“The Glitch” Creative Writing Contest Winning Piece

Isabella Belfiore '26

A vibrant streak covered the sky, only leaving electrifying darkness and a blackout.

When the power returned, I arose from my bed and a figure appeared in front of me. The voice cried out, “Don’t be afraid, Nina.” I screamed at my dead grandfather’s words beckoning me. My mother entered the room and did not acknowledge me nor grandfather. I was baffled, but grandfather took my hand and said, “Child, do not worry, her time will come, but you will be joining me for a while.”