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Sidus Populus: Last of My Kind

Sidus Populus: Last of My Kind

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 25, 2020

The sky is dark, and because it is dark, I, Stella, will soon cease to exist. Even though the sun has gone down, no lights line the streets, there are no clouds in the sky, and it's pitch dark, no stars are visible. They disappeared a few years ago, leaving us with nothing but the sun and ...

Something Different

Something Different

Houseplant, Guest Writer

March 25, 2020

I look up at the first star in the sky, and wish with all my might for life to be different. I can barely see the sky from my vantage point, but the star twinkles in the dusk. Like it's promising me something great, but at the same time, telling me not to get my hopes up too much.

Morning On The Farm

Morning On The Farm

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 25, 2020

Outside is cold, my bed is warm. Outside is work and more work, but inside is filled with cozy luxury. Still, I have to get up.

Christmas of 1944

Christmas of 1944

Linda, Guest Writer

March 25, 2020

Tomorrow was Christmas, the Christmas of 1944. It was going to be a very hard Christmas, in my mind at least, for Father was gone fighting the war and Mother would have to go work in the gun factory, even though it was a holiday.      The tree was standing in our living room of course, I had helped put it there myself. There was only a present per person, wrapped up in newspaper, underneath it, but that didn’t really bother me. The whole reason Christmas felt so messed up was because of Father.

On The Golden Plains of Africa

On The Golden Plains of Africa

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 23, 2020

on the golden plains of Africa there was a certain she-cub who day after day as she grew she watched her lioness mother join in the hunt take down food awe-inspiring graceful and powerful majestic   on the golden plains of Africa day after day as she grew always watching her mother dreaming...

The Gestapo Came

The Gestapo Came

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 23, 2020

I should have resisted, but fear made me quiet. I did not vote for him, but that was all I did to stop him, to prevent his rise. I didn’t resist when the Gestapo took the Jews away, even though I had heard the whispering rumors of mass murder at the camps where they were taken to. When I wr...

Miss Smiley: Cramming on Assignments

Miss Smiley: Cramming on Assignments

Miss Mirthful, Guest Writer

March 23, 2020

Life of a Gerbil

Life of a Gerbil

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 23, 2020

Not again! I groan as my eyes blink open and I find my sister’s foot shoved up in my face. I wiggle out from under her and close my eyes again and try to go back to sleep. But the day is against me. <BEEP BEEP BEEP> The light turns on and a tired-looking girl bends down and turns off th...

Thirteen

Thirteen

Liliana Owen, Journalist

March 23, 2020

I used to think That thirteen was a magical number That when I turned thirteen, All my worries would melt away, That my life would be a fairy tale.   Well, I turned thirteen, Over a year ago, And life is still the same As it was before My thirteenth birthday came.   I thought...

A Storm and a Fear

A Storm and a Fear

A. M. Gilbert, Journalist

February 27, 2020

Buffets of wind pummeled against the wooden paneling of the aged and timeworn timber cabin. Nothing could be observed through the whirlwind of snow rapidly rushing to and fro in the silky blackness of the dead of night. The torrent of the blizzard engulfed the diminutive structure, drumming against it...

Dusty Delirium

Dusty Delirium

Esther Opal, Guest Writer

February 17, 2020

The train station was dark, dusty and lurid. The tainted wooden walls and large metal pillars were longstanding, not helping the dingy vibe the place already gave. These pillars were so old and rusty that they barely held up the balcony shade of a roof; but still, they never failed. Lyra looked up...

Killing November: Book Review

Killing November: Book Review

Aryka Stump, Journalist

January 22, 2020

Killing November is a YA novel by Adriana Mathers. When a family emergency falls upon her family, 17 year old, November, is sent to a private Boarding School full of elite strategists training to be assassins and spies. The Academy Absconditi has no electricity, no internet, and an eye...

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