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Jackie Bishop
Spirit Animals
For this years’ eighth graders at Oakland Middle School, today they were wishing the stinky and crowded hallways goodbye. It was a beginning of a new chapter. Not just because they were leaving middle school. This day was unique. It would change their lives. Today was the day they met their spirit animal. Now, you may be asking yourself? A spirit animal? It’s simply an animal companion that is with you for the rest of your life. Cool, right?
Spirit Animals
For this years’ eighth graders at Oakland Middle School, today they were wishing the stinky and crowded hallways goodbye. It was a beginning of a new chapter. Not just because they were leaving middle school. This day was unique. It would change their lives. Today was the day they met their spirit animal. Now, you may be asking yourself? A spirit animal? It’s simply an animal companion that is with you for the rest of your life. Cool, right?
Avery Hooten
Writing Prompts and More
Polly stood before the grave with an expression of disdain on her face, a bouquets of roses slightly crushed in her hand. The grave was little more than a whole in the ground. No gravestone was there to indicate a body was laid there other than the freshly moved dirt.
Writing Prompts and More
Polly stood before the grave with an expression of disdain on her face, a bouquets of roses slightly crushed in her hand. The grave was little more than a whole in the ground. No gravestone was there to indicate a body was laid there other than the freshly moved dirt.
Cyd Leister
Intertwined
Light silently began to creep into the small room. A metal framed bed sat in the center of the far wall. It's sheets were old, but still a clean white, not unlike that of a cloud.
Intertwined
Light silently began to creep into the small room. A metal framed bed sat in the center of the far wall. It's sheets were old, but still a clean white, not unlike that of a cloud.
Lawrence Geller
ZERO
(BLACK SCREEN, A LAWRENCE GELLER FILM APPEARS. IN THE LIGHT BY LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS. FADES INTO. INT. WIDE SHOT. OF ZENO’S BED AND HIM LAYING ON IT. CUTS TO A SHOT OF THE MIRROR AND HIS REFLECTION IN IT. CUTS TO A SHOT FROM ABOVE HIM. ZERO APPEARS ON THE SCREEN. TITLE BECOMES DISTORTED AND GLITCHY AS IT DISAPPEARS. CREDITS START.
ZERO
(BLACK SCREEN, A LAWRENCE GELLER FILM APPEARS. IN THE LIGHT BY LED ZEPPELIN PLAYS. FADES INTO. INT. WIDE SHOT. OF ZENO’S BED AND HIM LAYING ON IT. CUTS TO A SHOT OF THE MIRROR AND HIS REFLECTION IN IT. CUTS TO A SHOT FROM ABOVE HIM. ZERO APPEARS ON THE SCREEN. TITLE BECOMES DISTORTED AND GLITCHY AS IT DISAPPEARS. CREDITS START.
Caleb Steele
Poetry Collection
Two poem: One about the purpose of an ankle brace and one about being tired.
Poetry Collection
Two poem: One about the purpose of an ankle brace and one about being tired.
Sarah Woodruff-Carter
h17 Excerpt
“Helloooo? Is anyone here?”
A head poked in through the main door, and the rest of the body followed. The man who walked up seemed short, although he might have been average-sized in a room full of tall people.
h17 Excerpt
“Helloooo? Is anyone here?”
A head poked in through the main door, and the rest of the body followed. The man who walked up seemed short, although he might have been average-sized in a room full of tall people.
Tori Suhre
Maledictus
A young man named Brian lives a normal suburban life with his wife and daughter, Jessie and Molly. But everything turns sour when he is visited by multiple demons, whose only goals are to make his life a living hell.
Maledictus
A young man named Brian lives a normal suburban life with his wife and daughter, Jessie and Molly. But everything turns sour when he is visited by multiple demons, whose only goals are to make his life a living hell.
Izzy Stum
Torn in Two
Abrenna had been through a rough life, but she was about to face something else that was going to split her in two.
Torn in Two
Abrenna had been through a rough life, but she was about to face something else that was going to split her in two.
