Life in Abstract II

Life in Abstract II

March 3, 2015


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Artwork done by Maariyah Ford

Life in Abstract I

Life in Abstract I

March 3, 2015


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Artwork done by Arts & Entertainment editor

Uncertainty-Sonnet I

Uncertainty-Sonnet I

Brandon Young, Creative Arts Editor

March 2, 2015


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My life without her here is dull and gray No one to hug, no escape from this pain If love be so, why then my heart is prey? For this is it? My love to be in vain?   I have seen darkness before, cold and faint And no such sorrow seems to fade away But in this darkness does it...

Ms. Ben-Chetrit Interview

Ms. Ben-Chetrit Interview

Steven Tong, Staff Reporter

March 2, 2015


Filed under Creative Writing, Showcase

Ms. Ben-Chetrit is an art teacher at Birmingham Community Charter High School. In her class, she teaches her students the principles of art: line, color, value, form, shape and pattern. These principles of design are taught to her students so that they can demonstrate their understanding of them....

My Heart’s Erosion

My Heart’s Erosion

Sadie Winterer, Editor in Chief

March 2, 2015


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Dry, encumbered, breathless, and vague. I'm numb to the heat, Breathing deeply.   Eyes drift forward closed and somber, Whipped by the air. Noses stifled, wet, lacking.   The sky grows cold against this dry despair. The mountains grown old against the cold,...

Shy Encounters

Shy Encounters

Brandon Young, Creative Arts Editor

February 25, 2015


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     Many people ask me what it is I like in girls. My answer is always the same. And, they look at me with this puzzled, stupefied look on their faces and expect another word to escape my lips as if what I had just said was a joke.              I waited for Josh after school tha...

Quiet Awakening

Quiet Awakening

Brandon Young, Creative Arts Editor

February 10, 2015


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"Seven years ago:      I spotted her from afar, hanging out with her friends like she normally did during our lunch break. Gosh she was beautiful. She had the most addictive brown eyes you could ever have imagined. Every time our eyes met, I'd feel little a numb. She seemed so nonchalant, yet attentiv...

The Storm is Coming

The Storm is Coming

Brandon Young, Creative Arts Editor

February 7, 2015


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"...The thunder crackled in the distance, carving its way through the damp air. The tidal wave swallowed up the beachfront in front of us, taking out everything in its path. Amber jumped into me, and wrapped her arms around my waist. She burrowed her head into my chest, trying to hide her face from...

From Morning to Mourning

From Morning to Mourning

Sadie Winterer

February 6, 2015


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It was a cool morning, like any morning. All the early birds had left our branches. Sycamore, my neighbor, was especially lush at this time. Ever since I was a sprout, I've always admired Sycamore's thick roots. There's a lot one could tell by a tree's roots. Sycamore had been watching over me ever since...

One and Only

One and Only

Brandon Young, Creative Arts Editor

December 12, 2014


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You're the one I cannot live without This is certain--without a doubt You always seem to put a smile on my face With every sight of your subtle grace You may think you're weird, quirky, and strange But I love that--none of it should ever change You're beautiful in every way, shape or form You're my brightes...

A Vivid Dream That Crept

A Vivid Dream That Crept

Eduardo Romero, Student Writer

October 27, 2014


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It devours that which is now and slowly dies as it passes You never experience that which is, but acknowledge it until it is that which once was That which comes but isn't seen until it is gone   The feeling it leaves behind That melancholy that haunts you Like a vivid dream that...

Gale Force 9

Ellyanne Navas, Student Writer

October 27, 2014


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Tight coils in your shoulders will always reveal your wings.     Soft hair, pink lips, furrowed brow Many forget, that Lucifer was once the angel of beauty The east wind blew and you reveled in the shiver            Branches with hot leaves            grasped for the stars         ...

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