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

Apotheosis

A Fateful Day

Matthew Nachbor, '20

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

The last thing I knew I was flying to Anchorage, Alaska for a fishing trip with my mother and her incredibly annoying boyfriend, Jim. Since my dad died when I was 9, my mom has been dating guys off and on. I haven’t liked any...

The Hidden Drink

Anna Bergsland, '17

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

I dashed across the wooden living room floor and ducked behind an old cloth chair. I found myself hiding behind the curtains. The sound of bare feet running across the dusty hot wood floor grew louder as my brother scurried around...

Taking Your Identity

Mattie Gisselbeck, '17

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

It was in the way the birds flew south for winter, flapping their wings and escaping winter’s icy coldness, the way that students got summer vacations, fleeing from tests, bullies, teachers, and book reports, it was in the way...

Beautiful?

Elsa Beise, '17

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

When you look at yourself do you ever think, “Wow, I’m beautiful”? You ever think, “Everything about me is meant to be there. Meant to be here. Made to make me me”? Based on what society tells us, What...

Transferring

Dario Orr, '17

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

Under the knife, the body lays on the table as restful as if it were dead.  Prior to surgery, you’re told to intake less food, drink lots of water and get plenty of rest.  For this operation though, it wasn’t necessary. ...

Mount Hood, Oregon

Cole Carlston, '17

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

Slowly the white and wispy clouds of Oregon roll around the tall omnipotent spire of Mount Hood, embracing it warmly like a lost son to a Father. The soft glow of orange, yellow, and even violet hues are barely recognizable in...

23:22

Alexis Brass, '17

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose, Uncategorized

There was a time around the age of 17 I took a trip across the Atlantic Ocean Over the vast waters I saw all the stars In the sky for galaxies on end At the moment I thought I had seen Every last gleam of light that...

Great Fighter

Stephanie Wallace, '17

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

My dad drives like a maniac through the streets of downtown Chicago, swerving in and out of lanes to dodge the braking cars and the lonely pedestrian walking through the crosswalk. My mother sits behind me and I lean against her...

The Pelican House

Spencer Sweeney, '18

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

“Hey! Elliot?” I turned around and searched the pier for the voice. A man, slightly over weight with thinning wisps of white hair curling up from under a green cap, stood at the end of the dock and waved his hand high over...

The Girl and the Moon

Spencer Sweeney, '18

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

“Once upon a time there lived a beautiful fae woman named Chang’e who lived in the Jade palace of the emperor in heaven. She was cast out of heaven for breaking a precious porcelain jar and sent down to earth to live among mor...

Rebirth

Graham Noble, '18

April 3, 2017

Filed under Prose

I lay still, breathing slowly.  On my bed I rest, after a long and thoughtful life.  My daughter is sitting next to me, comforting me in my final moments.  My wife passed away a couple of years ago.  As I lay there, taking s...