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“Forty-Five: Fifteen”

“Forty-Five: Fifteen”

Natalie Wilson, Co-Editor
December 19, 2016 • 257 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

The generators above whirred into silence. Dark settled around the city, enveloping every life in a shivering cold. Rain slit through the air. It stole the breath from the children, and wood burned to fight its wicked sting. Clatters of windows being pulled shut filled the street, and the street after...

As Seniors In High School

As Seniors In High School

Diana Rodgers, Web Editor
December 19, 2016 • 187 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

Life gets bolder. The weather gets colder. We grow older. As seniors in high school, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders.   Words grow sharper. Nights get darker. The world becomes starker. As seniors in high school, our worldviews become clearer.   The...

An Attitude of Gratitude

An Attitude of Gratitude

Lauryn Almand, Staff Writer
December 19, 2016 • 149 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

The sound of leaves crunching, wind blowing The taste of freshly made pumpkin pie, and perfectly baked turkey - We all have something that excites us or makes our mouth water in anticipation During the season.   Greetings and thank you’s echo through each family room Excitement,...

How to Find Literature the Speaks to You

How to Find Literature the Speaks to You

Morgan Champion, Poetry Editor
December 13, 2016 • 214 views
Filed under Columns, Literature

One of the most beautiful and underrated forms of entertainment in the world today is literature. Perhaps its lack of unpopularity is because our population is far too busy to pick up a good book in the hustle of their daily lives. Perhaps schools are not encouraging students to read for pleasure as...

A Collection of Poetry

A Collection of Poetry

Noah Smith, Opinion Editor
December 7, 2016 • 196 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

The following are three poems that I have written. They all follow a central theme of love; however, I always try to keep my creative writing ambiguous in order to allow more people to relate to it. My personal favorite of these three is definitely Sunday Morning, but I hope you enjoy all of them!     The Road I Ta...

Map

Map

Marissa Dintino, Staff Writer
December 7, 2016 • 135 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

It is common knowledge to use a map when one is lost, but our map is lost itself.   Scribbles on several pages, and the pages spread across the floor, old paper torn at the edges.   Some say the map is unorganized, for who would have any desire to place it back...

Emily’s Editorial: On Writing Well

Emily’s Editorial:  On Writing Well

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor
November 15, 2016 • 206 views
Filed under Columns, Literature

Writing can be one of the most enjoyable and therapeutic pastimes around, especially because there is such a broad spectrum of genres to choose from.  Poetry and song lyrics are enjoyable to write because of how short and meaningful they can be, but at the same time, many people struggle to write lengthier...

The Things We Were Told

The Things We Were Told

Leilani Gibbons, Features Editor
November 7, 2016 • 205 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

At 4 am, When it's too late to go back to sleep, And it's too early to start the day, Remember the things you were told   Remember that your mother Called you pumpkin and peach With a sweetness that stuck like cavities Making homes in the cracks and tight spaces   Remember...

Dear Someone Special…

Dear Someone Special…

Rachel Lee, Staff Writer
November 7, 2016 • 156 views
Filed under Literature

I tend to think that I am a pretty talented person. I have been told that I have a gift with the written word. I am not terrible when it comes to art. I am not bad at soccer. I am usually very good at communicating with people. I respect other people, I say “please” and “thank you”, “yes ma’am”,...

Breathe

Breathe

Michelle Learmouth, Staff Writer
October 25, 2016 • 140 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

Hold your breath; Let it squirm inside of you. Let is dissolve in your captivating lungs transforming into an aeration pump, Laboring for the red river within your flesh. Feel your exhausted muscles loosen Flowing with your inner current, And your withered heart wade back and forth in your wounded chest. Let your somber eyes fill with that very water, And let it glide to the bottom of your beautifully flawed mask. Notice that your plagued mind Begins to drift In and out of consciousness And your dire need for oxygen increased. Now breathe; Gulp down the air that you tried so hard to keep out. Welcome it. Guide it around your vandalized temple And point out all your bewitching flaws, As if you were someone else criticizing a beautiful piece of art. Point to your ragged lungs And explain that this was where you practiced taking small breaths In fear that if you took one just a little bit bigger you would be poisoned with the air that others spat on. Then, show it to your fatigued muscles And how you spent every waking second in the crowds flexing them In hopes that maybe just maybe If you appeared just a little bit larger The others would leave you alone. Bring it to your heart And show it what you did, Laugh at your cruelty Because in an attempt to make it better You sliced it apart. Then, go to your eyes That had seen the worst of things That cried so many rivers, But they only seemed to get worse Because crying was the only emotion That would dare show itself in front of you. Out of all the things that you And the others did to push you down: Understand that the breeze is there to help. It's not there to judge you Or hurt you even more; It's there to clean out the pipes And the drains. It freshens you And helps you get back up time and time again. It understands that sometimes your dreams That you had once loved Can turn into your nightmares, And all you can do And will do To fill the hole in your chest, Is breathe.  

Okay?

Okay?

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer
October 25, 2016 • 172 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

I’m alone when I’m back home. It’s time for a change A subtle change. I’m through with my miserable youth. ………………………………………………………… The girls are crying on the corner because the boys all left He’s convinced the blonde by the bar She...

A Misfortunate Excursion

A Misfortunate Excursion

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor
October 14, 2016 • 175 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase

Foamy green sloshed across the deck, propelled by the boat’s precarious tilting against the waves.  Rain pelted down as if eager to aid in the vessel’s destruction.  The wooden planks creaked worryingly, and even as Alonzo was darting from the hold to toss more cargo down below, he hesitated slightly,...

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