1 A.M.
There was light.
Such gorgeous, brilliant light.
Then hunger. I was dying. I needed something. Anything.
Lurching forward, I stung my hand on the nightstand and clasped something...
After
4 a.m.
The blood-soaked man stumbled out of the house, dazed. Police officers rushed him, yelling and knocking him onto his stomach.
His entire world dissolved into bubbles....
I write this in a moment of my own clarity; a time that I am not consumed by the fears of what has passed. I beseech you, then, spurn my writing. Get rid of it. Do not read any of those haunting words,...
The heavy sunlight beams through
the varying blue-green waters
carrying the souls of the outcasted on their backs
Each minute rolling and rolling, more and more
Just...
Jen Vincent, Literature Editor
• December 13, 2020
Oh my love,
A shattered glass’ reflection holds such truths.
I’ve looked into the looking glass and found nothing awaits for me
I must go now, into that nothingness.
I won't...
Perception of Rain
The Sky remains an interesting thing
One day it is blue
The next it’s grey
When the sky is blue
Everyone stays out to play
The sky remains quiet
Listening...
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,...
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...
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,...
You are all alone in a tunnel, and all you remember, or know, is you must keep walking. The cave you reside in appears to be as black as night, with shadows an emptiness resembling a ghost town. The walls...
The moon hung lazily in the sky, barely illuminating the sheer cliffside and dark pines far below. Shadows posed in eerie battle stances, their forms grotesque as they shifted with the wind. He had...
There is so much soul
And so much passion
In so many beautiful things.
Beautiful and dark.
Trying to draw my feelings,
They always end up dark
And empty:
One singular thing
All...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...