Across the Ocean
Abby Marks, Staff Writer
March 21, 2018
Filed under Literature, Showcase
My world is so blue, Full of bright skies. My water always Running, hot when I tell it to be The sheets that hug My plush mattress Smell like a fresh breeze, Soft and full of dreams That could come to be I have never been scared, Truly scared for my...
To the Beach We Go
Leilani Gibbons, Editor- in- chief
February 28, 2018
Filed under Literature, Showcase
It has been years since the nights of lantern light and chilly sand molding under my feet. In these days, the summer nights held cooling sunsets and warm breezes that ran over your shoulders like a thin blanket, and the water rushed up to meet your toes as the colorful sky laid its head down and sank...
To My Friend
Lany Campbell, Staff Writer
December 21, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
I can see the pain written on the canvas of your heart. Believe me when I say I have tried to understand what has happened, but I won’t pretend to know what you have been through. I just wish it was me and not you. Please know I wish it was me and not you. Everyone deserves moments of peace where th...
Fatal Friday
Ramya Raja, News/Sports Editor
December 20, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
Sleep and drowsiness clouded his vision as Eli realized the time visible on the clock in front of him. He bolted upright, stumbled out of bed, and began scrambling for clothes. “I can’t be late, not again,” Eli muttered to himself as he stumbled out the door without grabbing a bite to eat. Eli...
A Boy and His Bird
Grace Wood, Staff Writer
December 20, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
There are two things to remember about for this story: it’s about an ill-fated boy and the bird. The boy had dangerous silver eyes, hair like a raven’s feathers and dark clothes which were strange, foreign. The bird, however, radiated a light atmosphere. It was white, pure, and I wanted to draw closer...
I Remember.
Anna Anglin, Staff Writer
November 9, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
Monday. She remembers his face so clearly Like a swift breath of air Except the air was not fresh No, it was a breath of cigarette smoke Life threatening, cloudy, yet she kept coming back for more Tuesday. She remembers when they spoke The words flowed out of his mouth...
Trivial
Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor
May 19, 2017
Filed under Literature
Jerry was a fidgety man with a face that made people nervous to look at--not because it was intimidating by any means, but because of a characteristic twitching of the corner of his mouth at odd intervals. He was short and balding, although with the amount of time he spent fixing his hair each morn...
Anywhere North
Holley Murray, Staff Writer
May 19, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
Your veins have begged you to run since the first beat of your heart. It’s a call you can’t ignore forever, but after three hours of driving toward Anywhere North Of This God-Forsaken Place, trees turn into looming soldiers lining the highways with their guns pointed at heaven, finger...
I Am a Prince
Diana Rodgers, Web Editor
May 19, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
Dress-up is so much fun; Little eyes glittering in the light. Dressing up like dolls, Zipping up our princess dresses And pulling on our fairy wings, Before finally putting on our crowns and mother’s heels. We live in a fantasy land with princes, dragons, and wicked witches galore. ...
Ode to Despondency
Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor
May 19, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
The sun’s descent beneath the clustered buildings of Paris gave confidence to all night’s shadows, even the most fickle in spirit, and they drew to huddle amongst the tattered scraps of paper and piled dust on the streets. Huddled, too, against the back of a young man, barely upon the age of eight-and-ten,...
Stiff as Granite
Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor
May 19, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
She had fallen in love with him slowly, over the course of four squandered years. He had loved her from the minute he saw her, and had vowed never to leave her, regardless of the reason. He had repeated that vow so many times that she had come to take it for granted, to take him for granted. Now,...
Rot
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
May 15, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
Romanticism exists in soil. Decayed and decaying and will decay. Pieces of God are underneath dying grass with flecks of something holy and poetic in the pollen and leaves. And there’s dirt underneath my fingernails, and I taste it when I chew them. I exist at the same time with things and creatures...
Grace Wood, Staff Writer
April 18, 2018
Essential oils seem to be on the rise lately, but where did this sudden popularity come from? As Walmart and Kroger begin to stock their shelves with oils and diffusers, it...
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