The clock struck midnight as junior Rett Palecek uneasily sat in his chair, contemplating whether or not to go on with studying for his semester exams. He had already been studying for about three hours, but he still felt a little anxious about whether he was going to do as well as he wanted to….
The Red Cup by Jackson Smith The dishes are washed and heated, in a routine the dishwasher knows best. The red cup, along with the microwavable plates, the rusty spoons, and the chipped knives, are treated the same. They are all abused by the power, of the rapid water deteriorating their skin. What would Grandmother…
A Dream by Conor Brown I dreamt of nothing wrong last night. I woke up happy but remembered I can’t really fly. You don’t exist until I escape from my life In the abyss of pictures only in my mind. I battle monsters but in reality, I can’t fight. I ruled the world but then…
Vol. 1 by Carson McKay I remember one thing from preschool. Just one thing. I remember that adrenaline pumping, Velcro shoe stomping, Four-year-old heart thumping feeling— As I ran from someone, On the playground— In a high-speed pursuit chase, In the game of tag. But that feeling died, Along with our class fish, When I…
For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed about graduating from Catholic High. I have always been the kind of person who is excited about the future, but I will never forget how much I have grown over the past four years. Coming here on my first day of freshman year, I was…
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” -Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities Perhaps one of the most quoted lines for closing speeches, Dickens’ words have become cliche to use, but that doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t have any meaning. I would be lying if I said I didn’t…
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