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Clouds

There will also come a time when the clouds of sadness and grief depart.

Morgan Champion, Poetry Editor

April 19, 2017

There will come a time When the pain gets too painful When the commotion gets too loud When you feel too drained to move on.   Drained of tears Drained of happiness Drained of hope,   But there will also come a time When the clouds of sadness and grief Depart.   Darling, Until...

A Not-So-Boring Christmas

Christmas is a joyful and beautiful time of the year when people like to drink hot chocolate and wait for a White Christmas. There are many opportunities for Christmas events in the North Georgia area.

Bella Angell, Staff Writer

December 8, 2015

We all like to stay home with a cup of coffee, a blanket and a classic Christmas movie. However, we all eventually get cabin fever and feel the need to get out of the house. There are many things to do all over North Georgia, including Atlanta, to inspire Christmas spirit and here are some of the most...

Daily Bread

“I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty.” John 6:35

Rachel McCord, Staff Writer

May 5, 2015

The past few weeks have been a rollercoaster of emotions. I have gone from feeling immeasurable joy and on top of the world to feeling as if there is no reason to live anymore. The smallest things can make me happy and, in the same way, the smallest thing can ruin my entire day. The first thing that...

Inspiration in the Stars

“You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.” -Jack London. Photo used with permission by Austin Grey.

Jade Flack, Staff Writer

March 24, 2015

The abundance of stars, mesmerizing and captivating, strike my imagination and ignite my soul; a new life lies inside the burning figures in the sky. Two bright constellations create two beaming eyes. The yellow hazy dust, speckling the black above, paints the long waved hair. Instantly, a name comes...

Nana, A Poem

Pink dogwood tree.

Caroline Duckworth, Short Story Editor

May 2, 2014

Faeries dance in her voice Wildflowers bloom in her soul Her eyes are sunny skies Her arms, an everlasting home Grace shines through her skin Her heart holds peace Her smile is gentle She is soft in her speech She’s as lovely as lavender As warm as Earl Grey tea She is concern, she is...

Well Wishes

In my dream there was a well.

Noelle Walker, Staff Writer

May 2, 2014

In my dream there was a well. A well that could make any of your wishes come true. But you couldn’t find the well, it had to find you. It’s what anyone would want. I found that well. Or, that well found me. And I looked around, filled with glee. I held my breath as I made a wish. Then...

The Mission Diaries: Returning to Orphanage Emmanuel

When people come to visit, many of the volunteers bring some of the kids to the tienda (the store) for some treats. We brought some of the girls for charamuscas while we enjoyed the beautiful day.

Tara Bailey, Features Editor

February 26, 2014

I could tell you so many things. I could tell you that I was the one who changed the lives of all the children in the orphanage in one week, but that would be a lie. I could tell you that I was like Superman: saving the kids from the dangers of the world, one kid at a time, but that too, would be a lie....

You Had Me At Hello

“Your hair was always messy, twisted and tangled in your face…”

Jessica Prouty, Staff Writer

December 16, 2013

The moment is still clear Embedded in my mind From the smile that graced your face To the simple glisten in your eyes.   I knew it was the beginning Of our forever more And even now your presence Burns me up to the core.   Your hair was always messy Twisted...

Twelve Petals

He is the thorns and I am a rose. Love is dead, so it goes.

Beattie Hoyle, Staff Writer

November 15, 2013

Twelve petals on a rose Each one representing my undying love for the boy Love is dead, so it goes My broken heart, away it goes He will never know for he is too coy Twelve petals on a rose Sniff. Sniff. The boy turns up his nose. He slowly rips off my petals just to annoy Love is dead, so it g...

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