All the Colors of Insanity

By Anonymous Artwork by Bianna Ochola, Grade 11 They were watching, they were always watching. She mused with a hint of irony in her thoughts as she watched those tremendous big eyes blinking back at her. She had been put into an asylum however, nobody knew why. As far as they could tell she wasContinueContinue reading “All the Colors of Insanity”

Yellow Flower

By Gayoung Cha, Grade 9 Artwork by Alessandra Veveiros, Grade 11 Water was shiningI was riding a boatIt was a warm springI was looking at the waterfall Water was swooshing and clinking,Like whispering to my earsHitting the rocks and whacking the waves,Like forcing me to go through the waterfall,I went through the waterfall Splash,Then IContinueContinue reading “Yellow Flower”

Murder in the Alps

By Anonymous Artwork by Maya Davis, Grade 10 On a cold stormy night in a small town in the alps, a siren wailed through the night, interrupting the tranquil quiet. People stirred in beds, peered out windows or through front doors while suddenly remembering they had to water their vegetable garden at that exact moment.ContinueContinue reading “Murder in the Alps”

Change

By Anonymous Change starts but never ends,Drops ripple and never settles,Fires were spreadBy those who read ,And fires never die.They light up the nightAs stars in the fight. Against the vast,The pristine void,Of cold flakesWith the old,A little yellow in the snow,Will make the winds blow,Blow sparks anew. For fire never dies,Its spirit leaves,For theContinueContinue reading “Change”

you / yellow / yearning

By Anonymous your favourite colour is yellow. i remember how my heart skipped a beatwhen you told me, back whenall i knew about you wasthe kindness in your eyes,and the way your voice sounded,almost out of breath,when you said hello for the first time. yellow fits you, with yourgolden smile, your dandelion eyes,your butterscotch hair.ContinueContinue reading “you / yellow / yearning”

The Swan Maiden

by Anonymous Spring was just settling in from the last breaths of winter’s hymn. Green buds blossomed from the snow and peach trees flowered like bridesmaid-boughs in soft-pastel dresses. Frozen rivers melted and slowly trickled down beds of rock and mossy green. Spring came, as did the swans. Aurelia sat in the bare wintry wandsContinueContinue reading “The Swan Maiden”