Rose Tea by Yuki Watson 10

Biography: Photography is something that I have come to enjoy over many years. With the technology found in our phones, I have grown to be able to capture the moments in my life that I have immensely enjoyed and savor the feelings that I gained from the moments for years to come when looking back…

Trapped in a Painful Love by Corie McMillian

Trapped in Painful Love by Corie McMillian.docx Biography: Normally, I’d say that I’m not much of a writer (I really only write essays and texts), however, I’ve always been a fan of short stories and their ability to fit a lot of information into just a few pages. Short stories often leave room for questions…

Silence by Lensa Mume

Silence by Lensa Mume.docx Biography: What helps spark my creativity is thinking about world problems and wanting to do my part by spreading awareness. It makes me feel good being able to do something that can help others – whether it be physically, verbally, or in writing- and reach out to people who can do…

Con un solo Paso by Daniel Rodriguez Zamora

Cuando corro siento el viento bailando con mi pelo,  mis pies besando a la tierra una y otra vez.  El sol me sonríe, su sonrisa es más brillante que cualquier joya.  Mi corazón tan alegre que podría salir de mi pecho.  Con estas emociones podría correr para siempre.  Cuando corro estoy en un sueño hecho…

Death: a part of living by Venice Varner

Death is seen as a gruesome subject losing someone isn’t about death it’s about the living. The living collect the trinkets and treasures they grip the memories as strings of a missing soul the truth about death is not gruesome it is only a deadline death is what makes life precious.

A Tale of Two Wings by Jay Maurer

For as long as Thorn could remember, humans and dragons co-existed. It wasn’t perfect but for the most part, they left each other be. That changed when her mother, Queen Everlasting Flame, the Firescale’s mage, grew sick. Her mother grew sick after having another egg. “Princess Thorn, where are you going?” She turned around spotting…

Archived: Art Essay

Author: Maureen Ratzlaff Email: mratzlaff@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.

Archived: Radiance by Berenisse Pizarro (Sophomore)

You, my dear, shine so brightly. With every little thing you do, you leave a trail of light, And you leave it there for others to follow. A guide and an inspiration. You, my dear, shine so brightly. Call me the Night. The Darkness. The Void that covers that light, For I will wrap you…

Archived: All in One by Berenisse Pizarro (Sophomore)

The childhood I lived never truly belonged to me It was shared with all the other curious minds in the world We didn’t spend our days playing outside No We spent them fighting bad guys and villains We weren’t busy sitting in front of the T.V No We were occupied dealing with the dragon terrorizing…

Archived: Yeji Benzaiten 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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…

Archived: Self Depreciating Title #27 by Dez Albrecht (Sophomore)

Endless Sundays The day of work You know I’m hurt, the scars weep a story, and my pearly eyes hide my soul But, no matter I’m workin’ It doesn’t matter than I’m hurting – These rhymes try and hide The truth everyone doesn’t speak ‘cuz they think its their fault for feelin’ this way so…

Archived: Fairgrounds after Rain By Tucker Templeman (Sophomore)

    Biography: My name is Tucker Templeman, and I am a sophomore at Early College Academy. Before highschool, I was homeschooled all of my life. It’s an understatement to say I was nervous going into, not only highschool, but public school as well. However, I found a very welcoming community at ECA and quickly…

Archived: Smokescreen by Zoe Coats (Sophomore)

    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…

Archived: Broken Balance by Eliza Bratt (Sophomore)

    Biography: What is art? Art, to me, is any type of self-expression. To me, music is art, drawing is art, writing is art, performance is art. So, I suppose you could say I enjoy all the arts. I enjoy trying a wide variety of visual arts as well as writing poetry and fiction,…

Archived: Nobody by Dez Albrecht (Sophomore)

Nobody knows Where the Grim Reaper goes But the Grim Reaper feels quite alone. You see, nobody likes him Everyone fears him For doing the job he has to do The blue skies and the hot guys Are things he enjoys too But, in the end he does what he has to do Deep below,…

Archived: The Raven — Liam S. (Freshmen)

Black as night, Arms spread wide, Open wings take flight, Sharp claws, Blackened beak, Empty stomach, Searching for something more in life, Something more filling, Someone to hold, to be held, The Raven crows loudly, As if to say goodbye, It plunged off the edge, And began to fly…