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A Boy and His Bird

“The two were dark and light. Black and white. Yin and Yang.”

Grace Wood, Staff Writer

December 20, 2017

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...


The shattered area around the heart resembles the damage that has already occurred, and can no longer be repaired. The heart is unscathed because through the hardships, there is still hope that everything will be alright.

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer

May 15, 2017

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...

A Misfortunate Excursion

The atmosphere had shifted so quickly that it nearly knocked the wind from Alonzo’s lungs.  He was vividly aware of each breath he took, and the sounds around him suddenly seemed amplified immensely.  The waves and the cries of the gulls crashed through his mind with rugged insistence.

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

October 14, 2016

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,...

The Choice

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer

May 10, 2016

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 weep with perspiration, invisible silhouettes crawling along the edges of your periphery like silent...

Other Side of the Mirror

Perhaps it was only a flash, a trick of weary eyes, but he was almost certain that he had seen something...wrong.

Emily Stocksdale, Staff Writer

March 28, 2016

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 not noticed until then how cold the night was, how unwelcoming.  Even the silence, usually so peaceful...

In Oblivion

The road ahead of you may be seemingly empty and alone, but never lose hope. Stand up when you fall and keep moving when you cannot keep going.

Rachel (Rae) Lee, Staff Writer

January 27, 2016

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 alone In an oblivion of darkness, Coldness, and fear May be oblivion is the cure May be...

Lower Ninth Ward

People roam the streets of Downtown New Orleans, Louisiana enjoying the day before the afternoon storm.

Erin Dickman, Social Media Manager

February 10, 2015

Everything was calm in the outskirts of New Orleans. The weeds in between the cracked pavement were enjoying their day, standing tall, and the clouds lethargically lay out in front of the sun. Tiana enjoyed August due to the unpredictable weather- it was the only aspect of New Orleans that she ever enjoyed....



Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer

November 13, 2014

Lips stitched together by invisible thread, (his) words secluded, His (mind) is abysmal, dark and dank. His sanity (is) warped, twisted like the mangled arms of dead trees, Filled with the recesses of (broken) thoughts of crushed bones. Brain clawing for judgment, (he’s) treading on glas...

“Death’s Individuality”

Everyone’s death will be decided individually. One cannot choose the death they get, but they can choose the one they deserve.

Tiffany Lovell, Staff Writer

October 31, 2014

Obscurity Surrounded by death He lay soundly In living Hell Scorching flames Illuminating He will not forget Screams Surrounded by agony She lay soundly Passionate flames Frightening She will not forget Lies Surrounded by sin Bloodthirsty flames Infamous They...

Edgar Allan Poe

Senior Cristian Guzman loves to read Poe’s collection of writings in a dark setting. It adds to the gothic features of the stories. “My favorite Poe piece has to be The Tell-Tale Heart. It shows how guilt can drive you insane,” he said.

Tiffany Lovell, Staff Writer

October 23, 2014

Edgar Allan Poe is literary legend whose work is known for its dark nature. Poe’s literature which includes mysterious and gothic features are perfect for this time of year. Although, Poe’s work was not always appreciated for its surreal beauty, as he tried to publish many of his ideas at age 23...


Simmering, waiting, watching for its next victim.

Bim Peacock, Staff writer

February 7, 2014

“Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning…” The sky rose with bloody light as the flames of the future ignited the land.  The trees shook and creaked, shuddering as they foresaw death on the horizon.  Yet humanity did as humanity does, and began the new day. They came, whatever they w...

Alternative Underground Sound

Live at Dragon Con this past September, the Cruxshadows packed the house.

Raicheal Havins, Staff Writer

December 12, 2013

The Cruxshadows are an underground goth rock band with a new and dark wave undertone. Sounds like a turnoff to many, but there are more aspects to them than just appearances. The lead singer and songwriter is Virgil Roger du Pont III, more commonly known by his alias Rogue. The Cruxshadows have a many...

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