Sarah Wissmann ’19
By Sarah W. Golden sunlight dies Beyond the shadowy trees Descending to sleep Chilled fragments of air Blanket of spilled twilight ink Ancient light pierces through Fiery beauty Peeking on the horizon Goodbye silver moon Shadows … Continue reading A Passing Day
A Deathly Game By: Sarah W. Dear Sir flying in the fancy plane over the summer fields of my home, When you threw the Bombs like rain from the sky Did you mean to hit my sister, the … Continue reading A Deathly Game
By Sarah Wissmann Last night, little fairies danced on my rooftop Their soft feet tapping against the peeling shingles A calm, rhythmless melody Monsters growled outside But when I peered beyond the frosted window They were shrouded in … Continue reading Tempest
Silence by Sarah Wissmann We are the silence that no one hears But we scream a million untold stories Louder than any voice We are the ones who can make a change Yet no one can hear … Continue reading Silence
Written by Sarah Wissman There is a forest, Where the trees grow gnarled and tall. Thick black limbs reach up to the misty sky. Century old leaves are curled to dust. It is silent. Except for a … Continue reading Deception
Book Review: Flowers For Algernon by Sarah W. Summary: Charlie Gordon has a mental disorder and is stupid. He can’t spell anything right because he can’t remember how to. He laughs along with his friends, who, unbeknownst to him, … Continue reading Book Review: Flowers For Algernon
Memory By Sarah Wissmann _____________________________________________________ I am not famous. My name will just be one of many on the list of people never found. I think about Annie and Mom back at home. I imagine their reactions. Mom will be … Continue reading Memory
By: Sarah Wissmann I want to walk across the room to get a glass of water, but I can’t. I’ll have to wait until someone comes home. Why is nobody home? I’m hungry, but I’m too lazy to go get … Continue reading Two Different Lotteries
Don’t Panic by Sarah Wissman Something evil lurks in the darkness. Ever so slowly, you can hear its heavy footsteps crunch on frozen gravel. Its gait is languid, like molasses falling over stones. You can feel the way its frosty breath … Continue reading Don’t Panic
The blistering wind made him shiver. He wrapped his too small and too thin hoodie tightly around his shoulders, but it made no difference. He might as well have been wearing a coat of paper. It was just one thing … Continue reading Through the Window
