Whimsical Layla Parrish | Age 10
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Happy Blue Bird Raegan Haynes | Age 10
Granny’s Biscuits
The emerald green chair sits In the corner with a knitted Blanket and a remote on top. It is a throne built for a queen, Like my granny.
I watch her sift the flour In a tattered tin can, And they magically turn into dough. She gently rolls them into balls And shoves them in the oven.
They rise like the sun And come out hot and fresh.
But when granny serves them I say no thank you.
But in the end It’s all about the work and love It takes to make something great, Even your day.
Jamison | Age 11
Blaize
Metamorphosis
Emma Taylor Scogin | Age 13
Honeysuckles
Swaying in the wind
Sweet yellow smell wafting in from the middle
Sugar just like honey when you squeeze it into your mouth
See the flowing white petals dancing in the breeze
Silky soft as your arm brushes the green leaves
Honeysuckles, my favorite flower
Koparova | Age 9
The Poison Apple
Soleil Johnson | Age 12
Clara
Ode to South Carolina
From oceans deep to mountains high
There lies a haven that meets the sky.
Stalks of corn and fluffs of white
Growing to a respectable height.
In the summer, it’s almost impossible to beat
The sun’s sweltering rays of heat.
In the winter, the degree’s not very low
Only occasionally having white snow.
When you look up clouds in white streaks
Are piled on each other in tangled heaps.
In Myrtle Beach’s tropical shores
The waves embracing shells with roars.
The palmettos sway with gentle grace
The fronds wave at the Queen Anne’s lace.
Of the beautiful landscapes and tapestries
Painted with tales and mysteries.
But it’s not just nature’s beauty in SC
It’s also passionate humans who believe.
Diversity shines in every part
Of every place, of everyone’s hearts.
Lulu Xu | Age 10
Costa Rica
Memphis Daniels | Age 15
Attention to Detail
Justin Martin | Age 17
Where are You From?
Jaelah, where are you from?
Where are you from, Jaelah?
I’m from the green gentle breeze of the trees
In the woods, where deer and rabbits roam
Where squirrels and birds run free
I’m from a land of creativity, where woodworkers, seamstresses, musicians, gardeners, artists, and painters unite
Where the effects of Charleston’s culture run through your veins.
I’m from nights with my sister
Singing Disney songs and musicals
Pretending we sound better than the best singers
Usually… I’m the only one pretending
I’m from the sunny days with my brother
Making homemade paint outside, climbing trees, riding bikes, and playing basketball and soccer
I’m from trips to the lake with Momma, Nana, and Jaeden,
Strolling down with an empty bucket and fishing rods,
Returning with a bounty of fish that no one wants to clean
Where Jaeden is afraid to touch the worms, and Jaelah is afraid to touch the water
I’m from sitting in the living room with Grandma
Making fun of allllllll the actors
Even though we couldn’t do a better job
I’m from Grandma’s macaroni and cheese
The recipe she refused to share
The meal no one could duplicate
I’m from a father who can make the most exotic meals
Who’s cookbook lies in his head
Who can serve you hibachi one day, and jambalaya the next
Who’s sense of taste is so advanced, that he can tell you exactly how the meal was made and what ingredients were in it
Whether smoked, baked, or grilled
I’m from a father who made sure we knew
The Temptations, Sam Cooke, Tony! Toni! Tone!, Diana Ross, Ray Charles, & Boys II
Men
A father who always had the best music on the radio
I’m from a mother who can bake a cake like nobody’s business
Who let her daughter lick the spoon
Even when she didn’t help
I’m from a mother who’s an educator
The scariest woman you’ll ever meet
Especially when it’s time to do homework
I’m from mother who is the epitome of Black Excellence
Who guided me from AAP to AP classes
Who made sure we always knew that grades come first
Jaelah, where are you from?
I’m from a home where effort and drive is key
A home where if you can make it, you can sell it
A home where you should always have a back up plan
A home where failing to plan is planning to fail
The whole-hearted Winnsboro wonders,
A prolific chef and a diligent worker, A realm of resplendent crafts, Nature adventures, And ancestry like no other
That’s where I’m from
Jaelah Middleton | Age 16
MLK Portrait!