Kiera Danndy
Sarah Knight
Long May She Reign
The story of how the Queen of Grisea was poisoned.
Long May She Reign
The story of how the Queen of Grisea was poisoned.
Wesley Linton Jr.
Dreams
There was a kid by the name of Wesley Linton Jr. who had a love for skateboarding more than anything else in the world. Wesley was 10 years old in 2013 when he started and only had the intention of becoming pro one day, and that mindset was in his head for the next 2 years.
Dreams
There was a kid by the name of Wesley Linton Jr. who had a love for skateboarding more than anything else in the world. Wesley was 10 years old in 2013 when he started and only had the intention of becoming pro one day, and that mindset was in his head for the next 2 years.
Mary Margaret Lea
Halycon: A Collection of Poems
magnolia blossoms
fall in the summer
and coat the grassy ground;
Halycon: A Collection of Poems
magnolia blossoms
fall in the summer
and coat the grassy ground;
Meera Meht
The Vicinity of Tomorrow
The yellow warmth of the sun creeps through my window. It is finally the first morning of the Prosperous Year. Many years ago, a prophet declared 2201 as the year that Earth would emerge from it's centuries-long decay and regain its strength. The Prophet, Ellora, was born in 2019; she was better than Merlin, who was known as the greatest sorcerer before her. Ellora, though long gone, is still worshipped by many.
The Vicinity of Tomorrow
The yellow warmth of the sun creeps through my window. It is finally the first morning of the Prosperous Year. Many years ago, a prophet declared 2201 as the year that Earth would emerge from it's centuries-long decay and regain its strength. The Prophet, Ellora, was born in 2019; she was better than Merlin, who was known as the greatest sorcerer before her. Ellora, though long gone, is still worshipped by many.
Abby Gray
Queen of the Crossroads
Jane didn't expect to encounter the Devil again, but when her best friend, Carter, shows up out of nowhere, she's roped back into the world of the supernatural. The pair heads to New York City to seek out the devil
Queen of the Crossroads
Jane didn't expect to encounter the Devil again, but when her best friend, Carter, shows up out of nowhere, she's roped back into the world of the supernatural. The pair heads to New York City to seek out the devil
Finn Keil
Closed Door
We recently moved into our new house. It has two bathrooms, three bedrooms, and two stories. It’s in perfect condition, nothing’s wrong with the house. However, there was one strange thing the previous owner told us about; there’s a locked door in the basement, nobody knows what’s behind it
Closed Door
We recently moved into our new house. It has two bathrooms, three bedrooms, and two stories. It’s in perfect condition, nothing’s wrong with the house. However, there was one strange thing the previous owner told us about; there’s a locked door in the basement, nobody knows what’s behind it
Zora VanderVeen
Poetry from the Neighborhood
A collection of poems about the people/places in my neighborhood
Poetry from the Neighborhood
A collection of poems about the people/places in my neighborhood
Tara Swaim
A Memory for a Murderer
A blanket of clouds covered the sky. People with grim faces and black umbrellas walked down the sidewalks in tight crowds. Rain drizzled lightly on the steps leading up to a tall, dull apartment. Somewhere inside, on the third or fourth floor, sat a 24 year old woman in her small bedroom with curly red hair, pale green eyes, and the worst headache in the world.
A Memory for a Murderer
A blanket of clouds covered the sky. People with grim faces and black umbrellas walked down the sidewalks in tight crowds. Rain drizzled lightly on the steps leading up to a tall, dull apartment. Somewhere inside, on the third or fourth floor, sat a 24 year old woman in her small bedroom with curly red hair, pale green eyes, and the worst headache in the world.
Kofi McIver
Inkbled
The king couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. He had never considered himself a bad person; despite his hateful actions towards others;despite the chilling way he talked to people below him, despite torturing and slaughtering those with magic; despite tricking the Princess of the crown, the apple of his eye, into marrying him; despite assassinating his mother and father-in-law so that he and his wife could rule; and despite poisoning his pregnant wife’s soup with the toxin that would force her body to give birth to a boy.
