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Soul

Soul

Ellie Voge, Quill Editor

October 10, 2018


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  The place where you keep your identity safe and alive. My soul is alive and full of creativity. I feel on top of the world. One second later I’m losing the light in front of me that has been there since I can remember. The things that come naturally to me are always somewhere ...

Back to School

Back to School

Apollo Oase, Staff Poet

October 9, 2018


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Summer begins with sleeping in Camping, boating, setting up a tent Fishing, bug spray, time well spent   Road trip to Grandma’s far away Hiking, cooking, learn a new song Netflix, gaming, here we belong   Playing at the beach on a sunny day Swimming, surfing, playing in the sand ...

Song of Courage

Song of Courage

Lila Lindberg, Poetry, 7th Grade

October 9, 2018


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… I miss home, This isn’t home, not yet I’m overwhelmed I am confused I don’t understand   Then I look up at the sky All is still It is beautiful It will never fall So neither will I   I will get up I don’t care about the drama, or rumors This is all me ...

Greenville: The Utopian City Turned Dystopian

Greenville: The Utopian City Turned Dystopian

Kacee Wells, Fiction, 8th Grade

October 9, 2018


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Greenville was a city created to solve the pollution crisis. There were the good years, the lost years, and the last year. I was one of the three founders. The other two fell to greed. I was always a natural born leader, but that's the problem. So was Glenn. Let’s just say she wanted to lead, just h...

Labels

Labels

Abigail Noll, Poetry, 6th Grade

June 5, 2018


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Hot vs Cold, Left vs Right, Female vs Male, North vs South, Democrat vs Republican, White vs Black, Gay vs Straight, Why do we let these labels define us? Why can’t we live in peace? Brother vs brother, Sister vs Sister, Caught up in a war, Blinded by the fog. Unable to put differences a...

Broken

Broken

Madeline Rock, Poetry, 7th Grade

June 4, 2018


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The roses may be a capturing red, But they’re covered in thorns. Violets may be a vibrant blue, But so are the tears of the one who mourns.   I look out of the window, Hoping to see something. Anything. A miracle rising from the ashes, Something worth of self-healing.   But nothin...

Where I’m From

Where I’m From

Emaan Olia, Poetry, 7th Grade

June 1, 2018


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I’m from the memories I share To the people I care It might take a while But I’ll go the extra mile   I”m from the goals I try I’ll always get high There is no limit So I’m just gonna fly   I’m from the music I love To the cold winter gloves The pla...

Lightning

Lightning

Apollo Oase, Poetry, 7th Grade

May 21, 2018


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On a lonely island Surrounded by turquoise waters In the middle of the peaceful sea, I explored the inland trails Under a bright blue sky. The midday sun Beat upon my skin. Little vegetation Covered the desert island And offered no shade. I squinted into the sun’s bright rays. Off in the ...

The Society We Live In

The Society We Live In

Suaad Dualle, Poetry, 7th Grade

May 2, 2018


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Roses aren’t always red & violets aren’t exactly blue, the society we live in never seems to speak the truth. Smiles aren’t always happy & frowns aren’t always upset. People judge too quickly                                                         ...

Dogsledding on a snow day

Dogsledding on a snow day

Apollo Oase, Poetry, 7th Grade

April 19, 2018


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Outside Branches bend down from the snow Streets covered in white. Excited huskies howl in my backyard Ready to run.   I harness the dogs And attach the gang line To the sled while the dogs jump in the air. Excited huskies howl in the street Ready to run.   And ...

Caged

Caged

Kendra Engelbrecht, Fiction, 8th Grade

April 11, 2018


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There's a certain energy that can be felt in the pet store at night.  It's when the hamster cage awakens. Sounds of exercise wheels and loud squeaks echo throughout the building.  Martin, a small tan hamster digs his way out of the tunnel he had built. His bedding materials were beginning to be very dirty...

Ding

Ding

Abby Noll, Poetry, 6th Grade

April 11, 2018


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Ding, I hear my phone ring, I want to check it, I need to check it, The temptation, to pick it up and just take a little peek. What’s in my notifications? This is ripping my focus apart, I want to check it desperately, Just one minute, But I know, Once I check there’s no going back, My soul...

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