Trivial

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

May 19, 2017

Filed under Literature

Jerry was a fidgety man with a face that made people nervous to look at--not because it was intimidating by any means, but because of a characteristic twitching of the corner of his mouth at odd intervals.  He was short and balding, although with the amount of time he spent fixing his hair each morn...

Ode to Despondency

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

May 19, 2017

Filed under Literature, Showcase

The sun’s descent beneath the clustered buildings of Paris gave confidence to all night’s shadows, even the most fickle in spirit, and they drew to huddle amongst the tattered scraps of paper and piled dust on the streets.  Huddled, too, against the back of a young man, barely upon the age of eight-and-ten,...

Stiff as Granite

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

May 19, 2017

Filed under Literature, Showcase

She had fallen in love with him slowly, over the course of four squandered years.  He had loved her from the minute he saw her, and had vowed never to leave her, regardless of the reason. He had repeated that vow so many times that she had come to take it for granted, to take him for granted.  Now,...

Warmth

Morgan Champion, Poetry Editor

March 7, 2017

Filed under Literature, Showcase

During the brief period of time between summer and winter, when the sun began to fade, and the first flurries of snow fell from the clouds, I stepped through the threshold of some mysterious place.   I can’t tell you exactly what day it was, or who led me there, but I can...

Photograph

Abby Marks, Staff Writer

March 7, 2017

Filed under Literature, Showcase

I remember that day, Fresh lake water Sloshing onto the shore. The sun glistening softly On the horizon. Woods buzzing with life, But ever so gently.   I remember that day, Sandy feet And sunburned skin. Flames dancing joyfully In the fire pit. Hammocks swinging In...

It’s Okay to be Sad: An Open Letter to the Person Who Needs it

Anna Anglin, Staff Writer

February 1, 2017

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They say happiness is a choice. So, I used to wonder: Is sadness a choice as well? Happiness is a positive emotion, something I know you strive for. Happiness is laughing with friends, seeing your excited dog after a long day or hearing “your song” come on during a party. Happiness is a natural emotion...

The Island Was Abandoned For A Reason

Sydney Martin, Staff Writer

January 25, 2017

Filed under Literature, Showcase

The storm threw the ship violently back and forth. The pirates were in a frenzy, scrambling around like mice chased by a cat. After he retched over the port, one of the men noticed a distant island and pointed at it, shouting over the din of the storm to the rest of his crew. They clustered at the end...

A Collection of Poetry

Noah Smith, Opinion Editor

December 7, 2016

Filed under Literature, Showcase

The following are three poems that I have written. They all follow a central theme of love; however, I always try to keep my creative writing ambiguous in order to allow more people to relate to it. My personal favorite of these three is definitely Sunday Morning, but I hope you enjoy all of them!     The Road I Ta...

Map

Marissa Dintino, Staff Writer

December 7, 2016

Filed under Literature, Showcase

It is common knowledge to use a map when one is lost, but our map is lost itself.   Scribbles on several pages, and the pages spread across the floor, old paper torn at the edges.   Some say the map is unorganized, for who would have any desire to place it back...

Advanced Comp. Classes create “Ava’s Man” projects

November 17, 2016

Filed under Showcase, Student Life

The week before Thanksgiving break, Mrs. Gilliom and Mrs. Smith's Advanced Composition classes held a "Southern Artifact Project Day" where they brought in projects, artifacts, and food items related to their novel "Ava's Man."

A Misfortunate Excursion

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

October 14, 2016

Filed under Literature, Showcase

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,...

Us

Jack Kern, Staff Writer

May 26, 2016

Filed under Literature, Showcase

Time goes by, bringing some, and leaving far too many. Life creates to watch its creation flourish. Life is the novelist, and Time is the passionless publishing company, telling Life that what it has made is not enough and denying its work, a piece entitled, “Humanity.”  Life nurtures and cares...