Inkbled
The king couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. He had never considered himself a bad person; despite his hateful actions towards others;despite the chilling way he talked to people below him, despite torturing and slaughtering those with magic; despite tricking the Princess of the crown, the apple of his eye, into marrying him; despite assassinating his mother and father-in-law so that he and his wife could rule; and despite poisoning his pregnant wife’s soup with the toxin that would force her body to give birth to a boy.
Kaley Wood
War of the Fae
Queen Mab had never wanted a child, yet here, in her bedchamber, she held one in her arms. By some cruel twist of fate, she had given birth--a rarity for any pure blooded fae--without even trying. It wasn’t until she held the child, a girl, and saw her, that she understood the true misfortune with which she had been burdened.
War of the Fae
Queen Mab had never wanted a child, yet here, in her bedchamber, she held one in her arms. By some cruel twist of fate, she had given birth--a rarity for any pure blooded fae--without even trying. It wasn’t until she held the child, a girl, and saw her, that she understood the true misfortune with which she had been burdened.
Hope Stephens
Gracious Professionalism
It's not easy being the backbone of her robotics team, especially with a summer competition coming up. But if nobody on her team ever listens to her, how many things will go wrong?
Gracious Professionalism
It's not easy being the backbone of her robotics team, especially with a summer competition coming up. But if nobody on her team ever listens to her, how many things will go wrong?
Alyssa Apple
Letters to Apollo
I can't stress enough to you how much
I care because you left before I could
Put down the pen
Letters to Apollo
I can't stress enough to you how much
I care because you left before I could
Put down the pen
Bodhi A. Moreau
Soup: Part 1
She sat at the table by the window, too upset to even stir the steaming bowl of soup in front of her. Apple imagined ripping the gingham cloth off the surface off of the wood, sending the bowl and spoon and stupid freaking flowers flying, splattering the broth across the glass and floor as she wrapped it around her.
Soup: Part 1
She sat at the table by the window, too upset to even stir the steaming bowl of soup in front of her. Apple imagined ripping the gingham cloth off the surface off of the wood, sending the bowl and spoon and stupid freaking flowers flying, splattering the broth across the glass and floor as she wrapped it around her.
Evie Lee
Persephones Girls
I am going to make a very beautiful life for myself no matter what it takes.
Persephones Girls
I am going to make a very beautiful life for myself no matter what it takes.
Anna Cotrone
Trio of Poems
There’s a light inside you
Casting a soft glow
And as your emotions change, that light will shrink and grow.
Trio of Poems
There’s a light inside you
Casting a soft glow
And as your emotions change, that light will shrink and grow.
Why Write
A poem by the high school group
I write because it allows my imagination to run wild
I write because James Dashner killed off Newt
I write because my suburban American life is boring
I write because people need a new idol
I write because it’s fun
I write because my teacher asked me too
I write because I want the world to meet my fantasies
I write because chicks dig writers
I write because I have to—not writing feels like not breathing and I am a fish out of water without it.
I write because I can.
I write because descriptions are easier on a page than out loud.
I write to get better at it.
I write because my worlds come to life
I write because I wake up at night and find my hands and mind wanting to create something and I can’t seem to stop them.
I write because I want to read
I write because of unicorns
I write because I want to improve myself
I write because I want to be remembered
I write because I lost someone and I have to fill up the space he left
I write because.
A poem by the high school group
I write because it allows my imagination to run wild
I write because James Dashner killed off Newt
I write because my suburban American life is boring
I write because people need a new idol
I write because it’s fun
I write because my teacher asked me too
I write because I want the world to meet my fantasies
I write because chicks dig writers
I write because I have to—not writing feels like not breathing and I am a fish out of water without it.
I write because I can.
I write because descriptions are easier on a page than out loud.
I write to get better at it.
I write because my worlds come to life
I write because I wake up at night and find my hands and mind wanting to create something and I can’t seem to stop them.
I write because I want to read
I write because of unicorns
I write because I want to improve myself
I write because I want to be remembered
I write because I lost someone and I have to fill up the space he left
I write because.