The Monsters
Julia Clark, Author
September 29, 2017
There are two beings in our world: humans and monsters. Now, humans are just ordinary people with ordinary talents and jobs. Monsters are cold, agile shapeshifters. They are created with human appearances, so we can only identify them through our hearing and their silence — monsters can’t talk. ...
The Firedrake Problem
May 31, 2017
Camera starts to roll, coming into focus on a charming young reporter in front of the fuzzy background of a looming building. A brief pause: she smiles graciously, one hand raised to her ear. Action. “Thanks, Debbie. As you can see, it’s a very important day here at the World Conservation Commis...
The Breath of a Corpse
May 18, 2017
Humans are considered complex creatures because of our ability to empathize, to feel, to wound. Emotions distinguish us from animals. Tear that away, and what are we? When the physical features of a human begin to deteriorate, does the person vanish away entirely? Some substance must be binding t...
Hollaback Hallway
October 6, 2016
As the school bell signals a ray of hope in the dismal school day, you stuff all loose papers, homework and miscellaneous trash into your backpack. You take one last look into the spacious area of the classroom and sigh, dreading what comes ahead. You are a student in an English classroom that has to navigate t...
I of the Storm
June 9, 2016
You'll never understand, not really. I think you've tried, but you can’t understand me. I can't even understand myself sometimes. I should have warned you from the beginning: Never let a writer fall for you. All it takes is a second too long, a sideways glance, an intoxicated smile, and suddenly I am...
Insomnia
June 2, 2016
Today This silence is all consuming, Like the moon's eternal looming. I lie down and try to sleep. Tomorrow brings another Today And I've always hated Today. Today is soon another Yesterday, One I'll surely miss, Tomorrow. Nights are confusion as Today, Tomorrow and Yesterday blend. All at once...
Finals
June 2, 2016
School days were near an end. The summer breeze was drifting in. All the students watch the clock, All of time had seemed to stop. The days crawl on hot and heavy With no new knowledge quite yet ready. For teachers knew as well as students, That learning now would not be prudent. ...
The Death of the Bee
May 10, 2016
It was a glowing summer morning, the kind when you wake up with the natural sunlight streaming in your window and you have the most delicious tingling sensation of being alive. The three bird families who lived in our yard were chirping in their bright enthusiasm as the wind caressed the fluffy clouds...
What does this all mean?
May 5, 2016
A poem written and entered at the 2016 JEA/NSPA Journalism Conference in Los Angeles, CA, by sophomore and second-year staff member Sierra Lagge. The prompt was the word "color." The poem won honorable mention.
Danica Jordan, Editor in Chief
January 9, 2020
These days, streaming services rule television. Instead of buying cable or DVDs, streaming services allow for a wide selection of shows and movies available...
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