A Fantasy Addison “Archerr” Kuykendall
Wood or bone or galdorstone, Fight for the place that you call home, Where you’re from or where you’ll be, Something no one else can see, A warmth near fading, A light barely shaping, A place you call your own.
You fight, You run, You do all you can, A day with you is never bland, Spells, staffs, and palismen too, A lifetime well spent is a lifetime with you,
Running through the woods, Golden light above, Water turns red, Thickened with blood.
This mighty kingdom that once was, Is crumbled and broken, Reduced to dust, Citizens scattered, The royal slain, All Prices of a war which ended in shame, Lifetimes cut short, Dreams shattered, The king’s heart on a silver platter.
Painting by Lea Azua
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Painting by Chloe Bush
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Embrace Alanah Regalzi Oil Pastels
Ari Buck, Photographer
Freshman Ari Buck began taking photographs during the pandemic in 2020. He has won several awards at the State Fair of Texas and the State Fair of Louisiana. He focuses on the natural world. His stunning photo of a female great blue heron, featured on the first page, won Best of Show at the state fair last fall.
Ari’s photo of a windmill in Del Rio, TX, won second place (below).
His photo of a slot canyon in Upper Antelope Canyon, Page, AZ, won first place (facing page). Another photo on p. 8 won third place at the state fair.
Dreams
Story by Nina Nigo
It’s dark... Am I... floating?
I felt weightless. When did I lose so much weight? I don’t remember. I can’t open them, my eyes, it burns. Where am I? It hurts, I’m scared.
My body is screaming, is something clawing at me? It hurts, make it stop. Help me, please help me. I’m sinking, is something pulling me down? What is it? I’m scared, please help me, please help me.
“Open your eyes.”
A voice, who is it? Who’s talking? Open my eyes, why? It hurts, it hurts, I don’t want to open them.
“You’re losing. Don’t give up so quickly.”
Losing? What? I don’t understand. I can't feel anything besides the pain. I’m suffering, why? Why am I suffering? What did I do? Please, voice, tell me what happened. I don’t understand.
“Open your eyes. Look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look, look....”
The voice chanted. I want to look, I do, I really do, but I can’t. It hurts, please heal me. You want me to look but I can’t open my eyes, help me, please help me.
Suddenly the weight returned, and I felt myself sink deeper. Into what, I don’t know. I need to open my eyes, I need to see, let me look, please let me look. White flashed behind my closed eyelids. The pain lessened, what is this?
“Look.”
Slowly, painfully, my eyes opened, and a dark abyss filled my vision. I looked down; I was floating. Strands of my long brown hair floated around me. It felt like I was in water, only... I could breathe?
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“You did well.” That voice, I knew it. It was familiar, but from where? Where did I hear that voice before? A figure formed in front of me, or... Was it just a cloud? It had a body, a feminine one and its hair floated up above its head. Its entire body was white as if it was painted completely. Two yellow dots glowed in the place of eyes, but there was nothing else. There was no mouth. They stared, what was going on?
“Where am I? Who are you?” That is what I wanted to ask but nothing came out. My mouth opened but no sound released, so I closed it. The figure floated closer, and my body tensed.
“I am you; you are me. We are one.” The figure circled me, and I felt my body involuntarily relax. What is this? Why does this... person make me feel safe? I don’t understand.
The voice was soothing, like that of a mother. I have a mother, but this is not her. I felt safe, why? I don’t understand, I don’t understand. I was sure my face showed how desperate I was for answers, but the figure made no move to answer them.
They floated closer until they were a foot away from me, “The answers you seek are not within me. Follow your mind but beware of your kind.”
My kind? Humanity? What does it all mean? Please, don’t leave me in the dark. You helped me before, right? Can’t you do it again?
The figure lifted their hand, placing a finger on my forehead. A rush of heat flooded my head.
“Now wake.”
And suddenly, I woke in a cold sweat.
Nina Nigo is a junior.
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Mushroom During Fall
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Lea Azua is a freshman. She takes photographs for the yearbook and art class.
Photograph by Ari Buck (below)
Photograph by Lea Azua (facing page)
Gary Cook, Senior
Senior Gary Cook is a senior in his second photography class, and he also takes photographs for the yearbook. He enjoys the classes he has taken and plans to continue. He will attend Benedictine College next year.
Gary’s took these photographs for an assignment on texture in his photography class.
Closeup of Grass (below)
Closeup of Tree Bark
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Bishop Dunne Catholic School empowers each student to explore, inquire, lead, and serve through a college preparatory education in a joyful community of faith.
Bishop Dunne Library: A Message from the Librarian
equipped with the tools to navigate, evaluate, analyze, and understand the wealth of information they will encounter throughout their lives.
creating are joyful enterprises that we encourage in every part of our students’ lives.
It is a pleasure to share their work. I hope you enjoy it.
The Bishop Dunne Library is a place for students to explore and discover the joys of reading, as well as a place to learn the skills to navigate a constantly changing, technologically sophisticated environment.
My mission as the librarian is to help students become lifelong learners,
Rugged began as a platform for students to share their creative work. Like many of the books that are available to students in the library, these works are often not directly connected to an assignment or to a course; they may sometimes be far from typical classwork.
But learning is not confined to the school walls. Reading, writing, and
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