THE WRITERS OF ROHAN
Edition
A Poem By: Ruby
I awoke this morning with an immense sense of dread.
A great dark mass of clouds gathered over the horizon, as thunder boomed its chilling roar over the domain.
Rain beat down on the unsuspecting world below, soaking it through so that mother earth herself must be cold down to her bones.
Wind howled through the trees, imitating a lone wolf searching for companionship on a cold night.
The air suddenly became charged as lightning struck a nearby pine, setting it alight, but the sheets of rain that were by now coming down in full force quickly extinguished the blaze.
The temperature dropped like a stone, the house becoming a frigid prison.
I watched as the drops of water became daggers of glistening ice, pelting the landscape before shattering into shards of frost as the light from surrounding bolts of lightning flickered in their reflective facets like trapped fire.
I watched as the godly retribution beat down on the mortal earth.
Familiar surroundings became a hellscape, as the rest of the world fell away and only I remained.
Floating in an endless expanse of nothingness.
The only thing that accompanied me in this void was the absence of self.
And the pureness of nullity.
The Poem About Poems
By: Harper
The Poem About Poems
This is a poem about poems.
See, I’ve noticed as I roam,
Poems are mostly about being in love.
But I’m not in that, so we’ll shove that idea out the door all the way home.
This is a poem about poems.
Because I’ve seen many times and I loathe, that poems have big words,
but it really hurts to have to Google definitions as you go.
This is a poem about poems.
Although it’s coming to an end now, we’ve shown,
That poems mustn’t be deep, but they must be unique.
Like, for instance, a poem about poems.
Loss
Tale Chen
A piece of your heart left with them
But your heart will never
stop
loving
Never shall they be absent
Never shall they be forgotten
Never shall they be gone
In
another
time
&
another
place
May you meet once again
The Top of The Mountain By: Johnny
This morning I jumped in my car
Feeling anew for a brand new day
Feeling empowered by a challenge ahead
Passing a dear on the way to the top
And finally, it’s me and the rock
I keep my courage and take a deep breath
The top of the mountain is splashed by suns rays
My heart beats fast as I take my first step
Climbing up higher and higher … until I lose my breath
My legs are getting weak
My hands feel like I stepped on them with a goat
The top is near… hooray!
I’m there
Helena’s Great Escape
By: Harper
“Nathan, turn down your video game!” Sid yelled from her room. She was almost to the end of her book, and she didn’t want to hear phew, phew, phew while all the characters were talking about how the war was over and they love each other so much.
“Yes! Gabe, we won! First victory royale of the new season!” Nathan shouted into his headphones, ignoring her comment while he pumped his fists into the air.
Sid sighed. She set her book down and got up from her bed. How often do they release a new season of that game? Just last week Nathan was asking if he could stay up late for the new update, because apparently that was a vastly different thing. Sid went into Nathan’s room, her eyes having to adjust to the lack of light and her nose having to adjust to the smell of old soda and unwashed clothes. She hated coming in here.
Sid pried Nathan’s headphones from his head and yelled, “Be quiet! Nobody cares that you won.”
“My Youtube viewers do,” he retorted, not even bothering to look up at her.
“What, all seven of them? You’re going to give them permanent ear damage from all your shouting, y’know.”
“Wear some earplugs. And anyway, Helena likes it.” He pointed to the tired gray pitbull laying on his bed, who didn’t so much as blink at the comment. Her actual name was Cheeto (Nate had named her when he was five), but Mom insisted that everyone call her Helena because it “sounded prettier.” Sid highly doubted she cared about anything other than sleeping and eating treats.
“Sid, be supportive of your brother’s Youtube career,” Dad called from where he was watching a football game in the living room. He said that sensing when arguments were brewing was his “parental sixth sense.”
“Fine,” Sid grumbled. “Come on, Helena. Let’s go read outside.” Helena trotted out at Sid’s heels, suddenly eager at the prospect of fresh air.
Sid and Helena went into the front yard. Sid was on the last chapter of her book when a candy wrapper flew by the house in the wind. Helena, in all of her hungry and distracted glory, chased after it down the street. Sid got up to go after her. Oh, but she only had two pages of her book left. Maybe she could just finish reading and then go after Helena?
“Helena!” Nathan yelled as he ran outside the house. “Sid, I saw her run off through my window! We have to go after her!” Great, so Sid’s book would have to wait. Darn witnesses.
Sid and Nathan chased Helena for nearly three blocks before they cornered her in front of a cul-de-sac. Helena made a mad dash for the wrapper, which was blowing in the middle of the cul-de-sac, running right through a group of kids playing with chalk and knocking over everything. Instinctively, Sid and Nathan followed, stopping in front of a woman watching the kids who had gotten a hold of Helena.
“Does she belong to you?” the woman asked kindly.
“Uh, yeah,” Sid said. She looked back at the mess they’d made. “We’re so sorry. We can help clean up.”
“That would be great. I can hold your dog for you.”
Nathan and Sid cleaned up, which didn’t take long with the other kids’ help, although one boy kept asking if Helena was one of the dogs from Paw Patrol and if the rest of the team was nearby. Afterward Nathan held Helena’s collar as they walked back home.
“I am so disappointed in you… Cheeto,” Nathan stated. Helena hung her head at the ungraceful name. Nathan was finishing off a rant about not running off and how the family could’ve pressed charges for knocking over their chalk. Sid doubted the part about pressing charges was true, but she let Nathan have his moment. And people say girls are dramatic.
By the time Nathan and Sid got back home, Mom and Dad had noticed they were gone, and Dad gave them a long lecture about leaving the house without telling them. It was all a little hard to take seriously, though, with Mom hugging Helena and talking about how no one could ever replace her and how she didn’t know what she would’ve done if they hadn’t found her. That woman had a dog problem.
After that, Sid finally finished reading the ending of her book.
