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A cup of green tea to resemble the tea they shared during Annie’s visit
of the short story.

A Cup of Green Tea

Imogene Ragan, Staff Writer September 30, 2020

Sandie Crest examined the odd-looking rock in her hand and felt overwhelmed with a mix of negative emotions. She wondered why this particular rock looked different than the rest while pouring rain started...

To the Beach We Go

To the Beach We Go

Leilani Gibbons, Editor- in- chief February 28, 2018

It has been years since the nights of lantern light and chilly sand molding under my feet. In these days, the summer nights held cooling sunsets and warm breezes that ran over your shoulders like a thin...

The next few days are the same, thinking about the trees and dirt outside, thinking about God, thinking about finding a new job, thinking about her. Some days she comes home and when it’s sunny outside, I’m on the ground and she’ll sit beside me. We’ll talk about our day and write words into the dirt before going inside to wash our hands and make dinner.

Rot

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer May 15, 2017

Romanticism exists in soil. Decayed and decaying and will decay. Pieces of God are underneath dying grass with flecks of something holy and poetic in the pollen and leaves. And there’s dirt underneath...

There are so many books being released in 2017! Which are you most excited for?

The Top 10 Most Anticipated YA Books of 2017

Bella Angell, Staff Writer May 10, 2017

There were many great Young-Adult books released in 2016, but even more are being released in 2017! They range from LGBTQ+ contemporaries to sci-fi and fantasy. These books are released throughout the...

And every morning, the white wall would whisper, “Hello,” to the sun every morning. “You’re here,” the white wall would whisper, and smile.

White Walls

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer December 19, 2016

In the kitchen, the walls were painted white.  There were golden knobs on wooden cabinets, dishes scattered over the granite countertop, the dishwasher taking a temporary sabbatical from cleaning plates...

She makes the tombstones smile and the graveyard whisper compliments. I’ve always tried asking them questions—“Is it something I should really be scared of? Is there really a God, or are these whispers ghosts or my mind? What’s the point?”—but she tends to just have chitchat. She’s always been better at chitchat. Photo used with permission from Leilani Gibbons.

Selfish God

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer May 23, 2016

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....

Her soul formed the sketch of a bear in the sky, the name of Ursa Major, her soul dotted in stars on the dark span of the sky.

MUD OR MAN

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer April 27, 2016

Leaves weaved into her hair, grass looking piercing but feeling soft, laced around delicate fingers, a celestial body that belonged among the stars lay nude among the imperfect earth that was dented with...

“They said the forest could help you find yourself—that it had magical properties. Once you were inside, you would be exposed to your true self—who you really are inside.”

The Forest

Noelle Walker, Arts and Entertainment Editor April 21, 2016

The wind howled through the trees and I shivered. It was not from the cold. Ahead of me was a forest, filled completely with darkness. With trembling fingers, I grabbed my elbows to give me something...

Her hair curled in a way that the earth seemed to agree with.

Amelia Wilmer

Natalie Wilson, Associate Editor December 1, 2015

Casey Blank ran the tip of her finger down the edge of her Sunday paper.  There was something elegant to be found in Casey’s big ears and narrow chin, and her hair curled in a way that the earth seemed...

Photo used with permission by Lorrie Angell; Ransom Riggs is happy to see a devoted fan/reader with all three books for his signature.

Ransom Riggs Event in Decatur

Bella Angell, Staff Writer November 17, 2015

Ransom Riggs, the well-known author of the Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children series, included Atlanta, Georgia on his five city book release event to announce the most recent addition to his...

 “And everyone is smiling for me. No one’s crying. Everything is black but not in a scary way.”
Photo used with permission from Leilani Gibbons.

Glow-in-the-Dark Stars

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer October 20, 2015

My room is covered in glow-in-the-dark stars, and when I get scared of dying, I imagine myself being absorbed into a black hole and refuting existence. I imagine my body combusting into stardust so that...

The woods gave room to breathe, even when he followed her there. No amount of darkness could sway her, she owned the forest; she knew the forest thoroughly. The forest knew her as well.

All In a Day’s Time, My Dear

Julie Day, Staff Writer May 11, 2015

I stood atop the dew-covered path waiting for the summer sun to climb the sky. I was in my domain, over-looking the entire forest.  It was early, 7:00am, but that was the opportune time for capturing...

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