The literary arts publication of Benilde-St. Margaret's School

Apotheosis

Grandma

Julia Whelan, '14

March 17, 2014

Filed under Prose 2014

I stand in the modest narthex of the Staples Community Church in northern Minnesota. Through a small crowd of people I can see my mother talking to her three brothers, tears welling up in her eyes. The ambience in the room is hea...

6 Things NOT to do in Front of Girls (Wrestler’s Edition)

Carter Burn, '14

March 17, 2014

Filed under Prose 2014

Wrestlers are odd people. They love intensity, and they love pain even more. They may be good at beating someone up, but they are terrible at talking to girls and really suck at being “normal” in front of people. Wrestlers h...

In Search of the Hanging Man

Avery Bather, '14

March 17, 2014

Filed under Prose 2014

It’s dark. I open the heavy, wooden doors and enter the big, black room. Rain pelts against the large skylights, and a harsh wind screams outside the walls of the old lodge. Everyone is asleep—except me. Thick log beams hang ominou...

How Not To Impress a Girl

Avery Bather, '14

March 17, 2014

Filed under Prose 2014

Males seem to believe that being super buff, tan, and charming is all it takes to impress a girl. Many are under the impression that a constant flow of compliments and praises will do the trick. And on top of that, the strong ...

Carly

Thomas Stone, '14

March 17, 2014

Filed under Prose 2014

Blue balloons dotted the neighborhoods of St. Louis Park last January. To an unsuspecting onlooker it may look like some type of celebration, a citywide holiday perhaps; I knew better. I hated these balloons. I wanted to stop and ...

Getting Ready for a Ride

Allison Kohler, '14

March 17, 2014

Filed under Prose 2014

Systematic streets quickly dissolve into winding, gravel roads, and tall, grey buildings turn into long, golden stocks of corn. The rising sun shining down makes the fields and pastures glisten. A speck of red on the horizon b...

Breaking BSM

Thomas Stone, '14

March 17, 2014

Filed under Prose 2014

“Say my name!” said the woman behind the counter. She was an elderly lady with greying hair poking out from under a black hairnet like spaghetti in a strainer. My eyes slowly moved down from her piercing blue eyes to her torso....