Keziah Cooper | Age 11
Flying Over the Lincoln Memorial
Shiyang
I Am From
I am from palettes
From paint and brush
I am from the smoke plumes of incense
I am from the butterflies
The hibiscus
Whose limbs I remember
As if they were my own
I’m from cooking and sewing
From Clint and Rachel
I’m from pride And perfectionism
And beautiful messes
I’m from believing And kindness
And the golden rule
I’m from party poppers
I’m from Columbia and Scotland
And potato casserole and stir fry
From getting church clothes too dirty
And pictures of lost loved ones
On a wall.
Annabelle Taylor | Age 12
Craft Project Violet Strom
Emily Jaycob Moss | Age 15
A Little Arctic Penguin Jo Gentry | Age 8
Night House
Brody Scogin | Age 9
Snowy Night
Amelia Morris
Hues and Shades
Colors, colors, and more galore!
Colors in the sky
And colors on the seashore
Hues of blue, red, and white.
Hues that symbolize might.
Color is creativity’s key, Color is what makes the world and me.
Anaelle Saintelus | Age 10
The Art of My Heart
Toni Ashford | Age 6
Half and Half
Aria Johnson
Colorful and Mono Drawing
Shivaush Raut | Age
The Hungry Rex Beneath Snowy Mountains Troy Meetze | Age 8
My Fantasy Book
Opening a fantasy book, I see a princess, mermaid and even a crook.
A princess locked and crying for help, A dragon just ignoring her welp. Later on, a prince comes her way, With his noble steed that never leads him astray. Many obstacles lay along the path, A witch encounter, a mad spirit’s wrath. A siren’s song calling him near, Some of his friends overhear.
A daring escape, thank goodness they’re here. Once again, the journey continues, They stop at the restaurant. “Where are the menus?”
But after the long tiring journey, At last, they see her hoping yearningly. They defeat the dragon and whisk her away, And like in all fairy tales, they get married that day. But then I realize it’s just a book And I think to myself, “One book can really change how the world looks!”
Leah Pate | Age 9
Fight and Flight
Leia-Anastacia Sharpe | Age 14
A Floral Entry
Charley Reinhardt | Age 12
Ode to a Broken Heart
Out with the old, in with the new.
Breathe in clean air, Erase the parts of me you turned blue.
You know what they say, “What’s gone is gone, the past is past.
Don’t you worry, it won’t last.” But why is this sorrow still so vast?
A broken heart, a broken wing. It’s all the same to me.
Pain is fused, weakness displayed. Looking back, nothing but mistakes were made.
Ice cold water down my back, Oh how I miss your melodious laugh.
I know you demolished my trust. Apologies will never fix us. So leave without a trace, no more memories of your heartless face.
I woke up and stayed in bed. Hugged my tear-stained pillow and thought of you. You and your wild eyes, you and your weaponized words, You made me cry, but your heart felt true. So now I sit in the dark, And write this ode to a broken heart.
Lydia Reinhardt | Age 15
Just Say It
The pungent aroma of coffee hung in the gas station as I shuffled in. Stepping away from the warm, humming pastry cases, my tight jacket smothered every inch of my body. Salt fallen from pretzels lay scattered on the floor. The LED lights reflected against the tile with a blinding white glare. After a brisk bout of blinking, I could see through squinted eyes. I had been standing in the numbing cold for what felt like hours, watching as the last light slowly sank behind the horizon. Only the brightest stars twinkled feebly in the inky sky, but what did I expect? Those overhead lights shined almost brighter than daylight.
A nearby siren shocked me out of my thoughts. Why was I here? I needed to leave — now. As I whirled around to grab the door handle, something stopped me. No, I could not — I would not —run anymore. Turning around at a pace rivaling a snail, I opened my eyes wider and gazed around the room. Souvenirs and knick-knacks cluttered every bare wall, and cheap snacks packed the aisles. A man stood near the assorted array of cold water bottles. “It’s him,” I thought, my sweaty palms clenching into trembling fists. He hadn’t seen me; he still fiddled with the cord dangling from his sports hoodie. Maybe, just maybe, I still had a chance. But as I spun for the exit, my tennis shoes squeaked.
