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...
Done
Lany Campbell, Staff Writer
May 15, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
Done Clocks are ticking Time is running out A rush of blood to the head occurs as I scramble to find reason in this madness I’m lost without you But you don’t seem to care You helped me pick up my broken heart Then you leave me to the wolves to have it shattered once again Only...
Clouds
Morgan Champion, Poetry Editor
April 19, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
There will come a time When the pain gets too painful When the commotion gets too loud When you feel too drained to move on. Drained of tears Drained of happiness Drained of hope, But there will also come a time When the clouds of sadness and grief Depart. Darling, Until...
The Murder That Haunted
Kenya Espinoza, Staff Member
April 19, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
The wooden floor began to sing an alarming melody, as I silently lay on my bed. A cool breeze danced into the room and began to nibble at my skin, making it jump. Strange figures began to form in the corner of my room. They stared and smirked as they noticed the fear consuming me. Hesitantly I arose...
A Letter to a Pessimist from an Optimist Who Thinks Like a Realist
Diana Rodgers, Web Editor
April 18, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
I could tell you to smile, To let your tear stained face go dry, Because there is so much in the world to look forward too, To cheer up, Because the sun is shining high and the birds are singing out their heart song; But it’s not true. None of what I just told you is true. I could...
The World Spins Too Fast for Me to Keep Up
Holley Murray, Staff Writer
April 18, 2017
Filed under Literature, Showcase
I struggle to decide if the significance of life outweighs its brevity as I stand in a crowded subway station, shoulders hunched and surrounded by people with different lives and families and late-night insomnia prayers. I can’t help but look at each person passing by and wonder what they’ve seen:...
A Fangirl Experience
Bella Angell, Staff Writer
April 12, 2017
Filed under Literature
I feel the cold wind burn my face As I walk through the streets of Charleston. Constantly saying goodbye: To chances, To people, To unforgettable moments. Intersections are my directions, Turn left, Turn right, Cross the road and keep going straight. Signs tell me if I have...
Recent Posts
Bassett Hits the Big Time: 2017 Teacher of the Year
Holley Murray, Staff Writer
On Sept. 5, Ninth grade English teacher James Bassett was announced as 2017 North Forsyth High School teacher of the year. It is an honor that came as a surprise to none of...
September 19, 2017
- What Should You Wear for Spirit Week? September 18, 2017
- Former NFMS Teacher McCall Hoyle Releases Debut Novel September 8, 2017
- Do you Live to Give? September 8, 2017