QLS High School Writing Club
I do not feel. This morning, a classmate told a joke. The table burst into laughter. I laughed too—the sound slipped out easily. But inside? Nothing. Just the awareness that laughter was the appropriate response, like the way a vending machine knows what snack to drop when a button is pressed. No matter how immaculate […]
Moresome pluck roses, thorns hidden in their palms, to say what words cannot. others press petals to their collarbones, hoping the smell will linger like a quiet scent, barely there. a whispered promise that fades if you breathe too deeply. even so, the soil decides more than the seed. each species, each variety, shaped by […]
MoreLet’s begin where it all started: I didn’t kill her. I need you to remember that. Sear it into your brain like a brand. I didn’t kill her. I couldn’t have. I loved her. I still do. Even now, even as her memory rots somewhere deeper than six feet under and darker than death. You […]
MoreSometimes, the idea of discussion is simply useless. There are people who use logical fallacies. There are people who refuse to believe the points which you present no matter how much reasoning or evidence you give. What’s the point of reasoning with them if the end result is already predetermined—that they’ll just continue living inside […]
MoreA century ago… The clock had just struck midnight when a shadowy figure approached the Hosterman Manor. Virina Hosterman watched the figure slither up the street like a serpentine shadow. When the figure passed under a street lamp, Virina saw his blood-splattered jacket and the panicked look in his eyes. Who was this man? Why […]
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The Roar 