My heart nearly froze. A glance in my direction. The light of recognition in his deep brown eyes. Oh no. This was it. His hand waved me to come over. A heavy static of buzzing thoughts enveloped my mind. This man ... l knew him well. Very well. Maybe ... too well. With short, hesitating steps, I waddled over to him. To my horror, my eyes stung with tears. Desperately, I struggled to swallow the throbbing lump in my throat. I couldn’t cry; not before he had even uttered the terrible words that I knew would inevitably escape his lips.
Every inch of my body ached. Taking a choked breath, I summoned all of my courage and made eye contact. He would not meet my anxious gaze. Opening his mouth to speak, it snapped shut again as his chin quivered. I yearned to know what ran around in his mind. Was he as broken inside as me? Could he not even fathom how his life was about to change forever? Or did he not even care, waiting to shatter my heart into a million fragments with glee? I pleaded with him silently that he had to care. But I would never find out if we stood awkwardly in this corner for all time. He nudged a crinkled candy wrapper with his leather boot, while I kept busy with twirling a stray curl around my finger and doodling a flower on the condensation of the freezer door. Someone needed to speak up, and that unfortunate someone had to be me.
Without a second thought, I blurted out in a cracked voice, “Philip? Why did you ask me to come here?” Finally, his eyes — his sweet, beautiful, maple syrup-colored eyes I had once loved — gazed straight into mine. Now, all I wanted to do was look away from them. Because the eyes would never look at me the same laughing way again. He inhaled slowly, as if to steady his voice before speaking. This was it. There was no turning back. I braced myself for the words about to smack me in the face. His mouth opened. He spoke.
“Fia, I think we need to break up.”
Rachel Herrygers
| Age 15
You Know What They Say
You know what they say. They say “roses are red.” But roses can be so many different colors. They can be pink, white, and orange too.
You know what they say. They say that they’re “fine.” But they’re never just “fine.” They’re always feeling scared, sad or even angry or timid.
You know what they say. But just what they say, and not what they think. But you know what you say and what you think. So be careful of that.
People say things that aren’t true. Always forgive them. People do lie. But forgiveness is important. Because we have lied too. All people do.
Pearl Glavey | Age 8
Together
I waited 25 months and 7 days. We were together for approximately 2 years and 25 days. Then dark clouds accumulated, and rain shattered our minds and hearts and the sky broke open, and the dark followed us as we went our separate ways. Since the breakup, I have never been the same. I lie in bed, barely eating and take long walks through the city with my earbuds in and a blanket of sorrow covering my face. I do this because I want to live my life blocked from any more stupid, lame heartbreaks and, quite frankly, because I still want him. I still dream about his white, blue eyes that have touched my soul so many times and his comforting arms and tall figure that have held me through every storm except… the last one.
Tears built in my eyes, and I felt dizzy. I found a bench and sat on it and sobbed uncontrollably, my face in my hands. The sound of the night city was blocked out as I imagined him. Our last perfect day together as we sat in his truck, and he mocked the movie we just saw as I laughed so hard, I began to cry. He stopped and held my face in one of his hands and said those words I wish I could hear right now. “I love you.” We began to lean into each other and our lips met.
While the rest of the joyous night played through my head, I sobbed harder, and my body began to shake. I screamed. I felt sick but couldn’t stop. I hugged myself and fell off the bench on my knees, bent over. My mind then went to the last time he held me, and, in that moment, I felt lighter and warmer as I could feel his body against mine. Then I heard him whisper “I love you.” I could practically feel his breath say those words. I began to calm down as I wrapped my arms around him and him around me. I hear him say, “It’s ok. I love you. I’m sorry. So sorry I let you go. I never will again.”
