Category: Archive
Archived: “Don’t Like Clickbait? Don’t Click” Analysis by Zoey Aldridge (Junior)
“Don’t Like Clickbait? Don’t Click” Analysis Zoey Aldridge (Junior) In the TED Talk “Don’t Like Clickbait? Don’t Click,” which was given in July 2014 by Sally Kohn, she argues that the public needs to change what they click and give their attention to because it feeds impulses and encourages more of those same injustices…
Archived: Anemic Justice by Zoe Coats (Junior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, I’ve been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don’t like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic expressions,…
Archived: Cuddly Kindness by Alexis Winnett (Senior)
Biography: When I think of creating art, I think of creating something that is unique and not of this world. When I was younger, I used art, craft, and creativity to create a world that only I knew the ins and outs of. Different characters, worlds, and creations helped me through the difficult times,…
Archived: In the Grey Area by Zoe Coats (Junior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, I’ve been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don’t like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic expressions, including…
Archived: The Path of Harmony by Leeanna Ramirez (Senior)
Biography: My art is a representation of me, where I can paint whatever my heart tells me to paint. I know that my art isn’t abstract expressionism, but these paintings do carry the meaning behind why I chose to paint these pieces. As an artist, I am expressive, honest, and in tune with what I…
Archived: Ares Bang God of War by Fernanda Torres (Sophomore)
Biography: I was drawn to Aims for the ECA program to save time and money. I especially want to save time so that once I graduate, I can start looking for work in things I’m passionate about. I think art is the best way to express passion, and I started digital art because it…
Archived: Cloudy Reflections by Zoey Aldridge (Junior)
Biography: My name is Zoey Aldridge, and I’m a junior. I had previously been homeschooled, but I came to Early College Academy, a high school partnered with Aims because I was searching for something new. I was searching for new opportunities and new challenges. ECA and its Aims courses have done just that. I…
Archived: ECA Tigers by Aakyriah Williams (Sophomore)
Biography: Originally, a few years ago, I wanted to go to Aims because my brother went there for college; to an extent, I wanted to follow in his footsteps. But now, it’s the opportunity offered by ECA to earn college credits while I’m still in high school that brought me to Aims. To me, my…
Archived: Rätsel by Landen Shuey (Junior)
I have an enigma, A problem if you will Thinkin’ about pieces, Using a writing quill Black splotched ink, Makes it seem so hard To put it together, The pieces of my heart Spring and storms, they come and they go Walking away, like when you walked out the door When I see this…
Archived: Nameless by Zoe Coats (Junior)
Her fingers were cold as frost-bitten glass. They twitched nervously in her lap, which was absurd because she had nothing to be nervous about. The doctor ushered her toward a chair, “Ms. Oswald, you might want to sit down for this.” She arched an eyebrow. “Just spit it out, young man. I don’t need to…
Archived: Alya
Author: Adriana Madrid Flores Email: Amadridf@aims.edu Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Stomach Ache, or Sweet Tooth by Lillie Irene Hernandez (Senior)
Your lips are burnt sugar, glazed with vanilla the texture of whipped syrup. Your cheeks are like pieces of silk draped over a crooked wireframe. Your eyes are like pools of stolen moonlight, only they hide rigid daggers beneath them. Your tongue is contracted to a script, only so effortlessly written that my heart dances…
Archived: Something’s Fishy by Alexis Winnett (Senior)
Biography: When I think of creating art, I think of creating something that is unique and not of this world. When I was younger, I used art, craft, and creativity to create a world that only I knew the ins and outs of. Different characters, worlds, and creations helped me through the difficult times,…
Archived: Sunset Boulevard
Author: Eliza Bratt Email: ebratt@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Water Through the Reeds
Author: Eliza Bratt Email: ebratt@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Water Through the Reeds
Author: Eliza Bratt Email: ebratt@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Rätsel
Author: Landen Shuey Email: landens37@gmail.com Submission: Well, here’s my song. Hope you enjoy it.
