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Bloomery Pike Pass

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 16:23

Michael Pivovarov

Any Way You Want It

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 16:22

Michael Pivovarov

Crisp

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 16:20

By Lexis Franklin (AF)

Not all thoughts are true

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 16:19

by Laura G

Pawpaw Tunnel Trail

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:51

Michael Pivovarov

Kirigami

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:44

Lily Rei

Trust the timing of your life

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:42

by Laura G

Untitled

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:41

Michael Pivovarov

Skid and Pump

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:39

by Gavin A

Pear Blossoms

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:37

Lily Rei

The Jewel of Winter

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:36

By Lily Rei Brown

Since she was young, Takara had always loved jewels. She thought of jewels as little pieces of the sun, descended onto the Earth. However, Takara came from a poor family, and they owned no real jewels, and in her whole life, she had never actually held one. It didn’t stop her from dreaming, though. She felt as if most girls her age loved jewels just like she did, and dreamed of them as well. Some girls in her class even had their own, but they would never allow her to touch them. She did own a plastic jewel bracelet, and although she treasured it, she still didn’t think it shined as the real thing did. She walked to school that morning with her sister, shivering. It was rather cold this morning… Winter was definitely her least favorite season. It was cold and miserable…. What was even good about it? Another thought soon came into her head.. Today was her birthday. Today she was turning 10, and she was looking forward to the night ahead, as she would have a sleepover party with her friends. But right now, in the bitter cold, she struggled on.

Once she reached school, she let out a happy sigh of relief. The classroom was heated wonderfully, and after being out in that cold, it was blissful. Soon, her friends started to come in. As they walked in, one by one, she was surprised. Not one of them wished her a happy birthday. Didn’t they remember what today was? 10 was a rather special birthday, wasn’t it? They just kept walking in, and sitting down, without a word.

“Good morning.” She said rather timidly, hoping they hadn’t forgotten and only just hadn’t seen her.

“Good morning.” They greeted her and started whispering to each other.

Nothing else was said to her. Takara felt rather down. Her 10th birthday, and no one remembered? Even at lunch, no one mentioned anything. Once school was out, she started to rush out, almost wanting to cry. They at least would come to tonight’s sleepover, wouldn’t they? Or would they forget that, as well? Suddenly, one of her friends started chasing after her.

“Takara!”

She slowed down, and her friends all caught up to her.

“Come with us!” One of Takara’s friends, Chiyuki, grasped her hand and started running. Takara had no idea where they were going…. 

Suddenly, they stopped in front of a house.

“This way!”

They guided her towards a house, with a large icicle hanging down from it. 

Takara’s eyes started shining.

“See! Here it is…. isn’t it pretty?!”

“Do you like it?”

“Takara? Are you okay?”

Takara touched the icicle with her bare hand, feeling a cold that was almost warm. Here it was….

“It’s beautiful…”

The sun was catching the icicle in the perfect way, and it was, it was….. It was like a piece of the sun. It was glittering so purely…

“It’s the jewel of winter.” She smiled, as the winter’s bitter cold all seemed to melt away.

                      The End

Life Despite Necrosis

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:34

Michael Pivovarov

Visage of Europe Through Her Architecture

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:33

Michael Pivovarov

Tiny Town

Sat, 07/02/2022 - 14:31

by Arian Kent

The Nobleman’s Guide to Scandal and Shipwreck

Thu, 06/30/2022 - 17:52

Review by Wren Massey

The Nobleman’s Guide to Scandal and Shipwreck is the third book by Mackenzie Lee following the Montague siblings. This book follows 19 year old Adrian Montague, the youngest of three but the heir to the Montague fortune and title in Britain. Despite his radical ideas and well written pamphlets, Adrian suffers from crippling anxiety that has escalated heavily since his mom died 10 months ago. When his father gives him half of a spy-glass that his mother carried every day up until her death, Adrian becomes obsessed with finding answers about the story behind the glass and his mother’s death.

Personally, I thought this was a really well written book. The main character suffers from a severe mental illness that the author says is based on obsessive compulsive disorder, but this specific diagnosis is never confirmed within the text of the book itself as it is set in the 1700s and said diagnosis did not exist. The book is written in first person which give us a direct look into Adrian’s spiraling thoughts, which may be triggering for some, especially during moments of suicidal ideation and delusions. Despite this very heavy description I have just given, the book is honestly very campy, with a cast of radical characters who live on the fringes of society (including pirates, of course). 

