My Missing Piece

By: Abby Luck

My mind has been awake for a while

The daunting song cried out a sad whimper

As it reverberated around me

I am a puzzle with a missing piece

The brightness of my phone filled the room in an instance

And the clamor of my ringer haunted my brain

But I close my eyes

And finally my brain rests


The call of my relatives wake me

I run upstairs and the news is delivered

A chill ran up my spine

The world around me is light

Happy and Content

But I am dark

But so badly I want to be light

As we leave to visit him

I feel the light consuming me

As I get more excited

When we show up, I run inside

The acidic smell of disinfectant overwhelms me

And the colorless walls surround me

I race up the newly cleaned hospital stairs

The squeak of my shoes against the floor

Fills the building quickly

And I find him

My baby brother

I feel the warmth of family on my skin

And stretch my arms out to hold him

The touch of cuddly flesh on me

My missing piece was found that day

Sunny Side Up

By: Ameera Khan


The rays of the sun

Beating violently on my skin,

Merciless and cruel.

I look around,

Taking in my plentiful surroundings

As I continue to burn.

I see rich, forest green trees

Dancing in the cool, but scarce wind.

Smiling ever so slightly, I turn to see birds with abundant, detailed feathers,

Which seemed softer than silk,

Soaring in the baby blue sky dotted with large, white clouds,

Chirping euphonically, singing magnificently,

As if they were in a musical.

I learn that summer comes with hardships as well as boons

As long as you are willing to appreciate them.

Finally, I look up towards the light

That gives life to us

And cheerfully say to myself

“It’s as if it were a sunny side up.”

The Alpengeist

By: Brogan Haley

I walk to the park                                                                                                                                                                                          My hands sweaty from nervousness                                                                                                                                                          I see the ark                                                                                                                                                                                                    Of the Alpengeist                                                                                                                                                                                          At Busch Gardens

I stand in line                                                                                                                                                                                                My heart sank each time I get closer                                                                                                                                                        To the front of the line                                                                                                                                                                                  Smelling buttery pretzels                                                                                                                                                                            Of the shops around me                                                                                                                                                                              My heart pumping faster and faster

I get on board the Alpengeist                                                                                                                                                                      My heart pumping even louder                                                                                                                                                                  “Bum,Bum!” “Bum,Bum!”                                                                                                                                                                           “Tck,Tck,Tck” the roller coaster                                                                                                                                                                 Going up the hill

We were at the top                                                                                                                                                                                        “Woosh!”  we were screaming on the drop                                                                                                                                              Into a loop, then a corkscrew, then another loop                                                                                                                                  The screams getting louder as the ride continues                                                                                                                                  The Tunnel getting closer                                                                                                                                                                            My throat as dry as a desert                                                                                                                                                                        From screaming on the ride

We reached the end                                                                                                                                                                                      My heart pumping with adrenaline                                                                                                                                                          We get off the coaster                                                                                                                                                                                  Telling  myself  to ride it again



Las Vegas shooting


The Rainbow

There was a storm

A very harsh storm

The rain took away my friends

We had no place to go

Then we saw a cabin and hid in it

While we were hiding

There was a lot of screaming

 We hid as long as we can

Until the storm went away

It happened in a short period of time but seemed so long

People have been killed and injured

But now there was a beautiful rainbow over us

I have never been more happy to see a rainbow.


Gun “Control”

By; Emma karry

Can you hear the kids?

Their parents are screaming

Texts are forever long and never ending

“School is a safe place” though is it true?

Maybe, but the people in it may not be

The kids are running as if they were animals scavenging for life

Phone calls to parents are exchanged

The news is blowing up

This is a tragic thing, but all we have done is publicize everything

When does it stop?

Does it stop when the kids hearts do?

These guns are doing no good

The kids are not either

“They’re okay” as you brush it off your shoulder

But the thing is, these kids are not “okay”

January 20, Winston Salem, North Carolina- May 25,  Noblesville, Indiana

These shootings are spreading like a virus

Are the kids still “okay” or are we  actually ready to do something?

A good day gone bad

By Joseph Edleblute




It was a bright sunny day

The birds were chirping

The breeze had a sweet scent

So sweet you could almost taste it

But suddenly the sky became very dark

The birds stopped chirping

And the wind had a bitter taste and was now howling

The rain started coming down like bullets

Huge bolts of lightning were striking everywhere

But the worst was yet to come

A giant tornado started to rip through trees

And anything that that stands in its path

After it passes everything is quiet

And it is now peaceful with a magnificent rainbow

On top of the clouds

Zach the Sniper

By:Ryan Kime


Zachs in the hilltops, views real nice

Guns loaded, mines blowing, and you know he hits his shots

Temptation growing, fingers aching, asking his teammate to stop talking

You know he hits his shots

360 no scope approaching, you know its that time of the fight

Time to clip it

10 left, hes got it in the bag

Bush camper wants to win

Except he picked the wrong fight

One more time he jumps

Blots out and loaded, all it takes is one

You know he hits his shots

He’s like a sniper

His enemies are his prey

They prey roars in pain as the gun goes BOOM

The guns spraying

Bolts piercing the head as if he was hunting dear

Now doing star power

He got that #1 Victory Royale




Horrible Storm

By Ryan Jack


It was a stormy day outside

It was raining like a bomb field om world war one

I couldn’t get to my car

But i was so hungry

I could eat all the candy in willy wonka

So i decided to run to my car

The rain felt like bullets hitting my head

I was so wet it felt like i was a fish

The water made my clothes soaked

It felt like i was as heavy as a rhino

I fell to the ground

The water drowned me and killed me


” Goody Two Shoes “

By: Taylor Humphries


“Goody Goody Two Shoes!”

The phrase they would claim

Little to knowledge

That the grades left him in pain.


Every embrace, every contact, every kiss

Cutting a cut deeper and deeper

Leaving him far from what you’d call ‘bliss’

Turning into a broken wind up doll

No motivation in sight.


Home is where more pieces shatter

The empty so loud with silence

His throat has no signal;

Drowning out in the sobs he cries

Fear nipping at his skin, making it crawl.


You would never have guessed his situation

The stench of failure lingering

Those fake smiles, deceiving his pained doe eyes

He silently begs for someone to help.


“Just once, open up, and accept the praise!” He’d scream to himself,

But no one hears his pleads.

He needed the love, the care, the affection,

The only cure for the toxin poisoning his mind.


“Goody Goody Two Shoes!”

The phrase they’d claim

But they never noticed

How he was gone

Before it was too late.