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That feeling of confusion swells as one takes the hand of their once thought nemesis to dance.

Stolen Looks

Tori Harrill, Staff Writer January 31, 2022

I loathed him. His provoking smirk gave rise to the frustration in me. How could one person cause so much hatred? I loathed that smirk, yet I could not help but admire it. The way his face creased perfectly,...

Everyone wants to be the most romantic boyfriend or girlfriend on Valentine’s Day, but it is impossible to achieve this goal without the perfect gift. Take a look at our guide to help you decide what to get your bae for Valentine’s Day.

How to Win Valentine’s Day: Gifts to Get the One You Cherish

Quillen McKinney , Staff Writer February 12, 2019

February, the month of love. When those who are single suffer terribly in their loneliness, and those who are fortunate enough to be dating gaze deep into each other’s eyes, confess their love and struggle...

What would you do if you wrote letters to all the boys you have ever loved...and they were sent? Photo by Korhz Galia.

What’s the Big Deal About “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before”?

Quillen McKinney, Staff Writer September 20, 2018

There are few things in the world that truly unite people. Thanksgiving, puppies and Netflix original movies, such as “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before,” are a few examples. This movie phenomenon,...

“Now she can handle the pain. It is the little voice in her head that reminds her of how long she’s handled it that haunts her.” - JmStorm

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...

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...

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...

“The universe, so full of wonders. I could spend hours and hours looking up at the sky. So many stars, so many mysteries. And theres one very special star that makes me think of one very special person.” (Photo used with permission of Alex Rodgers)

Upside Down Flips My World Upside Down

Natalie Wilson, Features Editor May 7, 2015

Winding viewers up with its out-of-this-world conceptual science and phenomenal film filter, Upside Down by Juan Diego Solanas is a movie that, once started, cannot be interrupted to even get up to go...

Picture used with permission from Savannah Keith. 
When I’m at the top of the hill, he’s at the very edge of the rocky cliff, staring out to the forest. A creek runs through the middle, and I thought it was beautiful. I admire from afar, keeping my distance. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” I say, smiling.

Falling Off

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer May 7, 2015

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...

It isn’t a matter of trust but a matter of knowledge, and I’m a bit of a know-it-all.

Theia

Ashton Bruce, Staff Writer May 5, 2015

  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...

“When love is not madness, it is not love.” –Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Together Through the Rain

Maddie Highland, Staff Writer April 30, 2014

A slight breeze shakes strands of my hair loose from the tight grips of the hair bow and my ruffled bikini top dances with them. A small dribble of ice cream leaks down the flaky cone. The air is alive...

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