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I Am

I Am

Abby Marks, Editor-in-Chief

December 16, 2019

I am from shivering cold winters, Where the snowmen towered over me And the conifers grazed the sky. I am from puffy jackets And too many layers of mittens and socks To keep me warm.   I am from the cul de sac across the street, Where I learned to ride my bike And where the neighbors g...

A Christmas Miracle

A Christmas Miracle

Elizabeth Wood, Staff Writer

December 3, 2019

On July 14, 10-year-old, Emily Marksdale was diagnosed with Leukemia. Emily’s life began to change very quickly. One moment, she enjoyed all things 10-year-old girls enjoy. She attended birthday parties, sleepovers, went to church, she danced ballet and competed with the Sparks, her local gymnastic...

The Goose and the Sword

The Goose and the Sword

Kai Shabman, Staff Writer

November 22, 2019

The day was coming to an end; the world was quiet. I walked down the sidewalk as the streetlights lit the way home. The night was warm and light sounds of cars and insects filling my ears. I hummed a song to myself, nothing in particular just something to fill my head.    All of a sudden, I heard a clanking noise. I...

Foolish Girl

Foolish Girl

Jen Vincent, Staff Writer

November 22, 2019

It has been in front of you your whole life.  Love doesn't exist the way you think it does.  Foolish girl,  You’re killing yourself over things like friendship.  You’re just a foolish girl,  For thinking anyone will save you from this endless pit.  (4 years later I read it back...

A Sea of Emotion

A Sea of Emotion

Cynda Allen, Opinion Editor

October 30, 2019

From the river Into the woods He drifted With a sea of thoughts that could not be lifted He drifted Feelings and emotions The waves of his mind came flooding in a chorus of voices He thought of all of his choices The moon was high Stars floated motionlessly in the sky All was silent Stumbl...

The Best Quote

The Best Quote

Sarah Treusch, Staff Writer

October 22, 2019

Senior year is supposed to be the best year of everyone’s high school career because everyone is supposed to live it up while still knowing exactly what they want to be. It’s the year of lasts: last first day, last lunch, last parking spot, and last yearbook. Senior yearbooks are the ones that mat...

Submissions for the Threshold Literary Magazine are Due December 14

Submissions for the Threshold Literary Magazine are Due December 14

Sallie Kate Worley, Staff Writer

December 6, 2018

Students who are interested in being featured in North Forsyth High School’s Threshold Literary Magazine may submit original pieces of art and literature until Dec. 14. Students should pick up a cover sheet from their English teachers, from the bulletin board by the library or from Mrs. Smith in r...

To My Friend

To My Friend

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer

December 21, 2017

I can see the pain written on the canvas of your heart.  Believe me when I say I have tried to understand what has happened, but  I won’t pretend to know what you have been through.  I just wish it was me and not you. Please know I wish it was me and not you. Everyone deserves moments of peace where th...

Fatal Friday

Fatal Friday

Ramya Raja, News/Sports Editor

December 20, 2017

Sleep and drowsiness clouded his vision as Eli realized the time visible on the clock in front of him. He bolted upright, stumbled out of bed, and began scrambling for clothes. “I can’t be late, not again,” Eli muttered to himself as he stumbled out the door without grabbing a bite to eat. Eli...

I Remember.

I Remember.

Anna Anglin, Staff Writer

November 9, 2017

Monday. She remembers his face so clearly Like a swift breath of air Except the air was not fresh No, it was a breath of cigarette smoke Life threatening, cloudy, yet she kept coming back for more   Tuesday. She remembers when they spoke The words flowed out of his mouth...

Trivial

Trivial

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

May 19, 2017

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

Ode to Despondency

Emily Stocksdale, Literature Editor

May 19, 2017

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,...

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