Wings of Wax
By Kathleen Lynch, Staff Writer Buried deep underground, fed by the sun and nurtured by the Earth, the roots of humanity grow. Branching off, getting longer, but it’s core is…
The Wicked Snicker
By Clare O’Brien, Staff Writer It was a dark and dreary night. The morning sky had shown signs of a storm with grey clouds hovering over the city. The weatherman…
Cry Me a River
By Kathleen Lynch, Staff Writer I spent the whole evening crying. Why? Because my literature teacher assigned us a short story that would have made The Rock break down. The…