Monday, I should wake up early and go to school
Or should I go back to bed with the cookies I stole
Tuesday, I’m set and ready to go
It’s a great day until I spill coffee on myself
Wednesday,...
Theresa Williams loved bugs. She liked to watch the way they moved, she liked to watch their interaction with other insects, and she liked to watch their tiny eyes blink. Basically, she enjoyed being crouched...
Jessica Objartel, Sudent Submission, 11th Grade
• April 20, 2016
At first I had only known darkness, the warmth of the earth, and the coldness of the water that quenched my thirst. Then, after what I assume was time had passed, I came to know the vast, never ending...
Nick Schwarzmann, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• March 25, 2016
The Boy, the Owl, and the Search for Purpose
There was a young boy who was sad and distraught,
He moped around his quiet, empty house, thinking his life was all for naught,
He thought to himself, “Why...
Ethan Karp, Student Submission, 10th Grade
• March 14, 2016
"I was digging around photos of old people on the internet for my next piece of artwork, and I saw a photo of a skinny Asian man that had a happy expression on his face. I created a detailed portrait...
Elton Govada, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• March 10, 2016
I sit on a chair, waiting
I stare at the screen, dreaming
I look around the room, thinking
but I can't seem to find it
The strokes of my fingers move swiftly
The letters on the page appear immediately
The...
I don’t know if children are born with a natural tendency to be malicious. There are
obviously cases where children are perfect. Take for example Malia. Growing up, my mother
would repeatedly remind...
What hidden beauty the world beholds,
Pure and untouched.
Far closer such splendor lies than most realize,
And therefore they do not explore this world;
Robots stuck in this urban universe,
Blind.
Machines...
Cameron Reaves, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• February 26, 2016
Are you okay, young warrior?
Does the sun's kiss cook you dry
Will it leech all your energy
If so, then you will die.
You've crossed the mighty river
Swam through the flood
What gave you such strength?
Prayer...
Hazel Lee, Student Submission, 11th Grade
• February 3, 2016
The sound of winter sits inside my head
The sound of the wind carrying away the fallen leaves
As the piercing wind soars up the crevice in my sleeves
The sound of white snow silently engulfing...