Creative Writing 28

Creative Writing
 

Embracing Perspective: Finding Beauty in the Ordinary and Extraordinary BY SAMANTHA MIGNANELLI

While I may not have firsthand experience with those challenges, I believe it’s important to foster empathy and understanding. Through participating in and engaging with organizations that support individuals with special needs, I have gained a deep appreciation for their tenacity and resilience. I am committed to using my good health to advocate for inclusivity and create a more compassionate society for all.  

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Unearthing Something Louder BY EMMA MALARDO

Oddly enough, this experience sparked my great interest in writing. I needed an outlet to express the courage I couldn’t speak, and writing did the trick for me. I put my deepest passions and resentments into fine print in hopes that they could one day change the ways of the world, and inspire those like me to speak their minds the way our minds speak to us

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Mirror, Mirror BY OLIVIA POULOS

My childhood self would never recognize the confident young woman I now observe in the mirror. For a long while I internally existed within a place of great discomfort; I simply did not like myself. Around second grade I began to see my body change in unfamiliar and daunting ways. Waking up before school, I’d notice patches of acne sprinkling my face, seemingly multiplying each day. Suddenly, I was setting my alarms thirty minutes earlier, reperforming makeup tutorials with a trembling hand as I concealed my flustered shame; ‘I just want to look pretty’.

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Two Minute Savers Saga BY Josephina Johnson

I imagined a choir of angels serenaded me as I clumsily unlocked the door and presented myself for my mother's inspection. The whole saga probably lasted about two minutes, but the sudden panic sears through my memory and marks it as the most frightening moment of my life.

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How One CHS Student Turned a Negative Label into Positive Motivation BY BIANCA GONCALVES

For two years following that day,  I studied extra hard in and out of school. I would spend hours doing my homework regardless of how difficult it was for me. When fourth grade came around, I had gotten rid of my Individual Education Plan for good. I was no longer the “stupid little girl” I had been labeled in the early days of my education.

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Emptiness: A Poem BY A CHS Student

It's like no one notices because my mask conceals the truth

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Don’t Need Much BY JENNA FARBER

The world has a close minded view of cool, Success is measured by money and fame,  In hope to be known we become a fool, One day respected, the next quite lame.   I am a mouse sitting in the corner, Searching for a dream like a block of cheese, Lost, finding my way like […]

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“A Year” by Sarah Chaudhry

March 13th, 2020

Though far away

Seems like yesterday

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“Lord of the Game” By Logan Case

Clouds of cigarette smoke stain the ceiling of a room of creme lighting and swirling deep red carpets. In the center of the room was a semi-circle poker table, with a thin layer of dust caked on it. Four individuals, the players, walk through the dark wood doors. The dealer, cloaked and masked, waits for them at the table facing the door. On the mask was a strange depiction, swirling lines in an almost uniform fashion; comparable to a Celtic knot. The players held little conversation amongst themselves, a cold air between them.

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Dynasty Freeway by Logan Case

I awoke on the side of a highway. The dry tar ground left imprints on my skin, which was rubbery. On both sides of the highway I saw a dense forest, the trunks of trees forming impenetrable walls The sky shone with a warm yellow, which was complemented by the streaks of bright red that ran through it, ending on the horizon. As I traveled down the highway, I realized what my form truly was. I was short, with a stubby body that had the same shape as a jelly bean. My head was the same bean shape and held two huge eyes without pupils. My arms and legs were thin, they were practically those of a stick figure.

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