QLS High School Writing Club
By 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. […]
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 […]
MoreThe Roar 2024 Winter Writing Contest – High School Runner-Up they walk under a canopy of grey sharing quick icy glances fleeting moments in time they walk, shadowed within the dark building a white wall around themselves a shiny facade of strength an illusion to hide behind yet nothing can stop them as they slowly […]
MoreYou were taken from me too soon, Perhaps I could have done more? Perhaps I should have called more often. Perhaps I should have sat down with you, Laughed about the antics of my dad, Our giggles like warm honey, flowing thick and golden Cried over our frustrations, Asked you what your favorite food is, […]
MoreLife may be tough, Its unyielding hand Pushing us down, Littering obstacles in our every path. We may stumble sometimes, We may falter at first, But eventually the winds, With their soft and unbreakable whispers Curling around us, Instill us with spirit, With courage, Hope, They lift us to fight,Not just for survival,But for others,To […]
MoreI remember getting ready for our Sunday brunches, where we’d look at ourselves in the mirror and you’d compliment my hat. I remember walking to the frozen yogurt shop, your long legs striding further away from me with every step. I remember your tiny hyperactive dog, Tanner, that for some reason I was terrified of. […]
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