I smiled as if my imagination was reality, like he was on the ground next to me, holding me and saying those words to me. My heart began to race in anticipation as I slowly opened my eyes. I could see my breath in the cold January air and looking down I saw his arms around me, felt his head against mine and heard him repeat those words. I gasped and broke away from him and looked him in the eyes as he looked me in the eyes. It was true, he was holding me, it was him all along, it wasn’t totally my imagination. Tears built in my eyes, and I sobbed again. He reached over and lifted my head up and our eyes met again. Looking into his eyes was like drowning in clear, still waters and I couldn’t breathe. Yet his gaze gave me air in my lungs that I thought would never be there again. His eyes said it all. I nodded as he drew me in, and we cried together.
Georgia Kiser | Age 17
Dahlia Jackson Besley | Age 12
Deep Fears
When I am asked my biggest fear
I keep it basic and say drowning
Sometimes I’ll say the dark
Or maybe I’ll say that it’s big dogs
With sharp teeth and loud barks
Attempting to hide
What is really inside
And the fears that swallow my mind
Filling it with the worst things that could happen
Every day I keep the shallow fears with me
The basics
To help cover up the real biggest fear
The actual thing that makes me want to scream
Every day I continue on with these fake fears
But the real ones I bottle up and put on a shelf
Because my real biggest fear
Is that you’ll begin to see me how I see myself
Taylor Macon | Age 15
The Mask
She smiled so much her jaw ached
Yet it was better than frowning so much her mouth hurt
For a while all she could do was frown
Now it seemed like all she does is smile
She smiled at her friends she smiled at good news she even smiled at the bad news
The kind of news that when someone tells you the news they say there’s good news and bad news but before they can get to the good news you become overwhelmed with such despair and sadness that the good news hardly matters anymore
But it’s not like there was any good news to tell
She smiled because it was easier to smile than to show her real pain
She’s tough because she walks around everyday smiling and no one has any idea that she’s hurting
She’s always been good at masking her emotions like that
Scarlett Gore | Age 13
Nighttime
most nights i fall asleep after a while of chatting, but sometimes i lie awake awhile, thinking about my future. what will i be when i grow up? will i pass vet school? do my friends actually like me? did i fail that saxophone scales test?
sometimes the thoughts choke me, i feel like sinking into my sheets, squeezing my 7 favorite dog stuffed animals, until the heaviness subsides.
when i wake up in the middle of the night, i usually sip from my water, sit in my warm blankets, and stare around my room like its the first time i’ve ever seen it.
i usually fall asleep within a few moments, but sometimes the thoughts return, and i spend hours tossing and turning, trying to erase my mind.
why is being a teenager so hard?
Mary Kate Venn | Age 13
On Growing Up
Every ending is a new beginning.
But no, it’s not the end of the world.
As I grow older, other people grow older… and… pass away.
But sometimes, I’m glad to grow and be alive. For now.
Susan Faith Ellington | Age 17
Self Portrait
Lillian Chen | Age 9
I Am
I am a friend
Helping and caring
I am a feather
A bird.
I am every good thing that makes the world go round. You know — like the speed of light I am candy like a lollipop
Yeah, that good.
I am candy as sweet as pie.
I am dazzling and joyful I am funny, I am power and bold I am ME!
I am a flower
Open like petals falling to the ground
I am a tree, I stand tall when people try to cut me down
I am power
Saving people from hatred, from breaking.
And without a shadow of a doubt, I am worthy of my brown skin.
I am worthy of my brown skin
Alice Nieman | Age 11
Madelyn Farrell | Age 13
The Last Game
Sweat trickles down my face as the sun beats down on me and the 17 other people on this field. The score is not on our side today, but it doesn’t feel like it. The Lady Mustangs have been our arch-rivals for as long as I have been on this soccer team, so longer than a year. This has been the closest game we have ever played with this team, at just 1-0, when it is normally a seven-point difference.
