Come close, I’ll tell you a secret
There’s a place, that nobody knows Follow the butterfly, see where he goes Down the willow garden Through the weeping sea Up, on the mountain top The place will be Next to the ice, where dead men sleep Tread carefully, make sure to creep If you wake, the forgotten souls You too, will join them, lost, and alone Tread in the willow garden, through the soft marsh Do not drink from the river, even if your tongue is dry It may seem appetizing but I swear, the water is harsh If you do not heed my warnings, then surely, your neck will hang high The butterfly will guide you, his colors bright But do not dawdle, his temper his slight Keep your eyes on the path, and do not waver If your eyes slip, you’ll perish I wager By: Nicolas Crafton - 11th grade
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A girl in a house
a house with teeth a house with demons they never sleep The Windows are shattered The glass on the floor If mother could see- but she can't care anymore The parents are lost been birthed not once, but twice and these new people well they aren't very nice The babies are quiet mother put them to bed father bid adue With a kiss to the head So now it's just us We count one two three except that third does not include me and so there’s a girl in the house a house with teeth a house with demons and I never sleep I watch them, I watch them those with the blackest of hearts With faces that smile while they tear you apart By: Rin Davis - 11th grade The room was eerily quiet. Flood boards creaking, winds whistling, clocks ticking through the air like it had been all October. Allison sat alone in the corner of the moonlight room, long raven hair illuminated as it shadowed, mirroring her fears. It had been a long month, and it wasn't getting any shorter
Tick-tock, the clock grew louder. She thought of the figures that towered her into insanity. Tick-tock She tried to forget them as she slowly lost her mind. Tick-tock By: Kate Moou - 10th grade If there is no man, then who is that man? I rise out of my grave with my heart on my actual sleeve. My congregation of family members can't believe it: they look at me like an inhuman marvel of science, like a jackrabbit transfigured before their eyes. My mom shrieked and leapt away. My father petrified. My grandmama, bless her heart, fell back into her wheelchair with the rest of the clan gathered around her worried for her sake. I stood there contently, unmoving, just looking. I had no fear about me. I was bemused. I stood on my hospital bed, not blinking, not moving, I just stood. My mother shrieked, my father reeled, and my grandmama, bless her heart, passed out. I was covered in dirt, awake from my coma.
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Madeline PowersI am a NC sophomore, with a passion for writing and photography. I plan to study at NYU and get a degree in journalism. I hope to one day become a travel journalist. Archives
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