Well well well... I must say it's been quite a productive day. After bouncing around the web all day, I came to find out that, guess what?, I hit every single page there is! That's right, I came to the end of the Internet! I didn't think it existed either. But it does.

Don't believe me?

Click here... if you dare...

Story by Amanda Walgrove, Grade 10

 

The heavy barricade suffocated her mind from all reality as it closed with a thud.  Her stomach dropped freely and with a quiet blink she saw the words "Stage Door" one last time.

 

"Break a leg, sweetie" and "You're gonna be great!" were phrases she had heard only seconds ago, yet they disappeared into another world once her eyes discovered the stage before her.  The other side welcomed her with a shock of icy air that could've come from a crisp winter day; she didn't care to remember that outside those four midnight walls, the sun was reaching its peak. The frosty breeze filled her mind and pumped warm blood to her heart which danced inside of her.  The contrast was invigorating. Her monologue became a catchy tune that jogged through her memory in preparation.  It drowned out the high notes that bounced off of the balcony of the hushed audience.  She told herself to have fun and enjoy the experience as if it was just that simple. When she finally came to peace with her thoughts, applause filled the auditorium and her heart kicked.  Her legs carried her center sage and when the bright red "X" was greeted by her toes, she lifted her eyes to the lights and sang her song.

Poem by Carol Kuruvilla, Grade 11

the river creaks through ancient city gates
falling in drops that kiss the dust
on the sun streaked marble

plains of my face that
hate the way you look at me as
if I hurt you with this white morning

lie on the water while the gondola
swings softly with the current
of splintered, unsteady ocean

waves that would shatter and curse the moment
I broke the light with my tempest
so strong I don't hate

you touch the sleeping water
and drown in the echoes of silence
that cry between our bridge of sighs

I've been putting this post off for way too long. I apologize for that. But it is certainly a topic that all of our readers should be aware of. It is about a controversy surrounding a man named James Frey and his book.

A Million Little Pieces came out in hardcover in 2003. It is the story (remember that word) of Frey's addiction to drugs and alcohol, his agonizing recovery in a Minnesota drug treatment center, and finally, his salvation. The book details, in graphic, gory detail, many horrific episodes in Frey's life. His strength and courage to beat his addiction down (in the face of terrible odds) touched many readers. One of those readers was Oprah.

Oprah Winfrey has a book club, maybe you've heard of it? Whenever she recommends a book to the world, the world reads that book. When she recommended Frey's A Million Little Pieces, it got the attention of millions of previously untapped readers. Everyone was shocked by Frey's life story. It was amazing. At one point in the book, Frey wrote that because of his drug addiction, he had to endure a root canal without novacaine. Readers squirmed and suffered along with the author. The connection was unbreakable. This man was an inspiration. His memoir was unbelievable. In fact, maybe it was too unbelievable.

- Story by Lindsay Cohen, Grade 9

"How ‘bout an ice cream sundae fer you, little Susie?"

"No thank ya’, Mr. Callidus. A’ just ate ma’ lunch and mama says the ice cream isn’t good fer ma’ tummy."

"But you’re such a pretty lil’ girl. All pretty girls need ice cream!" Susie moved her head from left to right, inspecting her surroundings like a watch guard.

"A’right," she said in a soft voice, "just don’t tell mama."

"That’s a girl!"

"A’ only got twenty-five cents, though."

"Just the right amount for a sundae with a cherry on top."

APRIL 24, 1962. THE SOUTHERN POST. FRONT PAGE:
"GIRL DIES LAST NIGHT OF UNKNOWN CAUSE. SYMPTOMS WERE HIGH FEVER AND SORE THROAT."

Mr. Callidus flicked the paper onto his kitchen table with a smirk on his face.

"Awww. Poor lil’ girl. The family must be jus’ devastated."