The Pyle Inside

“The Message of Life” By: Stephen Lyons

The Man himself lastly shows his face, filled with utter pain. The evil hatred wind blows from all the fires burning, across what you call home. The Man stands and screams with dying breath, “I will never give in.” And, as the ancients had prophesied, The Man thrust his hands to the ground as he […]

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“Racing Turtles” By: Sydney Miller

Racing Turtles Based on ‘The Turtle’ by Mary Oliver The old, silvery-haired woman eased herself down on the uncomfortable blue bleachers. She pulled her dark green sweater around her and scanned the crowd of girls standing near the start line. Most of them were talking to each other, but one girl stood apart from the […]

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“Nature” By: Sydney Miller

“Nature” By: Sydney Miller The sea is many things – but, alas, the sea cannot see. And therein lies the fault of the sea. The sky is many things – but, alas, the sky cannot fly. And therein lies the fault of the sky. The hillside is many things – but, alas, the hillside cannot […]

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“Spring Break” By: Sydney Miller

“Spring Break” By: Sydney Miller Counting down the minutes Tick tick tick Fingers drumming on the desks Tick tick tick People sitting on the desks Tick tick tick Binders slamming on the desks Tick tick tick Everyone talking about their plans Blah blah blah Only one thing I want to do Blah blah blah There’s […]

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“Let It Go” By: Sydney Miller

“Let It Go” By: Sydney Miller I climbed out of bed and ran into the bathroom. “No,” I whimpered to the girl in the mirror. She wasn’t me: she had ratty hair, puffy eyes and no smile. You could tell she felt pain. I didn’t feel anything. Why was it that day? Why couldn’t it […]

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El Perritio By: Naren Roy

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“A Friend” By: Gwen Arbetman

“A Friend” By: Gwen Arbetman Right next to me is a friend, Next to me is always a friend A friend beside me to comfort me And make me laugh A friend to defend me And to protect me And to tell me I am pretty And to watch Mean Girls with for the 30th […]

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“The Poem” By: Naren Roy

I entered this poem- in this contest it didn’t work out so well, The judges looked over it didn’t look twice- for they were just too bored  to tell whether ’twas acceptable…   for the folks of the respectable public to deem it perceptible so that they could tell in which receptacle that poem Be […]

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“The Fall” A Poem by Hillary Dunkley

The Fall She fell The frozen ice was thin Although the world was bleak The water was glacial Pricked her eyes Hugged her body whilst it was numbing Yet, she accepted the latitude Comforted it Let the bleak water absorb her zeal And the raw freeze spread in her veins She grew numb She sank […]

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The Bubble By: Sydney Miller

sitting there you’d think a time bubble should last for all time but the bubble will pop and the feeling will die and boxes will be packed and farewells will be said and new halls will be walked and new faces will be shown but no faces remind her of them those few the ones […]

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