Glass Through the Looking

Artwork by Spade, Grade 10 By Raquel, Grade 10 They say it’s beautiful. But then again, they say a lot of things. They say that through the looking glass, lies Wonderland. They obviously haven’t been here. Mirrors, portals. Hundreds. Everywhere, anywhere. And they all have demons. They dwell in the darkness. Exist solely to torment.ContinueContinue reading “Glass Through the Looking”

Lancelot

Art by Isabel, Grade 10 By Josie, Grade 10 Lancelot rode in on horse,Sturdy, strong, and fair,Hooves heard throughout CamelotInforming he is there.His armor glittering in the sun,Down his back, long hair,As regal as a man could look,But a grim look he bears. To see his radiant king. Entering the castle now,The white knight walksContinueContinue reading “Lancelot”

The Silence

Artwork by Spade, Grade 10 by Anonymous The land was choked in dust, tendrils of wind whipped past stirring the cacophony of debris, as the skeletal figure glided forwards shrouded in a cloak of darkness. A hush of silence descended amongst the crowd of people as they watched, eyes wide with glimmering fear and coiledContinueContinue reading “The Silence”

Sleepless Beauty

By Anonymous Princess Catherine’s bloodshot eyes grew heavy as she flipped through another page in her book. She paused for a moment and sighed before sitting upright, glancing at the clock beside her. Two hands positioned themselves at 2:00, one moving achingly slow and the other not budging. The second hand ticked against the glassContinueContinue reading “Sleepless Beauty”

All Waiting For Tomorrow

By Sharmila, Grade 10 On a cushion of the purest silk rests a round metallic circlet, with intricate designs studded with glistening, multicolored jewels weaving around. In waves, they rise and fall, with the crests forming crescendo of musical grace, the troughs being seemingly no less. It’s an eons-old symphony of elements, tied with meticulouslyContinueContinue reading “All Waiting For Tomorrow”

The Daughter’s Death-Song

By Georgia, Grade 9 Watching the sea, Eileen suddenly understood why her father was so certain that spirits dwelled within each wave. It made sense why her father so revered the subtle undulations of water that before long flourished into waves, which caressed the shore with a touch at once gentle and fierce – soContinueContinue reading “The Daughter’s Death-Song”