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.
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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.” by Brooke de Guzman '19
“See anyone up ahead?” I asked my First Class Private as we were approaching our destination. “No sir!” he yelled back at me. The never-ending desert stretched out for miles. My comrades and I were ordered to scope out this area to what looked like an abandoned village by the enemy. Apparently, there had been civilians who were shot and left to die. Our mission was to help out as many people as we could and to aid them with medication, food, and water. In the military issued Jeep, we were in, we made our way closer to the mediocre area. by Lumeng Sun '19
It was in 2015. I went to Butterfly Spring, Yunnan Province, China. I had been fascinated by the love story between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai since my childhood, so I felt a special feeling for butterflies. Sometimes, I think I could talk to butterflies, and I vaguely remember that I have been in love with a butterfly young man for a thousand years. I have no idea that why I clearly know that my first-been human being was Zhu Yingtai, and I met Liang Shangbo in a private school in ancient China. At that time, girls were not allowed like boys to study at schools, so I dressed as a man to study in a private school, where I lived with Liang Shanbo in the same dormitory. I was attracted by his handsome appearance and his gentleman’s refined and courteous behavior, and he took care of me in life and study carefully. I appreciated him, and fell in love with him, for the school life is not easy for a girl in such an environment full of boys. by Caroline Leary '19
*Pop, pop* I heard the faint sound of popping in the distance. Fear struck my heart, and I stopped dead in my tracks, whipping my head around from left to right. I looked for my friend, Charles. He was no where in sight. I rushed around through crowds of people, looking intently. I started to worry. The dark night began to surround me, and swallow the crowds the further onward I walked. by Charles Qu '19
It is 1:00 in the morning of 1/1/2000. On the east third ring road of Beijing. There is a narrow street, at the end of the street, there’s a dilapidated building. All the tenants in there are gone outside to celebrate the new year except there is still one person left in this building. In the small room covered in dim orange light, the posters on the wall seem yellower than they used to be, the window has a white frost, it is 5 degrees Celsius outside (15 degrees Fahrenheit). The heat is fully operated in this room, and a 78-year-old man is lying on the bed, with quilts on top of him, stone still. He was outside with his family to see the fireworks for a while, then he got back to his house because he felt too tired and let his family continue to enjoy the new year. |
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