Lily, our main striker, rushes forward with the ball and makes a long pass to Adeline. Unfortunately, the other team steals the ball from her and rushes to my side. As the Mustangs get closer to me, I realize they are barely breaking a sweat, even though they have been running for longer than us. I get into position, ready to stop the ball from getting into the goal, but before I can do that our star defender, Natalie, steals the ball and launches it up the field with a single kick. I can’t tell if I’m relieved or frustrated that I didn’t get the opportunity to stop a goal.
I haven’t been doing my best as a goalie this season and I really want to make up for it today. I start to remember all the times from last season, my first-time playing soccer on a real team, where I was an amazing player. Like, how on my first day of practice, I came up to my coach and asked if I could be permanent goalie for this team, and she said yes. Or the last game of the 1st season where the head of the rec soccer league reffed our game and came up to my coach only to say how great I was doing in goal. I feel like I’ve started to let that part of myself down this season…
I escape from my thoughts and see this small but very fast girl from the other team running at me. I didn’t have time to think, so I looked at the angle the girl was shooting from and watched her touch the top of her cleats near her toes to the ball as a mighty kick. This is one of the times I look forward to and at the same time dread the most. If I miss this block, they are two up and we won’t even have a chance at tying. I pay close attention to the ball, which is heading in the far lower right side of the goal. I go with my gut and dive in that direction, suddenly feeling the textured soccer ball in my arms. I am still on the ground when I hear the audience full of parents and people’s brothers cheering.
I get up from the ground, run to the edge of the box, and punt it with all the might I still have after that brilliant save. It soars over to Lily who starts trying to score a goal. Another goal by the Mustangs and a lot of sweat later, it was the end of the match. We had lost but we were the ones headed off the field with a large grin on our faces, while the winning team had a frown. I made it up to myself today, even though we lost. Unknowingly, this would be the last game with some of my fellow teammates. But we had several seasons of memories to keep us together. It was the last game, but mainly the best game.
Deklynn Quam | Age 11
School Time
Summer has come to an end, and school is about to begin.
Oh, I can’t wait to see my friends.
The halls are new, and the teachers are too. Paper, pencils, and glue
Oh, the amazing things we’ll do.
Lots of tests and quizzes to take. I was hoping 4th Grade would be a piece of cake.
With friends and family to give me big cheers I know this will be a great school year.
Ava Simons | Age 9
That Flower
She is that flower standing tall
She is that flower with not a care at all
She is that flower looking proud
She is that flower shouting loud
She IS THAT FLOWER!!
T’Keianii Watson | Age 11
Wonder and Joys of Life
Samantha Patterson | Age 10
A Rare Midlands Winter
Dallas Johnson | Age 12
Morning Praises Eden Barnett | Age 16
Risk
I am a bird free to fly
I want to fly but I don’t want to die I am scared of the consequences I want to take a risk but I’m afraid of the fall
I realize the biggest risk is not taking any risk at all.
Ruby Tuttle | Age 9
Critters in the House
First we get a lizard, then we get a bird. Next we get a cockroach, and then it gets absurd.
We get things like silverfish, skittering across the room. How come we never get flowers and things that bloom?
It never gets better, it only gets worse. At this rate, we’re going to get a horse.
We get things like raccoons scraping on the ceiling. So you might be surprised because this gives me a good feeling.
I love critters, you see. I wish they could all cuddle with me.
I wished one would stay, maybe a bat! And I was happy when we got a cat.
She was the best, and she liked to rest.
She had soft, tortoiseshell fur, and when I pet her, she started to purr.
They still never stop, the numbers don’t drop.
We never got a louse, but I know one thing: there’s critters in the house.
Ada Gentry | Age 10
Sixteen Candles
Lydea Broughton | Age 16
Hipster Pup
Rowdy Miller | Age 8
Roselle
Zahra Ferraro | Age 6
The Magic of the Beach
I walk up to the waves
Along the beach the tide gently sweeps my feet
The sun is setting the tide is rising
I can feel the cool breeze blowing across my face
I pick up shell, and put up to my ear
And listen to the waves crashing back and forth
I look back to where I was standing before
The waves have gently washed away my feet
I look up and see the sun has almost set behind the horizon
I hear a noise CRACK
I look over to where the noise had come from
There was a cracked open shell
And right by it was the tiniest baby turtle I had ever seen
I watched as the little thing made its way to the crashing waves
I look up to the sky the sun has passed the horizon
The only sign that it used to be daytime is the eerie glow of the sky
Starting to fade after the sun has passed the horizon
It’s time to leave this magical place, I wonder what adventures it will bring us next time
Avery Fleetwood | Age 9
The Kraken and the Loch Ness Monster Deacon Ardis | Age 12
Where is the Pearl Earring?
