Rot
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
May 15, 2017 • 118 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase
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 my fingernails, and I taste it when I chew them. I exist at the same time with things and creatures...
The Top 10 Most Anticipated YA Books of 2017
Bella Angell, Staff Writer
May 10, 2017 • 114 views
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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 whole year so you can always be reading one while you wait for the next! (Note: Some of these are stand-alone...
White Walls
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
December 19, 2016 • 182 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase
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 and bowls. A light fixture hung solemnly over the tiled table with grace, and there was a bowl filled...
Selfish God
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
May 23, 2016 • 286 views
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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...
MUD OR MAN
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
April 27, 2016 • 263 views
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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 ridges and the impurity of dirt. Her arms stretched out delicately, skin unsullied by mud or man....
The Forest
Noelle Walker, Arts and Entertainment Editor
April 21, 2016 • 258 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase
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 to hold onto and forced myself onward. "You don't have to do this, you know," Elise's voice...
Amelia Wilmer
Natalie Wilson, Associate Editor
December 1, 2015 • 314 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase
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 to agree with. Her eyebrows crunched into the top of her nose as she analyzed the grooves etched...
Ransom Riggs Event in Decatur
Bella Angell, Staff Writer
November 17, 2015 • 395 views
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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 wildly popular series, Library of Souls. Previous books include Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Chi...
Glow-in-the-Dark Stars
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
October 20, 2015 • 267 views
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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 I can disperse into space. I imagine myself compressing the folds of my body into an orb of gaseous...
All In a Day’s Time, My Dear
Julie Day, Staff Writer
May 11, 2015 • 349 views
Filed under Literature, Showcase
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 the perfect sunrise. There was a light breeze caressing my cheek, and the pale blue sky began blushing;...
Falling Off
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
May 7, 2015 • 352 views
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In the spring, we took a trip to the mountains, except that it was not so much a trip as it was a complete, tumbling, dangerous fall, and it was not so much the mountains as much as it was a moderately tall hill. We thought it was a good idea because we were high, and that’s explanation enough. We...
Theia
Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer
May 5, 2015 • 323 views
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It’s hard for me to think in color. I’m used to the dreams now. I’m sixteen years old, and I can still remember the nightmares I had when I was a little kid, where the monsters were black with even blacker eyes and I was engulfed in the sheets that were soaked with sweat and u...
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