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Loudly and Proudly: Julia Clark Describes her Missions Trip to Africa

Loudly and Proudly: Julia Clark Describes her Missions Trip to Africa

Julia Clark

March 8, 2018

The sun began to rise at 6:25 in the morning, painting the sky in hues of lavender and rose. A crisp air nipped at my shoulders, the smell of dirt and grass carried in the wind. The beauty of Africa was overwhelming. On Feb. 10, my amazing missions team and I were planning to visit a school in Amur...

We Move On

We Move On

Averie Sargent

February 28, 2018

We walk down the hallways every day with other kids who once hurt our feelings and we scroll through Instagram liking posts of boys or girls who broke our hearts. Their words and actions are carried on our shoulders. And with every tear we promised to never let them back into our lives, but when we do,...

I of the Ruin

I of the Ruin

Anastasia Reimann

February 22, 2018

She did not dare to look at the mess she’d made. She couldn’t bear to. Washed out, strewn across the floor, piles and piles of splinters and pieces of things torn apart, shattered, snapped. These were the remnants of the promises he’d made and the fury she’d unleashed when he broke them. These w...

Of Sonnets and Such Poetic Nonsense and Other Poems

Of Sonnets and Such Poetic Nonsense and Other Poems

Crystal Sung

February 9, 2018

Of Sonnets and Such Poetic Nonsense (Gold Key, 2018 Scholastic Art & Writing Awards)   the lit homework is to write a sonnet for the person sitting next to you but I don’t know what to write about the only thing that comes to mind is ‘oozing volcanoes of acne’ and ‘vei...

New Venus

New Venus

Dylan Stuflick

February 7, 2018

The darkness enveloped the small pocket of light that surrounded him as he ran down the narrow tunnel. The shadows encroached on his bubble of life, pursuing closely behind, always staying just barely out of reach, but never leaving. The shadows never left you here. Even in the capital, New Venus,...

Blackberry High Tide: Lessons from My Grandma

Blackberry High Tide: Lessons from My Grandma

Mikaila Barker

January 12, 2018

I was five years old the first time I stepped into my mother’s hometown, where my grandma raised her. To my wide eyes and innocent smile, Coos Bay was something straight out of a daydream. For years, there was nothing I looked forward to more than the 15-hour drive to my grandmother’s open heart a...

Home at 5:57

Home at 5:57

Averie Sargent

December 19, 2017

The scented candle’s aroma filled the room. Ellis Lark set down a book and grabbed the brown coat that had slept the night on the coat hanger. It was two sizes too large, but a great bargain nonetheless. His feet ached from the shoes that pinched, and the cold watch on his arm was like the icy weather...

A Lesson in Loving People

A Lesson in Loving People

Kaleigh Strong

December 12, 2017

In theory, there is one universally known fact: breaking up sucks. As the case with most things, there are usually two options in every given situation. Some choices are frivolous, like choosing between a hot dog or a slice of pizza (definitely go with the pizza). Others are more complex, like choosing...

A Story Dear to My Heart

A Story Dear to My Heart

Alyssa Cloward

November 29, 2017

Do you ever wish you could be a 5-year-old again? Where there were no problems, no responsibilities, and you thought your life was perfect? Well, I do. This is where my story begins. I was only a harmless little girl of 7 when I realized that my life was not perfect and was heading off-track. It...

Our Potential

Our Potential

Sierra Lagge

November 17, 2017

Up in the sky Birds fly So lie With me In the Grass so we Can look up to the sky And see The couple we could be           BUT U PLAYIN'

A Red Wind

A Red Wind

Dylan Stuflick, Author

November 7, 2017

Two moons shone down on a gravel path winding through a red desert sparsely bordered by small tan houses, each the same shape, the same color, with the same doors and the same windows. All were stained red by countless Martian dust storms whipping across sparsely populated craters and barren plateaus sca...

The Reapers of Gracewood Forest

The Reapers of Gracewood Forest

Adelae Norwood, News Editor

October 31, 2017

But, for the living things of the land, winter was something spoken of only in hushed tones that dripped with fear — not that it was their fault. It was such a shame that the season of white snows and plump red berries hiding in the woods was the time of the Reapers.

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