This is definitely a young adult novel as it features a 19 year old who spends the novel finding himself in the world. However, my earlier warning applies and if suicidal ideation and strong delusions are triggering, I would suggest skipping this book.

When the Moon Was Ours

Sun, 06/12/2022 - 20:00

Review by Wren Massey

When the Moon Was Ours is a standalone novel by Anna Marie-McLemore. The book follows Miel, a girl who was found by the town after she fell out of a water tower and grows flowers from her wrist. Sam, her best friend, was the first to befriend her, making moons that hang between their homes as they grow up. This strange pair is targeted by las gringas bonitas, the Bonner sisters. The four sisters, famed for their ability to make any boy fall in love with them, want something from Miel, her roses, which they believe have magic abilities that can solve their problems.

I absolutely loved this book, it feels like a modern fairy tale. McLemore’s style of writing is infused with romantic descriptions made with beautiful images of nature. Not a single character feels underdeveloped, playing with both real life issues and ones that can only exist in this fantasy world. While the language can make it hard to understand what is happening at times, it just adds to the magic of the story. And despite this “flowery” language, McLemore still manages to cover heavy topics in a delicate way without undermining their seriousness. 

I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys fantasy or magical realism. It weaves the two together in such a way that it’s easy to forget the magic isn’t real. However, I would not advise less mature audiences to read this as it does cover heavy topics such as discrimination in very real ways. 

Sunsets are the definition of perfection

Wed, 06/08/2022 - 20:00

By Laura G

Twenty Reasons To Stay and One To Go

Sun, 06/05/2022 - 20:18

By Ethan Yamashita

Because when people talk about how horrible it is that Peter Pan would never grow old and become an adult, I wish I could be Peter Pan. 

Because as I watch the top shelf of the pantry, the place where my parents would always hide my birthday presents when I was smaller, get closer and closer every year, it feels like a part of me is dying. 

Because I can no longer crawl into my bed and pull up the covers to hide from what I’m scared of. 

Because the future scares the crap out of me. 

Because my parents told me to look at colleges in far-off places like Arizona and California, and I felt every mile in between there and home. 

Because if I struggle to choose whether I want to eat at Olive Garden or Chipotle on my 18th birthday, there’s no way that I can choose what to major in, where to live, or what I’m going to do with my life. 

Because I drove by myself for the first time, and as I drove down the highway, rain hitting the windshield and Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car coming out of the speakers, it hit me all at once that my childhood, the person I am right now, was about to meet its end.

Because school never taught me how to file my taxes. 

Because fear of failure drives me the same way a cheetah drives a gazelle across the savannah. I can’t fail in the future, because if I do, if I fail to be anything or become anything, I would have been better off staying here, remaining a child. 

Because whenever I get ice cream, I no longer ask for sprinkles. I’m “too old” for that. 

Because when I look towards my future, I don’t see a shining beacon of hope. I see crumpled paper balls overflowing from a trash can behind me, and on every single one of them I’ve written “What am I doing?” 

Because I love watching the sunset, and every time the rosy hues fade from the sky and give way to inky black, I’m scared they’ll never return. 

Because when I drove alone again, down that same stretch of highway while the sun was shining bright, everything felt normal, and that felt like murder, like plunging a knife into the heart of my childhood. 

Because I still haven’t learned how to answer “What do you want to be when you grow up?” 

Because the saddest part of a book for me is never when a character dies, it is when the book is over, when all the characters cease to exist. 

Because what is death other than when a life is over? 

Because I’m not sure who I’m going to be after my childhood comes to a close and the book is finished. I don’t know how much is going to be left after the clock comes to take its piece. 

Because “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened” always seemed kinda stupid to me. 

Because when my childhood is over and that part of me has died, will everyone smile while I’m alone, mourning in the corner? 

Because even though I’m scared, even though I don’t know what I’m doing, even though I want to run or hide from something that’s inevitable, I need to move on. With one final period and the flip of a page this chapter of my life is coming to a close, so I better get started on writing the next one.

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Venezia De Jill

Wed, 06/01/2022 - 20:00

Michael Pivovarov

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