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The World

The World

Savannah Brown, Staff Writer

November 14, 2019

My heart is going crazy and beating so fast I feel like I’m about to crash on the floor, I’m on the floor and looking and looking there’s no place to call home. Mass pain, no gain I’m riled up it’s all a game with evil characters and evil people in the world. How can anyon...

Ocean of despair

Ocean of despair

Abigail Noll, Swoop Producer

October 3, 2019

I’m drowning in my thoughts, In an ocean of despair, But I wasn’t always like this, I wasn’t always here. I was walking along an ocean shore, With my feet in the damp sand, When a wave of sadness swept me off my feet, And suddenly I couldn’t breathe, Suddenly I couldn’t speak, Suddenly...

Love is pain, but I love it

Love is pain, but I love it

Tirsit Enbackom, Campus Editor

October 3, 2019

My heart, It beats, pumps, Breaks, repairs, hurts, And many things more. My heart quenches with the Thirst for love, And the pain in it. But how much does one’s love, Tied with the pain, Consume before it snaps? They fade like a shadow illuminated by light, Fade like the falling sunset that...

A Family Trip to Ethiopia

A Family Trip to Ethiopia

Nikoy Rooyakker, Staff Writer

May 6, 2019

It was in the fall of 2018 when the day the rest of my family and I had been waiting for finally arrived. The Rooyakker family was going to Ethiopia.  We had been waiting for this trip for years, and had saved money aside so that we could see my Ethiopian family again. We were flying into the capitol...

Stereotypes

Stereotypes

Justin Cowan, Staff Writer

May 3, 2019

  Black people jump high White No   Black people fast White No   Black thief White No   White smart Black No   White rich Black No   White weird Black No   These not true Not Black or White but all   We all nee...

Memory of Snowfall

Memory of Snowfall

Apollo Oase, Staff Poet

March 18, 2019

Snowfall Fluffy flakes Swirling in wind Delicate six sided crystals Snowflakes dance through the sky Thick white powder blankets the ground Collecting on bare tree branches Ground covered in snow Beautiful and unique Feathery crystals Snowfall...

Soul

Soul

Ellie Voge, Quill Editor

October 10, 2018

  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

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

… 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

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...

Caged

Caged

Kendra Engelbrecht, Fiction, 8th Grade

April 11, 2018

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

Abigail Noll, Poetry, 6th Grade

April 11, 2018

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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