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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...

John Wolf

John Wolf

Grace Wood, Editor-in-Chief

November 22, 2019

My car drove begrudgingly up the winding gravel road, leading up to my next photography assignment: an old mansion once owned by John Wolf, a prominent businessman in our town. For the past few months, I have been capturing historical landmarks that have shaped this town to the small but grand communit...

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...

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,...

Lunar Landing: The Hidden Files

Lunar Landing: The Hidden Files

Seth Anderson, Staff Writer

March 1, 2017

July 20th, 1969 20:17:40 They had been told that it was impossible, a fever dream, a fruitless endeavor. But now, after billions of dollars, countless hours, and a ton of luck, the United States had finally reached the moon. The space race was theirs. Neil Armstrong, the youngest of the three ...

To the Depths of the Sea

To the Depths of the Sea

Emily Stocksdale, Staff Writer

May 23, 2016

Waves came rolling in to break against the craggy shore.  He watched as they scurried back, only to gather themselves back up and ram against the rocks once more.  Straining his eyes, he looked as far as he could into the distance, but it was futile.  The sun was setting, and with it went any hope...

The Choice

The Choice

Lany Campbell, Staff Writer

May 10, 2016

You are all alone in a tunnel, and all you remember, or know, is you must keep walking. The cave you reside in appears to be as black as night, with shadows an emptiness resembling a ghost town. The walls weep with perspiration, invisible silhouettes crawling along the edges of your periphery like silent...

Fool’s Gold

Fool’s Gold

Emily Stocksdale, Staff Writer

May 2, 2016

The town rose dully before them, with little fanfare from anyone in the wagon.  They were tired, far too tired to cheer or work up a smile.  Reaching the town was just another milestone, scratched away from their to-do lists and left to collect dust. Jess shifted the baby in her arms and leaned...

The Forest

The Forest

Noelle Walker, Arts and Entertainment Editor

April 21, 2016

The wind howled through the trees and I shivered. It was not from the cold. Ahead of me was a forest, filled completely with darkness. With trembling fingers, I grabbed my elbows to give me something to hold onto and forced myself onward. "You don't have to do this, you know," Elise's voice...

Other Side of the Mirror

Other Side of the Mirror

Emily Stocksdale, Staff Writer

March 28, 2016

The moon hung lazily in the sky, barely illuminating the sheer cliffside and dark pines far below.  Shadows posed in eerie battle stances, their forms grotesque as they shifted with the wind.  He had not noticed until then how cold the night was, how unwelcoming.  Even the silence, usually so peaceful...

Mona and I

Mona and I

Noah Smith, Staff Writer

November 30, 2015

Her eyes tempted me from across the room. I stood, still as stone, and returned her gaze. Her eyes were something tough to describe. They were metallic blue toward the pupil, but grew emerald by the edge. This was perhaps an indicator of the months to come: strange, yet beautiful.   AUGUST                 The party was nothing sp...

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