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Horizon 2017
Journal 2
The rain sloshes beneath my feet as I walk down the dimly lit path. As I methodically lift each foot to take continual steps the rain hits the back
of my legs. The bittersweet, pungent scent of rain fills the air around me
as I slowly inhale and exhale. The light breeze shakes the raindrops off of the tree leaves, pitter pattering onto my umbrella. The noise makes me imagine a bright fairy taking dainty steps across my umbrella. I look down to see the leaves crunching into a million pieces beneath the force of my steps. The way the color of the leaves swirled together reminded me of the paintings that hung in my office. You see, I work a boring office job. I repeat the same meticulous tasks everyday, like a robot. To put it in short, I do not enjoy life. The path underneath me shows my reflection—a watery mirage of myself, swirling and distorting my so familiar face. I stopped right then and there as a feeling of dread overcame me. I knew something was wrong about this image of me. Right before my eyes my face started to transform into something otherworldly. My gentle, brown eyes turned the color of the sun and expanded in size as a sharp pain spread throughout my head. I reached my hands onto my head to feel sharp ridges over my scalp as I pulled clumps of my now falling hair out. I looked into my palms to see my ginger hair engulfed by my now black claws. My lips started to stretch as the taste of blood spread throughout my mouth, my teeth one by one fell into the morphing puddle before me to be replaced by jagged fangs. My whole life was crumbling before me as I stood alone- A monster.
Amanda Nill ’18
One Was Scared, The Other Was Observant
One was scared, and the other was observant.
One felt a blade move near her throat,
And the other felt an earthquake within her chest.
One gauged the soul hidden behind icy blue eyes,
And the other struggled to keep those icy blue eyes emotionless. One marveled at the flush of red life in another’s cheeks
And the other felt her cheeks burn.
One admired the curls of gold hair that hung over her.
The other wished that that troublesome hair would stay out of her eyes. One noticed the reflection of herself against gleaming silver.
The other’s mind was too clouded with worry to notice such a thing. One’s life was in the other’s hands.
She was observant.
The other’s hands held a life more fragile than glass.
She was scared.
Alyssa Lizzini ’18
I Am Soccer Cleats
I am colorful and young but I am also worn and old I wonder will I ever be a part of something greater I hear the loud whistle blowing
I see green grass
I want to be the very best
I am colorful and young but I am also worn and old
I pretend to be one of the greatest
I feel special that you chose me
I touch the creativity of young soccer players
I worry one day I will fall apart
I cry after a hard fought battle, things still didn’t go our way I am colorful and young but I am also worn and old
I understand that I may never be the best
I say that I will do whatever it takes to prove that wrong I dream of inspiring others
I try to support others
I hope this fight isn’t for nothing
I am colorful and young but I am also worn and old
Zack Schloemer ’17
The Brave
I walk through the cemetery Candles strike through the darkness Looking for a man from the obituary Comforted by the stillness
He was a great man
He died to protect
But God had a plan
And it’s something I must accept
I walk up to the grave
I just begin to pray
He was extremely brave
That’s one thing I can say
Tears stream down my face
As I grieve his loss
He’s in a better place
I look at my necklace and touch my cross I start to walk away
Comfort flows over me
I think of him everyday
He was only forty
May he rest in peace
And his family be eased
And God, protect all police
No more families bereaved
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