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By Ananya Ohri It was in the spring, in the months that are meant to clean what winter had left in its wake, the months where the barren tree branches clothe themselves with green leaves and buds grow into flowers, that I finally broke into the Brekker house. Whispers around town informed me that the Brekker house only appeared abandoned, that inside, there was an entire ghost family, and that if you stood at exactly the right place, you could hear their footsteps. The impl

By Olive Caruso Trigger Warning: mentions of blood, suicide, and death Tears have made my vision blurry.  It isn’t helping me with my dizziness.  I’ve always been afraid of heights, no matter how low. I could be one foot above the surface of the Earth, and I’d be worried about falling.  I’m on my school’s roof. The building is two stories high. I think I’m thirty, or maybe forty feet from the ground. It’s hard to tell. Heights this high are so scary to me.  But zombies are ev

By Charlie Miller My dearest Lillien,    Things are looking up, the war has died down, and I can see how weak the enemies have become over the past week. I have hope that we, as a whole, will come back all in one piece soon. I miss you more than the words on this paper will ever be able to explain; you have my promise to come home. Just know I may not be the same man as when I left.   I love you,    -Theo     Theo. Theodore Minsworth. The man who was trapped in a bloody

As snow piles up and temperatures drop, most find themselves stuck inside, wondering what to do next. Why not pick up a book, watch a movie or TV show, or maybe play a video game? Rather than scrolling through content to find your best selection, cozy up and read through our perfect winter reading/watching/playing list that features up and coming releases and classics!     Movies:   The Thing (1982)  John Carpenter’s  The Thing (1982)  is one of the most iconic sci-fi horror

She’s Gone By David Bell is a Young Adult thriller that follows Hunter Gifford, a high school senior, who wakes up in the hospital after the homecoming dance with no memory. His girlfriend Chloe Summers, who was in the car with him, has vanished, and the case quickly turns the town upside down. Hunter struggles to piece together what happened the night of the car accident and what happened to Chloe. In a town where nearly everyone believes he is responsible, Hunter is determi

By: Gavin Little Where characters experience highs and lows, My love for them and their stories grows, Thoughts of anime invade my waking hours and my dreams, As I see the imagery of colors, skylines and light beams. Artists draw each frame with a flair. Writers craft every story with care. Each story speaks to me, While every frame makes me smile with glee. Anime is more than just a cartoon, It is another form of art that inspires you to shoot for the moon. When I am stuck a

By: Jordan Molin “Nevermore,” Uttered the Raven,   Repeating it forever more.   His beady eyes flashed as if he mocked me.   “Give me a response, fiend, born from ebony plumes!” I demanded,   “Will I be blessed by the smile of Lenore once again?”   Squawking, talking, inaudible words, the Raven muttered.    “Speak! I command thee!” I reached for my volume of forgotten lore,   Hurling it at the messenger from the Plutonian Shore.   The beast was unfazed and sidestepped,   Beat

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By: Corey Cherenfant Looked out the window and into beautiful weather  It took 14,000 feet in the air to realize that we should be together  Feet in rhythm, hearts kept in line,I never guessed yours could beat like mine. Then the wind came, wild and unplanned,and suddenly I was reaching for your hand.We leapt together, through air so vast,screaming, laughing, free at last. The world below became blurred in a spinning delight, and I realized I’d been falling all night. When th

By Corwin Trouteaud Willardwood Elementary School . On the grass outside the playground, I stand alone. The other twenty five kids in my class are huddled together in front of me. They’re opening and closing their hands as they pass a dark gray rock one of the kids picked up earlier between them. Eventually, they stop. They close their hands and line up shoulder-to-shoulder with their arms behind their backs. Now it’s my turn. I scan the line of kids, each of them avoiding

By Morgan White Senior year was a blur of pressure and anticipation, but Stevie Wonder’s music became the soundtrack that grounded me, reminding me to find joy, faith, and rhythm even when life felt overwhelming. Full of stress, uncertainty, overwhelming thoughts, and exciting futures ahead. Stevie Wonder was on repeat from my English class at 8 a.m. to walking to field hockey practice at 4 p.m. This music was like an escape from all the college applications, prom plans, and

By: August Rosenthorpe Last Saturday  I went down to Baltimore   On a journey beyond   Those kissing gates    That conceal my art’s lore  As it fades into the mist of a misty moor  Trapped under the wood of a wooden floor  These gates hide the self-portrait of me  I’ve never even seen before    What if I could change it?  Erase their smudge of graphite    Somehow, I make it worse   As the darkness spreads even more  Covering up a great deal  Of the painting I yearn to reveal 

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by Liam Smith

By: Autumn Fulton Do you ever feel like you're trapped in a cage On display, stuck like glue, feeling so blue  Make one wrong move, and you’ll be removed  Do you ever feel trapped in a cage The walls are closing in, stuck racing for the win  You feel the air grow thicker Eyes all around, look at the ground Do you ever feel trapped in a cage  Don’t pause at all, maybe a crawl The zoo, boohoo, you need rescue One last look, forever in a book Do you ever feel trapped in a cage,

by Miya Reed

By: Miya Reed Nose twitching, heart to fill. The grass full of dew, the sky spread wide, Yet patience keeps her by the side. She waits for dawn, for blooms to grow, Tender leaves, should the earth show. In quiet hours she learns her fate: Good things appear when hearts don’t haste. With gentle trust, she finds her plate, A feast arrives to those who wait.

by Hannah Hornberger