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Too Slow, Too Fast

August 1, 2018 7:56pm | Poom Siripakorn

Based on Brown Girl Dreaming: End of Summer by Jacqueline Woodson Too fast to let the summer leave us, we meet, talk, walk, play together at 100th Exeter Summer it might be the last time that we will not see each other again. The first week of the summer, it felt like everything is very slow and boring. Some of us even homesick. Now, we nearly reach the end of 2018 summer. It will feel slow during the rst week, Mr. Schieber says. But the rest of the summer, time will fly and you will…

Faith in Fate

July 18, 2018 6:25pm | Derin Kutlay

It wasn't Britain's fault Neither your ancestors' nor yours It was how it all started, with fire And how it will all end in ice Not in the two poles but in our hearts. How we would die alone, a prophecy foretold How Anne would die violently, how Henry wouldn't remain victorious Told before Samuel met Lilith, Adam met Eve Now that you aren't here anymore, God stands beside your bed With luck and charm clear in the corner Wiping tears from laughter as the other's plan…

Broad Face

July 11, 2018 8:32pm | Derin Kutlay

I could really like a romantic pastoral life With the pastel pink aesthetic And a lovable farmer, hills of serene white grass A church we attend every Sunday Red cheeked children running along the erased and redrawn corners of lakes But there is the ignorance, the apathy Something inside twisting and turning to break away free A spit on the graves of close minded mayors And another on every alive and robust fellow With no admiration to the starry night, or its god. …

Where I am From

August 5, 2015 8:56pm | Isabella Luciani Abouhamad

Sunny and pretty days surround me, “click, click” photographs everywhere. I feel locked in a bubble, full of blue skies and pretty smiling faces. I am from the beauty of mountains, that cover you with a hug every morning. I am from family and friends, from pictures that keep memories. I am from helping others without expecting something back. From dedication and hard work. From a place full of heroes and leaders, but also from big lies and injustice. Peopl…

This I Believe

August 5, 2015 8:33pm | Angelica L. Martini

Sunsets amaze me. Moving water moves me. Walks in the park trail me around the world. I find myself in nature quite often. I like getting lost for the most part, and sometimes in my doubts the sun always finds me with its warmth. Though many say that things in nature mainly look the same, I’ve learned in time that if you look closely enough you will find that everything has uniqueness. A lot of the uniqueness can be found where many of us forget to look. I look at the world the way I look at …

Where I’m From

August 5, 2015 8:31pm | Mariana Sofía Torres

I am from the most beautiful place I have ever seen, from the shout of one lonely star. I am from the perennial summer, from mountains and cool breezes to blue waters and palm trees. I am from rice and beans. I am from the reds and blues, from the eternal fight that has brought us doom. I am from salsa music and laughter, from the island of enchantment. I am from tainos and conquistadors, from the roar of the mighty lion, the golden mascot that brings us pride. I am from t…

The Birthday Gift

August 5, 2015 8:29pm | Selina (Ziwei Pan)

It’s my birthday again. This year, I have something that I really want as a present. Not a shinning dress or another Barbie doll for little kids, but something that fits my new status as a student in primary school. I’ve thought about it for almost a month! And this idea actually kept me up all night and I can’t even focus on my favorite cartoon show! Right now I am restless and worried ---- I need to say it out loud, otherwise I will feel sick and insane because this strong will is calli…

Where I’m From

August 5, 2015 8:29pm | Selina (Ziwei Pan)

I am from the red scarf, From glittering hairpins and dresses. I am from the warmth of my mother’s arm. The lullaby she used to sing me at night. I am from notes of music, Mozart and Chopin, From the masterpieces they created in history. I’m from the rattle of rice wine bottles, The tastes of sweet porridge and bitter black tea. I’m from the woods in the backyard, From bristle grass and scholar trees, Even the rhythm when their bodies swing in the wind. I am from sunshine…

Waves

August 5, 2015 8:23pm | Leanne Lin

Boom! The waves crashed against the shore loud, powerful and strong. Thunder wiped away the oars, as the ocean sang fearsome songs. An unlucky passenger gets lost at sea, in the midst of eternity. No one would listen to her mournful plea, knowing that it was the end of her journey. The waves howled and pranced. The clouds darkened up the sky, as the waves advanced. The unlucky passenger cried, “who will help me?” She yelled out “Will anyone answer my plea?” Alas her voice …

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August 5, 2015 8:22pm | Ranon Larpcharem

I hear the waves drum upon the shore And the birds singing their harmonious tune I hear the whales roar And the drizzling Thai rain of June. I feel the warm, chunky sand And the sun’s presence comforting me I feel the presence of the glamorous land As I glance at the stunning blue sea. I see the foamy waves crash upon the sandy shore And the crowds of people sprawled among their blankets, Soaking the sun’s rays I see dolphins swim among the shores, hoping they’ll bring more …