Before
11 pm
It was a dangerous thing to imagine. To think. To breathe.
Even more so, the dangers surrounding little clouds. They tend to be smaller, bitter like a lemon and make you...
I lay in my bed, I stare at the ceiling
I blast my music, I can’t help this feeling
I look out the window, I look at the streetlight
I turn it up louder, I only feel blight
I...
If I sit and think hard enough, I can remember the day the sun set. Foggy, yet still warm, the weather proved resilient to the beams of the sun, trying to reach my young mind. One does not think about...
He was the small-town hero that everyone loved. The prestigious quarterback never lets anyone down. His grades placed him in the top 10 percent of his class. He seemed to have a perfect life and had many...
Jen Vincent, Literature Editor
• September 28, 2020
I never worried when I would see you again.
although the fear of the world tearing us apart kept me awake,
I never worried when I would see you again.
even through the heartaches.
you’re...
Imagine yourself looking in the mirror to see your reflection and not being happy with it. Unfortunately, this is the reality for many teens everywhere.
Body image is how and what a person thinks and...
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...
I feel alone.
Surrounded by friends who love me
With a passion that glows
As bright as his forest green eyes
When his face lights up in laughter.
Yet I can’t help but...
It started out small,
Nothing too bad.
But it should be
long gone by now.
It’s gotten much worse,
I can barely stand it.
It’s not just nerves anymore,
It’s a constant,...
The mirror was cracked. It bothered her. A line snaking along the side, unnoticed then suddenly veering into view. It was ugly. To her eyes, it was an abomination of the sickest nature. Her mother said...
These past few months, I’ve been impatiently counting down the days I have left in this school. With each passing day, I grow more tired of the monotonous drone of classes;...