Archived: Different
Author: Zoey Aldridge Email: zaldridge@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file. Different The chatter of students replaced by a silent room. The school building replaced with ordinary houses. Raising hands no longer required. Students away from their peers. It’s all so different. More free time given, some not knowing how to…
Archived: Discrimination
Author: Lily Adams Email: ladams5@greeleyschools.org Submission: Why are we fighting? Why do we hate? Why are we discriminating? Adding more to our plates? First, Black Lives Matter they fought for their rights That no color matters That we each can shine bright But then why did they destroy buildings? Break into rooms of…
Archived: Psychedelic Sensibility
Author: Alexis Winnett Email: awinnett@aims.edu Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: The Shopkeeper by Adison Linder (Sophomore)
Biography: Ever since I can remember, I’ve been driven to create, whether it be art, poems, or stories. To me, creating something is a way to get people to think about the world differently, whether it be through a particularly good painting or a thought-provoking novel. It lets us put the stories and…
Archived: Maui Sunrise By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…
Archived: Hidden Beauty By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…
Archived: Unraveling Strength By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…
Archived: Strangers On An Airplane
By Elizabeth Richards Jake leaned back against the plane seat, groaning as he ran his hands through his hair. Forgot my earbuds for the…eighth time now? How much worse can this day get? You really shouldn’t ask questions like that, because fate adores irony™, and yes, it can get worse. Want to know how…
Archived: She Met Death A Second Time by Eliza Bratt (Sophomore)
She was running. Faster. Faster. Faster. She dodged trees, ran through bushes, and leaped over logs. She could hear footsteps behind her. Faint, as if they were a spirit’s shoes barely brushing the ground. She pushed ahead, running into the forest. The dog tag around her neck bounced with every step, the chain whipping her…
Archived: Little Shop of Horrors by Adison Linder (Sophomore)
Her hopes of getting a few moments of relative peace and quiet to contemplate whether waking up tomorrow would even be worth it were dashed when the man plopped down next to her. Resentment flared in her gut, churning her already soured stomach, as she felt the telltale vibrations of some inconsiderate civilian selecting—of all…
Archived: The Fire
By Elizabeth Richards The scars marred her pale skin when they found her. The house had burnt down, trapping her inside. She’d made no struggle as it took her down, the smoke asphyxiating her and a beam dropping onto her chest, pinning her to the ground. She choked on her own blood as she…
Archived: Daybreak
By Elizabeth Richards When daybreak comes, I am afraid. I am afraid because no matter how hard I try, I cannot fathom seeing the damage done in the sunlight. During the night I steer clear of windows, for that is the only way that I avoid any light that I do not wish for….
Archived: Jack Caraway by Adison Linder (Sophomore)
“The knocks started eight months ago. “I had only moved in two weeks prior and was completing my undergraduate at the time, pulling one of the dreaded all-nighters that defined my senior year, which is why I was still awake at that godforsaken hour. Honestly, I don’t even remember what I was studying for. Some…
Archived: Junior Year by Adriana Madrid Flores (Junior(
Although many upperclassmen have warned us about this year being the hardest year, none of us seemed too bothered. On second thought, I didn’t seem to bother. It’s almost to the end of the semester, and I’m already having regrets on that advice. I’ve cried multiple times and began to doubt myself about even graduating…
Archived: Galloping Fury By: Lindsey Packer (Senior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, art has been something that I have always enjoyed. I watched my sister and all these artists around me that would create amazing masterpieces. I envied their talent in how they can make nothing into something spectacular. Most of my works are inspired by everyday life. When I…
Archived: Spring by Zoey Aldridge (Sophomore)
Spring A soft whisper, a ray of light. The birds have flown back here to me. The flowers are coming out of hiding. And so am I. An instant of warmth, a flutter of joy. The snow that had fallen, melts. I am finally able to get up, to spread my wings. I am finally…
Archived: Fate Adores Irony by Eliza Bratt (Sophomore)
Sickly Sweet A rotten honey A stone thrown in a pond Ripples shattering the mirror A jeer at a miserable life A reminder that death draws near That time means nothing You are a mere speck of dust In an endless universe The irony of bigotry A broken perspective Fate adores Irony And I am…
Archived: Diary of an Enraged Student by Pricilla Jordan (Sophomore)
I am black before I am human, I am a disgrace before I am accepted, I am a thief before I am an ally. I am a child before I am bright, I am dead before I am alive, I am split between two worlds and Neither one accepts me. I am broken but taped…
Archived: A Song for Someone by Adison Linder (Sophomore)
I tried to write a song. A melancholy song, full of days of numbness like codeine, depriving me of all sensation, and nights spent staring at the wall because no matter how I tossed and turned or kicked, sleep wouldn’t bring its comatose embrace. A simple song, a D-minor, maybe an E-major, an A chord,…
Archived: The Desert Bluffs’ Corruption by Adison Linder (Sophomore)
Light Like a thousand suns, never flickering, relentless beam of a beacon. It spreads everywhere, a tangle of vines suffocating out the dark. Nothing is safe from its interrogations. Everyone looks toward it, eyes bleeding, they cry out its name joyously. They praise it, adore it, worship it, that awful blinding light, But you close…
Archived: Fade to Black by Adison Linder (Sophomore)
Serpent’s tongue, coated with silver, Says only what you want to hear. It wraps its coiling torso around your throat, Trapping your voice, now and forever. If you try to dig your nails into its iron scales, Free your windpipe to scream out, It just squeezes tighter. One lie is like a lighter It ignites…
Archived: The Halfling Prince by Zoe Coats (Sophomore)
Lamentation garb, your falsehood Tears, the memory of an absent childhood Mourn me not, oh father of my sister Leave pine to the greenwood For no eulogy shall be penned In your crude scrawl And no forlorn preacher Reciting in his Southern drawl They fashioned me chains of iron As if that could hold their…
Archived: Only I Can by Arlette Virula (Sophomore)
I am a Latina with brown skin, Brown hair, and brown eyes. I am Gualtemalteca, not Mexican. I have the power of who I am, not you, You can’t change me only I can, you say that the way that I look makes me Mexican, but just because I am brown doesn’t mean I have…