself would have lit up with joy upon the prospect of spending...

The Kneeslapper is a satirical series taking a humorous view of issues affecting our community. This story, along with any names or quotes from sources, are fake! No matter how believable we like to think...

Countless Coppell High School alumni walk through the building's doors each year, set with nostalgia and a plan to hug their favorite teachers again, stroll through the halls of the school they once attended...

Every morning for 14 years, I have stared at Spider-Man swinging his way past Doc Ock.  I cannot give you a good reason why. It’s more by chance than something I sought out. As one of the oldest...