Abby Prijoles McCracken | Age 12
The Green Light
The weird green light shines through your bedroom door and a mysterious creature comes and licks the floor slowly. As it licks the floor it multiplies and multiplies, until there are too many to count! The creatures lick the floor, slither and squirm around. You’re scared as their green, fluffy fur flicks across your leg and they randomly disappear in a flash. Then a shadow figure that looks just like your teacher walks into the weird green light. Then something screams, “AAAGGHH!” You look again and you see another creature growl as it walks into your room into the green light too. Now you are really terrified!
All of a sudden, everything just looks weird. Slowly, the closet door opens and you hear a small voice, whisper, “Hello, hello…help I’m trapped.” They call out to you and you run towards the voice as it gets louder and louder. You run deeper into the closet and see a girl trapped under gooey vines that have spikes! EWWW! Suddenly, the green vines start to dissolve and disappear. You look down at the girl and she starts to get up. “Woah! That was crazy!” she says. “Anyways, I’m Maya, I’m new. Are you trapped in here too?” says the girl. You nod your head. You don’t know what else to say.
You are so confused. Then, you hear another “AAAGGHH” scream but you see it’s from Maya. “Help!!” she cries. You run over but it’s too late. The monster from the closet has already taken her. Then another monster grabs you and growls in your face, “GRRRR!”
You hear your radio randomly turn on and a static sound. You jump out of the monster’s hands and run towards the closet door and the staticky radio sound. Then you hear the radio, “This is not a drill! Warning! There are monsters attacking! Do not go outside!” Then you hear the static on the radio again, and a scream. You are thinking it might be Maya. You pull the closet door open and you walk into the room. Maya is sitting on your bed and she says, “WOW, I thought the monster ate you!” You can’t believe you both made it out alive. The light shines and at once everything looks normal again. You look around. Maya and the monsters have disappeared and the green light is gone.
Then you wake up!
The End.
Madison King | Age 9
I find it hard to Convey my emotions in One simple haiku
Scarlett Gore | Age 13
A Crowd
Guthrie Whitehead | Age 9
Optical Illusion
Morgan McKip | Age 13
Venom
Torian Stocker
Robot Cleanup Crew
Major Canty | Age 12
Sonic Youth
Sadie Daniels | Age 12
Us Against the World
A dishonest man tells more truths (fairly often) if you ask him to. The poet snags her backpack on the door handle. He lends a smile and a quip as she struggles to free herself. New songs on the radio seem obsolete so they choose their own. We’re all drowning in a sea but if she sits by her side for a moment she’ll forget it for a while. The aperture widens and the poet bends over backwards and peers through the pinhole of her psyche, looking for a different angle. Her warmth reassures her this stress may pass. There’s an allusion if you look for it.
Sophia Hammond | Age 18
Blue Raspberry Peony Campbell Phillips | Age 9
A Lake
A lake is like a cape spreading over the land
Its waves rock gently against the white sand
Its tint touches the light O what a glorious sight!
Adding to the wonder
I see a deer and ponder “What is it that they seek On a night so cold and bleak?”
Georgia Morrison | Age 9
Little
Pegasus, Gleam
End of summer, End of gleam, Make this trueness
Not a dream.
Zara Aroh | Age 7
New Bloom
The flowers are blooming, and you are, too. Every morning, God’s mercies are new. The sun’s coming out and the ground has dew. God has plans for me and you.
Lucy Ardis | Age 10
Joyful Nature Vibes
Shiyang
The Koi Fish
Amelia Robinson
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