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Suffocation

By Sky Reynolds Staff Writer It’s interminably dark, damp, a dungeon, Suffocating, layers of boredom, Scattered papers, paper upon papers, A distant cry, oxygen is somewhere. Looking for me, festering idiocy, No one in sight, never-ending night, My wide eyes, widening shut, I stare Flickered sunlight, light beyond lights Revitalizing, dances of stardom It’s freshly...

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Duty Calls

By Austin Kaufman Staff Writer I have a serious problem… I own thirteen wallets and counting. I know what you’re thinking – but let me just put your mind at ease. I’m not a shopaholic that has a wallet to match every outfit I own and I’m not a thief either. These wallets aren’t even...

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Marmalade

By Atia Anwari Staff Writer Oh marmalade! The sweet honeysuckle thrill of taste. The smear of its immaculately robust filled fruit with rich color on top of cream butter and freshly baked bread. The treat you wake up to after a long and cold winter night.  Oh marmalade! My seasonal joy! A peace of my...

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Red Giant, Blue Giant

By Chris Chae Staff Writer And there were two giants. One red, one blue, and they were the best of friends. They lived on the mountain next to the village. The blue giant was loved by the people. Kids would climb up his burly body and run through his forest of hair. Dads would ask...

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Summer

By Clara Seely-Katz Section Writer When the sun seeped into Our skin, Causing fatigue Mixed with bubbly Hysterical Joy. When ice cream, Cookies, When sherbert Made our day. I see young moms, Struggling with pins, Their curls spilling over their peeling shoulders. Sunscreen Was interchangeable with Oxygen. Boy Same as Girl. The cold water Was...

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Doughnut

By AVERY KNOWLTON Staff Writer       He stood there motionless, dumbly staring at his screen. Eyes glazed and thoughts fogged in an oblivious stupor, he was unaware of the myriad minds mingling within the surrounding walls. In fairness, he never stood a chance. Not even a full set of brain cells could ever...

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I Love You Too Mom

by CHRIS CHAE Staff Writer “Have fun, I love you son.” “I-” I stumble. “I lo-” I stutter. “Okay” I give up.  I hate those words.  It’s just 4 words. I love you too. But they’re just so hard to say.  Whenever they try to roll off my tongue, they just fall. They trip over...