The Pyle Inside

End of the Year!

As another school draws to a close, so does the publishing period. Also, with some other sad news, I Stephen Lyons (Stephano) will be leaving Pyle this year to continue education in high school. I have had a great three years working in the Pyle Inside and at Pyle Middle School. I cannot foresee what […]

“The Pylrue Inside Rebellion” by Brooke McLeod and Sydney Miller

Emperor Prunicus looked around his kingdom’s court. His eyes were focused on the ragged group of outlaws that used to be part of his humble court. There was Leopolean, the petition-loving tyrant who used to advise him on treaties with other kingdoms; Floo-Floo, who was only known as “The Cello Murderer” and usually questioned the […]

“The Ghost’s Beginning” by Connor J. Aaserud

  It was May 1926, when Rayon’s daughter, Naina, and her husband, Roco, told Rayon that in nine months Rayon would be a grandfather. Naina, Roco, and Rayon lived in a small hut on the island of Bora Bora. It would be only one hour until Roco and Rayon would leave for their two-day fishing […]

“Search” by Leopold Bertholet

Though I search, I search in vain. To look once more, to look again, To see with hope what isn’t there I try, then try to seek some more.   As rain the tears of my defeat I find my efforts obsolete, As splatter ink drops from my pen I find that I am lost […]

“Silent Was the Wind” by Leopold Bertholet

Silent was the wind as it all around me blew. Through the waves it slid, through the air it flew, in a rain of falling leaves it soon began to slew, and yet the wind was silent as it all around me blew.

“Tiny Tune” by Leopold Bertholet

Tonight is my nocturnal walk; Of valleys dark and quiet I speak. As I sing I follow paths That lead to daunting mountain peaks.   As I tread on muddy trails My ship through windy verses sails; Of the stars in the sky I rhyme and with my words I fly.   As soon as […]

“Through the Forest” by Leopold Bertholet

Tonight is my nocturnal walk; Of valleys dark and quiet I speak. As I sing I follow paths That lead to daunting mountain peaks.   As I tread on muddy trails My ship through windy verses sails; Of the stars in the sky I rhyme and with my words I fly.   As soon as […]

“The Life of a Man, Who Was A Writer: Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald” by Debkanya Mitra

I What they call the “jazz age,” Lone Hero lived in; Low key livings offstage, Memories that never left him.   What they call the “lost generation,” War never recovered them, Fighting the darkness between escalation; Darkness claimed, and reclaimed his life.   The day that he lost, From all his struggles, Winter’s frost, Coveted […]

A Collection of Photographs

“Stalactite” by Jefferey Zhang