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2025 Fall Contest Winner: Hug It Tight
Bella Burnett '28 I asked you, when will I know? When will I be “that” person? When will I be the one with those brilliant ideas, The kind that rush out of people so strongly and quickly, But yet are still so detailed, and meticulously perfected in a blink of my eye. My eye that struggles to see, but still wants to try, I put on my glasses but yet I still find myself asking, When will I be proud? Time blows away, The wind carries what could have been, It’s off somewhere with
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Chocolate vs. Vanilla
Shane Cowley '28 Chocolate vs. Vanilla? An Ice breaker The first thing you get to define. The issue however, It’s never what you say, or how others feel. The issues, are the borders that we trap ourselves in Why should we have to choose? What if we don’t define ourselves, By someone else’s pallet? What if someone wants a mix? A colorful, sweet swirl Or a fudge syrup, swimming among waves of vanilla. Maybe the only thing needed for enjoyment, Is an ooey, gooey, soft serve Runn
The Ocean Blue Dress
Zoe Brownstein '28 The dress is blue as a baby’s smile, layered with imbricate petals that seem so soft, so delicate, as if they are velvet paper. It reminds me of sea spray on a warm summer’s day, when my fingers become prunes from quenching my thirst for water, when a giddy grin would not relinquish my sun-kissed face, and life feels just magical. Yet as I imagine myself putting on that dress, staring in a mirror, I do not see bright, shimmering fish scales e
The Lie in the Bottle
Catalina Urrutia-Lozano '28 An ancient genie in a bottle is the illusion you search for your whole life to grant you three wishes of whatever you please What would you wish for? I spent years searching for the bottle in the scorching silent desert, in the end I realized a genie was never what I really needed. Wishes won’t grant you a happier life they whisper lies, like snakes in sand of something more but don't fall for it Money can buy you happiness but only for a bit
Paper Dreams
Amaya Avery '28 I hung a poster in my room last week. It filled the empty space above my bed I sat back and stared at the slim piece of paper, thinking, wondering, hoping . I tried to ignore it at first But that paper had a grip on me I couldn’t help but stare at it. There it was, what I had dreamed about for years, staring back at me. The picture was clear, a careful depiction of what I wanted, drawing me in endlessly, time and time again. What was it? A sign, of what cou
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