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FICTION
Chicken Pot Pie
Katie Martin '25 In the small house by the sea Bought by my grandpa decades ago Where the salty air always flows Carrot stab at celery in...
A Sunny Visit Back Home
Lauren Sass '26 Today is the day circled on the kitchen calendar in firecracker red ink. It is our first weekend down the shore,...
Flight Alternate Ending
Stella Lee '23 I close my eyes but don’t open them. I know that I’m not in my father’s body because the stinge of alcohol doesn’t bother...
Children's Crusade
Stella Lee '23 A blue sky fractured, and the pellets imply that the privates are in command. Lines come forth from the majestic pines I...
Bob Vessay
Abe Geissele '25 Down a muddy trail, rocks strew about, James rode. The Kind fall air brushed over every inch of his skin. Black dirt...
Letter: Holden to Phoebe
Omar Sharif '25 Dear Phoebe, Hey, how's your day going? My day has been the same, old, boring day. I am writing to you since the...
A Memory of Pain: Fear Rests Within
Daniel Shin '24 I had just turned old enough to take out my new bike for a swing in my neighborhood and I was thrilled. I could feel my...
The Horrors of Cancel Culture
Ms. Evan's period F class wrote a script based on their take of Black Mirror episodes.
Monologue from Playwright Day
Eliza Meth'23 What am I afraid of? Why should I be afraid of anything? Evergreen is safe, we are here to serve the animals and protect...
Fantasy Monologue
Justin Wang'22 History Teacher Fjord: What are we so afraid of? An excellent question that possesses so many answers to it. Of course, we...
A Decade of Destruction
Dennison Qu'21 Strolling down by the nearby village, just under a mile from home, Ryan pays his usual visit to his friend’s house. It was...
A War-torn World is Still a Small World
Olivia Pacitti'22 Gerard Pacitti here, Corporal in the U.S. Army. I lived all around Europe and I immigrated to the United States at 13....
April 2nd, 1976
Maya Altimany'22 Dear Journal, How could my grandpa have gone to prison? How! My father described him as this intellectual man who became...
Black Skin
Cianni Williams'20 The ground was cold under their feet. The crows sang their haunting melody as they lowered her father’s body into the...
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