QLS High School Writing Club
By: Ava Webb A FaceTime never gave her smile justice. The way her smile curved, the sparkle in her eyes, oh, how they glistened at just the perfect angle. I could tell how much effort she put into her hair. She always had the most perfect curls; she would put the perfect amount of hair […]
MoreBy Harshita Sainger my eyes are still closed but hold me tight and give me some time i’ll wake up eventually this deep sleep is but peace my breaths may sway and shiver and shiver and at one point i won’t breathe but still keep your arms where they need to be make me a […]
MoreDear Future Self, If it’s January 1st of the new yearand you’re reading thiswith your heart already racing ahead of you,slow down. You don’t have to earn this moment. Before the world lines up its questions—how far, how fast, how impressive—breathe into the quiet you forgot you deserve. You are doing morethan you can see. […]
MoreHe’s late again. I’ve started to adapt to this new routine of his. It wasn’t uncommon for many office workers to stay and work overtime into the night. I know that he’s been getting increasingly restless cooped up in a cubicle all day, so I wonder what his motivation is for lingering so long. There […]
MoreI 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 […]
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The Roar 