10 Poems by Brittney Atwater '19
Four years it will be
And still no affections toward me
I would like to say I love you
But it's not us two
Over me you chose her
I guess to you I'm just a blur
When will you see
You're the only one for me
So as the years go by
All I can do is cry
My Mother Before by Juliana Cardullo '19
“Happy Birthday To You!!!” They all sang as I blew out my candles for my 18th birthday, the day before I left for college. I told Dad I didn’t want a party, but he insisted and invited all my friends and family over to our little house and had a birthday/going-to-college party. That night after everyone had left I was finishing up my packing, looking and reminiscing on past memories. I was cleaning out my room putting things in the keep or to-go box. The “keep” box was overflowing compared to the “to-go” box. I looked at my closet and started to spread things out all over my room when I saw this familiar-yet-unfamiliar shoe box. I took the box and cleared a spot off my bed, and slowly I unfolded the top of the box and it was full of old pictures of my mother and I together. I was picking up the pictures one by one, looking and remembering. When I came across a single envelope that was at the bottom of the box, the letter was addressed to me and I knew it was from my mother because of the beautiful calligraphy-like handwriting she had.
A shiver went down my spine when I saw it and a lump formed in my throat.
Missing Memory by Junmo Ahn '19
I woke up from the white bed and sunlight was passing through the window. This is my first memory of my life now. I looked around the room and was able to figure out that I am in the hospital. Suddenly, the doctor came in and said, “Good morning Mr. Robert Edwards, I am Doctor Stephen Strange. Today is 2020 May 24th.” And he also mentioned that I had a car accident about two weeks ago on a rainy day. “I think I have a problem with my memory,” I told my doctor. “I still remember my childhood and place where I had an accident but no more than that.” “It’s just a temporary situation,” the doctor casually said. “Looking or staying in a familiar place will help me find a memory.”
The Adventure of Hanz the Great Explorer by Juliana Cardullo '19
In this story, you will go through the adventure of Hanz, the great explorer. He will travel to the thick Thuringian forest, and stumble upon many complications throughout the journey.
In the vast known land named Stinkheim, with mountains, full of valleys, hills, and villages, it had one of the most beautiful castles known to everyone. With high towers that look like they are swaying in the clouds, and massive glass windows surrounding every tower peak, giving off the most luxurious light in the mid afternoon. The only problem with this perfect town was that everyone was enchanted; they couldn’t speak or move and sat there like lumps, except for two, and, well, a horse. This story stars one man and a journey across the land to explore and look for more people to populate his home town of Stinkheim.
by Brianna Charon '19
I don’t know how to tell you
that I don't want you,
but I need you
to your face.
Because when I get close to you,
even if I have a script written out,
I become so enthralled by you
that I trip and stumble over my words,
and my mind is racing as the fire in my heart intensifies.
When I look into your eyes,
I can see my life with you so clearly.
I can see our bodies and souls entangled with each other
In a loving embrace on a couch,
with the crackling of a metal heater,
because I was too paranoid to start a fire.
And we whisper sweetly in each other's ears,
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I can see it so clearly,
and I wish that instead of living in your eyes,
that I could reach in and take those foreseeable fantasies and make them a liveable experience,
for the both of us.
I don't want you,
I need you,
because when I am without you,
I cannot breathe without the oxygen that you provide with you're loving voice.
That voice that is ever so sweet and mimics the crisp, fresh, cold air on an astounding autumn day.
It hits me with such power and yet
It is so refreshing to step into
When you’re in the middle of thanksgiving dinner being cooked.
I do not want you
I need you
I don't date people to have a few months of my life wasted,
I date people I love because I want to spend my life with you.
I need to be with you,
because I'm afraid if someone else gets to you before I do,
then you'll forget everything we've said or done with each other
and my heart with be left as a husk of naive love to collect dust in the suppressed memory of our love.
But I can't have you.
Because every time I reach out to grab what I see in your eyes,
it backs away from me.
And no matter how many times I reach out,
you put in a few more steps between us,
and you're so close,
but just so far that my fingertips graze the fairytale I've made for the both of us.
But I can't stop.
No matter what I do
when I close my eyes,
I see yours looking back at me, sweetly.
they're like the most addictive narcotic
that I can't get enough of.
Those beautiful eyes,
those beautiful, gleaming, pools of honey that you possess.
They are just barely out of reach,
so tantalizingly close.
You’re so close that
It puts an ache in my heart
And a craving in my soul
That no amount of hugs or softly whispered “I love you’s” will ever quench my thirst for your undeniable love
I do not want you,
I need you.
And I can only hope,
that one day
that fantasia I desire in your steadfast eyes,
will be ours.
One day, my dear,
it will be ours
and we may love each other with such a devotion that holds no bounds.
Three Threes Volume 1: Masks - Prologue
by Jacob Repucci '19
The Mask on Spatium’s belt was a key to mankind’s ascension to godhood, and she felt the weight of guarding it. That’s why when she realised something was hunting her, every muscle in her body tensed.
Sober by Maria Lucas '19
She gets on her tip toes to place the salad bowls in the uppermost kitchen cabinet, the
same cabinet that held her husband’s favorite scotch, Aberlour, a little over one year ago. She returns to the dishes, watching her husband lightly swirl and sip his bottle of cranberry juice before leaving for work, making her wonder if he wishes that alcohol was in it.
Snow Day by Junmo Ahn '19
“No School Monday, January 14, 2019,” the school sent out the email to every student ten days in row. The dorm students have already lost electricity for five days and the food supply was discontinued three days ago. Every dorm student was starving, and only a few of them had food in storage. The students with food did not share it with the other students. Instead, they started to rule the dorm.
by Alison Violette '20
My anxious feet leap onto the baby stones
The minute they find their way into the fissures on my feet I know I’m home
My life has been a whirlwind of change in plans and broken dreams
But with all my rips and tears, this place stitches up the seams
The water’s breath finds it’s way into my soul
And suddenly every tattered piece feels whole.
I’m suddenly friends with the grass, which is mostly destroyed from the bleeding sun But in this place, nothing needs to be perfectly done
My teeth are a smile as soon as I open the door
A gateway into a splintered shack of stains of sweat and swim The sun is all the porch knows
And it’s constant appearance definitely shows
The screech of the drawers and the shriek of the cabinets
We want to tend to them but it’s becoming hard to afford it
The dripping from the shower head is no match for the dripping from the swimsuits The steep stairs slumbering on a slump to where splashing is acute
As I shiver and wrap my towel around my body, I’m filled with joy
As I imagine the fire I will sit around and the s’mores I will destroy
Then the most comforting sound that I have to close my eyes when I listen to it
Calls to my body and drags me from wherever I am to share the stories it needs to admit The whistle like a note held by an angel, brings my family and I all to one place
So we can challenge our eyes to watch as it rushes off to another embrace
I climb to my bunk and my tired body sinks into the bed
As I hear the whistle blow into distance and echo in my head
by Stephanie Sanborn '20
She spins like a hurricane in the middle of summer.
The audience roared louder than thunder.
Once she took her final step,
She exits the stage, taking a breath.
Her mind has a million thoughts,
Racing around like a Nascar race.
Thinking about how her performance went.
Wondering if she did great.
Looking at the judges score,
Her excitement soars.
It soars higher than the clouds.
Not ever coming back down.
As she sees one 9 and three 10s,
She hopes she can do it again.