By Krystael Castro “Await no more a word or sign from me. Your will is straightened, free, and whole — and…
There’s something strangely dehumanizing about staring at a beige locker, ass aching as you sit on a cold, waxed tile floor.
Grade 12 Student Artemis J. shares her beautiful art with The Golden Falcon.
Wouldn’t it be great to be an asparagus fern?
To sit on someone’s windowsill and grow and taste the sun and be watered as soon as your soil is dry?
You don’t have to think, you just do.
You won’t spend time with writer’s block, sitting at a computer
“Jared and I always spend our weekend summer nights playing pool at the local bar.”
“Forty-eight hours and you’ll get to go outside again.”
“The President cranks out more bots as his war draws closer.”
By Justin Shapiro I – HIS WRATH For years he walked the ides of the free, turned to ashes by…
Ben sat in his car, staring at the dash. He wasn’t ready to go back to Pascal. Too many questions, not the right answers.
Waged a war inside her brain
Octavian vying for the throne
The next day I get up and go to work. I wash the floors, I clean the toilet
bowls, I refill the soap.
“I started training with my older brother and we go at it, but today he seemed off, he had a look in his eyes I didn’t recognize.”
“Three up from the bottom she sees her name, “Julie Pawper, age 17, legs.'”
A film commentary on “Love of Violets”; a scene from New York, I Love You.
Music Directorate is made up of music students whose goal is to spread the sound of school spirit around the school.
A melancholic short story about a lonely giant.
I hate the number three, I’m impulsive and I might have loved him.
On this spooky holiday, Forest Hill was filled with spirit! Here are some of the highlights.
A true story.