List of 20 news stories.

• Apologies

  Kainda Nzinga '25
  We sat there. Clenched knuckles and gritted teeth. Knocked out baby ones in bags under our respective pillows...
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• art museum

  James Jeffery '22
  Shipyard silhouetted against the sunset 

  calm yellows and muted oranges hold hands and whisper friendship to each other

  impassioned reds dance with the blues and blacks of a bruised autumn evening

  above the ocean so serene it sings the ships to sleep...
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• black and blue

  Anonymous
  I ooze with 

  almost there! and close enough. 

  Mediocracy infiltrates my life and seeps through the cracks of my deficiencies. It hardens and solidifies
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  Brick Tiled

  Eesha Rao '22
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• Courte improvisation

  Charles Wang '22
  Masses noires tremblant dans la rue 

  Capuches humides couvrant la chevelure

  Une chaîne lourde toujours tendante...
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• Driftwood

  Julia Murphy '23
  There are some people

  who emanate warmth

  from their smiles...
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  Futility

  Maya Junkins '21
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• Homework Help

  Ramey Harper-Mangels '21
  (As the lights rise, we see a split stage. On one side is Charlie’s room, as well as Charlie. This side of the stage is a bedroom. There is a desk upstage and a bed downstage, perhaps a chest of drawers or a bookshelf. Everything is neat and efficient. There are a modest number of scholastic awards, as well as a keyboard, music stands, and a couple of instruments. Charlie is working at the desk, and finishes with a flourish. Charlie sighs, stands, files the homework, then crashes on the bed exhausted...
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  horizon; Thom; viewpoint

  Michael Latshaw '24
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• I Was Asked to Write Freely

  Ranease Brown '21
  Free write, 

  With liberty put thoughts to paper 

  Exercise the few rights you have in response to the rights that you don’t...
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• I wish you had brought me flowers

  Abigail Murphy '23
  It was weird flying again.

  I had to sit on the aisle seat

  The man next to me wanted to sit in the window.

  Said it would help his arthritis...
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• Mars

  Prairie Resch '21
  Tell me the stories

  Of those far-off shores,

  Of distant planets...
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• no longer suspended in water

  Anonymous
  The steam surrounding me escapes through the open shower door. Stepping out, I am hit by a wall of cold air. My reflection catches me off guard and I shudder. There is a grown up staring back at me. As I reach for my towel, jarring nostalgia takes over. 

  I am six again. It’s bath time, and I watch my mother unplug the drain. The residue of the day, which was once on my skin, swirls into the abyss. I watch as my bath toys reach the bottom of the tub, along with my whole body. I am no longer suspended in water...
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• Retribution

  James Jeffery '22
  I once dreamt of you and I in India.

  Your smooth face and my beaten one

  Slipping in and out of crowds...
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• Self-Portrait

  Maisie Bilston '22
  I am the yellow light that pools in the corners of hollow houses

  Slips and slides, sweet honey on polished empty floors.

  I am your reflection in the mirror in the hallway...
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• The Guardian

  Evan Migdole '22
  I’ve walked this route at least a hundred times, but this Friday afternoon was different. It started at lunch. My stomach felt strange as if a tornado had moved in and I could barely swallow my waffles and chicken nuggets. My friends were laughing about something, but I was so distracted by my own thoughts, that I wasn’t following the conversation. I usually try not to laugh or smile anyway because of my dimples. I’ve never liked them...
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• The Monster in the Woods

  Anonymous
  I’d waited a year to see the June sun reflect on the lake—the feeling it brought each summer was indescribable. I stared out the back seat window, letting my phone drop to my lap as the unparalleled sense of belonging overshadowed the blue light’s magnetism.

  “Honey,” my dad said in his irritating, sing-songy voice, “remember to write to us when you get the chance. Your sister cried every day last year because she missed you so much.”

  I stared over at Caroline, her innocent little pigtails protruding from her skull. I wanted to pull them...
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  The Young Monarch

  Abigail Murphy '23
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  Rachael Huang '23
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  Untitled

  Ava Maccaro '24
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