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Emily’s Editorial: On Writing Well

Emily’s Editorial:  On Writing Well

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

November 15, 2016


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


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


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


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


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


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,...

Emily’s Editorial: An Intro

Emily’s Editorial: An Intro

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

October 5, 2016


Filed under Columns, Literature

Hi, my name is Emily Stocksdale, and I am the literature editor for short stories this year.  In addition to writing essays and journalism articles, I also enjoy writing many different types of fiction, including poetry, song lyrics, and a novel I have been penning called A Point Past Reality.  My ...

Us

Us

Jack Kern, Staff Writer

May 26, 2016


Filed under Literature, Showcase

Time goes by, bringing some, and leaving far too many. Life creates to watch its creation flourish. Life is the novelist, and Time is the passionless publishing company, telling Life that what it has made is not enough and denying its work, a piece entitled, “Humanity.”  Life nurtures and cares...

Of a Dead Man and his Sea

Of a Dead Man and his Sea

Bim Peacock, Literature Editor

May 23, 2016


Filed under Literature, Showcase

Let it be known I was there from the beginning of that fool’s dash to the end.  Quite literally I was, for I stood as the first to meet him after thirty years of his imprisonment.  A nation had risen and fallen in that span, his time being of the former, yet when the new era began and those convicted...

Fragile

Fragile

Danielle Stone, Staff Writer

May 23, 2016


Filed under Literature, Showcase

Everything was perfect, But only for a moment. It couldn’t last Because no beautiful thing can.   It was a delicate thing, Fragile, as if made of glass, And it cracked Right under his fingertips.   All at once, Everything shattered. In the glass cascading...

Selfish God

Selfish God

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer

May 23, 2016


Filed under Literature, Showcase

One of the differences between me and the person I love is that she has conversations with the sun and I have conversations with the graveyard outside my neighborhood. It makes for interesting chitchat. I’m sitting beside her having a picnic on the tombstones, and she talks to the sun and God and I...

To the Depths of the Sea

To the Depths of the Sea

Emily Stocksdale, Staff Writer

May 23, 2016


Filed under Literature, Showcase

Waves came rolling in to break against the craggy shore.  He watched as they scurried back, only to gather themselves back up and ram against the rocks once more.  Straining his eyes, he looked as far as he could into the distance, but it was futile.  The sun was setting, and with it went any hope...

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