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by Chantal Biggar '19
You could hear each drop leak from the rusted pipe that hung loosely over the corner of the dim hospital room, where several hundred patients lay almost lifelessly, each covered with a white linen cloth in efforts to conceal and alleviate the amount of suffering seen by passers and the press. From the tiny window in my restricted field of view, I search for the sun, which would never show itself again. Life was shaken from the environment around me. This area became an attraction to tourists all over the world, flashing their cameras in an effort to capture the shock and horror of nuclear aftermath, then to continue on living their lives without a second thought. But for me, this was life now.
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by Alannah Shevenell '21
Home of the everlasting storm cloud. The lightning strikes its powerful bolt, shattering its victim. The mirror broke, shielding her from her broken self. Within her, beauty and love. Within her, fear and self doubt. Within her, knowledge and grace. Within her, sorrow and trauma. Within her, hope and light. by Amy Geilen '20
The red washes down her arms like a crimson river, moving down her wrists and dripping from her fingertips, splashing onto the tile and following the red tears as they filtered down the drain. Her eyes followed the droplets robotically, her mind focusing on absolutely nothing other than her hands that shook slightly. She felt numb, empty. A knock sounded through the room, jolting her out of her thoughts, and she slowly and methodically began to wash the red from the crevices. First, it was her hands, then her legs, then her arms, and finally it was her hair and face. Her skin was pink from how hard she scrubbed it, but she didn’t care. She had never wanted to forget something more in her entire life. by Chantel Smith '20
Living in tornado central out in the Midwest region of the U.S. can be really scary during the summer months during the tornado season, for the most part. Unless you studied the defiant rulers of the skies like we all did. Watching the blue sky vanish, waiting for the first sign of a storm system. We are a group of storm chasers capturing the research necessary develop better forecasts and distinguish any changes in these storm systems before anyone gets hurt. by Lilly Shaw '20
Crash! “Well, there goes another one.” I opened my window and gazed up at the grey sky, clouds fitting together like puzzle pieces, expecting to see the misfortunate soul on its way up to heaven. The scent of warm vanilla filled the room, and the flame of the candle went perfectly still as if it was paying its respects to the tragedy that had just occurred. by Alannah Shevenell '21
The audience is full. There’s a camera in the back, forever the world is watching. I’ll send it to her tomorrow. The stage welcomes our turn. We’re creating sound, music. Feeling the color with every note. Seeing the notes dancing with pure and raw emotion. The happiness grows with each musical breath. I sent it to her. Odd, she didn’t respond. by Miranda Silva '21
A flower sits untouched, unloved, alone in a garden that withers away Waiting, pleading for A Touch of Rain A Touch of Love A Touch of Death A flower will take what it can, If only it can change its present situation, it’s condition, it’s delma. For a flower is not picky, But thankful for What it is given What it can take What is there by Chantal Biggar '19
If you could hear the wildfires as they are scorching crackling embers raining trees crumble to ashes If you could see the waves which shatter barriers surround and drowning fizzling to the surface You are cold like the depths from which your waves reside above Your hands ignite a fragile leaf Burning timeworn trees along your path set ablaze You reside within a tenebrosity These ruins of your doing resulted from an impassable heart by Jordan Wilson '19
They say that when you die in a dream, you die in real life. I can tell you that isn't true; because I died in a dream, and what happened to me was much stranger than that. I’ve been told that after you die, you simply go to heaven or you relive your life as a different soul. I never believed the second one because how is it even possible? Do you somehow get an evaluation of whether you fulfilled your life by a panel of angels and you either pass or have to try again? I refused to believe it. That was until one night I had a dream that was too realistic to even comprehend and quite literally changed my life forever. by Harry Qin '20
Jacob wakes up on his bed, noticing that the alarm didn't go off. He jumps out of bed and rushes out after washing himself. He complains about the alarm, which he doesn’t notice that it doesn’t anymore. Trying to open the door, he realizes that the door is abnormally heavy. As soon as the door is opened, Jacob is stunned. In front of him, instead of the crowd lining aside of the road waiting for the bus, two soldiers wearing power armor stand on the two sides of a man in classic military officer uniform. “Jacob Reyes, you have been convicted of secretly communicating with the leader of the resistance and selling top-secret intel to the resistance. You are now under arrest by the Crown Guard of the Empire.” |
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