Letter From An Ex-Gifted Kid by Elizabeth Richards (Junior)

Please stop calling me smart. I don’t like it, and it’s not a compliment. Every time those words leave your mouth, I want to peel my skin off, Open up my skull and show you what those words have done to me. The scars on my self-love, The minuscule paperweight I call my self-worth, (The…

Cry, O Young One by Elizabeth Dorst (Junior)

Sweet sap fills the air he sees, Through the thick mist and trees, He sees the bear-man, strong and tall, The little tenderfoot drools, He wants it all. But alas, his small feet are weak, He can’t express his love, His spirit is meek, He runs away when the bear-man is near, From shyness and…

To-Do List by Elizabeth Dorst (Junior)

It’s nice when I can count the worries on my hand I look at my list (my digits) and I know where I stand Then I can start to check them off one by one, Using a knife I cut my worries from my hand (very fun) I’m left with a beautiful perfect red stump,…

Little Red: Rider of the Hood by Zoe Coats (Junior)

They called her ‘Little Red: Rider of the Hood.’ She was the leader of the Riders, the most fearsome gang in Cantum City. No one really knew what she looked like, but everyone said she wore a red cloak to hide her badly scarred face. No one entered or left the Hood without Little Red…

Sopa Fria by Dana Ordonez Sanchez (Junior)

The days, as my dad would tell me, were spent longing for something. For my father, that was the homeland, for my mother, that was the house being clean, for my sister, that was the depths of her imagination, for my brother, that was his toys, and for me, I wasn’t sure. I do as…

Vylona by Elizabeth Richards (Junior)

She smelled like herbs and sunlight. Like failed attempts at gardening and healing salves. She sounded like lullabies and the forest. Like warnings and black bears. She looked like impulsive decisions and brash words. Like soft-spoken, begrudging apologies and life-risking loyalty. She felt like warm hugs and carefully bandaged wounds. Like anger veiled by intense…

The Tailor Patched by Zoe Coats (Junior)

A woman of rhyme without reason Was Miss Melanie Bleu She wore their scorn well— The woman who was taboo. He’d left her at the altar With naught but a festering feast; To another who stays gold His heart was only leased. To the tailor she went a-calling She’d dress fit for a queen Her…

Paint Me Back To Life by Eliza Bratt (Junior)

She’s different now.  I used to see her in chaos The bustle of people on the street The laugh of a child in the theater The bark of a dog in a winter park The hum of a car outside my window. Now I find her in silence In every frostbitten morning In every sunrise…

Water Through The Reeds by Eliza Bratt (Junior)

  Biography: I’ve always been inspired by the world around me: by the beauty in a simple sunset, the power in a rainstorm, the ethereal wonder in a perfect view. I aim to capture the beauty of the world in the few ways I know how. I’m inspired by the wonderful people around me and their…

Dewdrops on a Misty Morning by Eliza Bratt (Junior)

  Biography: I’ve always been inspired by the world around me: by the beauty in a simple sunset, the power in a rainstorm, the ethereal wonder in a perfect view. I aim to capture the beauty of the world in the few ways I know how. I’m inspired by the wonderful people around me and their…

“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…

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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: 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: The True Building Blocks by Graci Grandel (Junior)

All across the land, the fairest of them all are the ones that help us understand, who pick us up when we fall. They lead us through the valley, never forgetting our names. They are there until the finale, as we finish our practice game and leave that final pep rally. They never ask for…

Archived: Orange Cultivation by Adriana Madrid Flores (Junior)

    Biography: I look up to many idols but no one can top my mother. She’s no professional art major nor does she find any fascination in the art world. She’s a beautiful green thumb who’ll use one single sapling and nurture it into something glorious blossoming and exceeding its potential. She is who…

Archived: Optimistic Pessimist by Lillie Hernandez (Junior)

    Biography: Art is something I hold very dear to my heart. I love to express myself, not only in painting and drawing, but also through music. Music helps me escape reality (even if just for a few minutes), and I want to offer an escape to anyone else who needs one too. Music…