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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...

Being a Bird

A bird lives life in a witty excitement. It never has worried about the hectic ways of life that we humans live.  
Picture used with permission by Austin Gray

Kristin Iler, Staff Writer

March 12, 2015

I observe dawn break into a vivid sky of the deepest watercolor blues you can imagine, To think that I am gazing at wonders of Earth, And asking how it happened. I admire the perching birds singing their glorious melodies, They seem to carry the songs within their wings. Without a doubt,...

The Subway

The Subway

Noelle Walker, Facebook Admin

October 21, 2014

When I was 7 years old, I dreamed that my sister would die from cancer. Three months later, she did. Four years after that I had a dream that I would be in a car accident. That morning, I refused to get in the car. My panic was so real, that my dad went and checked it. He found nothing wrong,...

Jodi Picoult Has the Answers to Your Publishing Questions

“Writing can be healing, as you must 
know by now, and perhaps you can inspire 
another kid who was just like you.

Sydney Gage, Staff Writer

November 22, 2013

Ask any teenager what their dreams consist of, and most will either answer with uncertainty or with irrational haste.  Some will say they desire to travel to faraway countries, to become famous actors, or to simply survive high school.  Others may not know what they want to do with their futures yet—a...

Dear Diary: The Perfect Guy

Why is it so difficult to find a hot surfer who is both chivalrous and intelligent? If necessary, I will spend day in and day out searching for my Prince Charming.

Beattie Hoyle, Staff Writer

September 13, 2013

I’ve kissed a lot of frogs, well not actual frogs, but boys who are on the same emotional and mental level as frogs. I’ve attempted to give these poor boys the benefit of the doubt, but not a single one transformed into the dashing, flawless man I expected them to be.  I may not be a Disney princess,...

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