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I Want to Rant to Someone

Michelle Perez, Reporter

January 26, 2017

Filed under Writing

i've been through so much these past two years, and it won't go away i want to rant to someone, maybe they'll make my day but every time i try, i never know what to say i always felt so alone at school, even ...

The Winner is Love

January 26, 2017

Filed under Writing

Its times like this where I begin to doubt God All the pain and the stress is fallin' down on my mom She got cancer Doctors cant find the answer It cant be cured And I cant be sure That i'll wake up tomorrow and she wi...

Poem of the week

Michelle Perez

January 23, 2017

Filed under Showcase, Writing

Poem of the Week By: Michelle Perez The stereotypes don't define me Their opinions can't define me Their words can't confine me I must search until I find me So many problems with society The vision has come and now i s...

Poem of the week

January 23, 2017

Filed under Showcase, Writing

Poem of the Week Three years ago I swore I wouldn't waste no time, no matter the pressure. Because I realized that life is short and time is precious. I promised i’d get it by any means, put myself in a positio...

Mrs. Ethel

Lucas Campoe, Reporter

November 2, 2016

Filed under Showcase, Writing

Mrs. Ethel I started working as a caregiver about three months ago, to help pay for school. It’s not a bad gig; I work straight through the weekends staying with my client, helping her walk, get dressed, making ...

Boy Scouts

Lucas Campoe, Reporter

October 3, 2016

Filed under Writing

One day when I was around fifteen, I decided to go on a controlled camping trip, so that I would get some prizes at the end of the year. Our scout troop owned a campsite up on top of a big, rocky hill. It was just our rotten luc...

A Night To Remember

Paul Niccum

September 29, 2016

Filed under Showcase, Writing

As I slowly awake from my deep slumber, I feel something chilling me. I have not opened my eyes yet but I can smell the distinct smell of bleach. I lunge up and open my eyes and there’s a sharp pain. I have awoken in an old...

The Crusher

Lucas Campoe

September 28, 2016

Filed under Showcase, Writing

  “FOR GOD'S SAKES HIT THE EMERGENCY STOP! HURRY!” I hollered. Chuck was getting eaten by The Crusher. I ran down the catwalk, heart up in my throat, and the metal wire clanged under my boots. Behind me I heard the...

Fireflies

Lucas Campoe

September 21, 2016

Filed under Showcase, Writing

When I was a boy, I lived with my mother in an old house in Georgia. It was small and most spots of it were fairly warm but the asking price was cheap and we needed a home. It wasn’t all that bad though, the place had a pre...

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