We shuffled into a little room, where others already sat. A girl maybe 15, my brother’s age. A boy my age, eyes suspicious. A weary mother cradling a baby. All of us were uneasy, and the tension was as thick and heavy. Like the mud around us.
Kate Greiner, Special Contributor
• December 14, 2021
The following piece won the Quill and Scroll writing contest for December 2021.
She listens to the ticking of the clock,
Pen glistening by the light of the morning.
Ink dried... still infinitely
Stuck...
As the year closes and students and teachers start to look back on the past year with the Frederick Dreamcatcher decided to look back ourselves with some poetry. Below are several pantoums from Mr. Coon’s...
The wind howled as early morning began. The winter season had no thoughts of mercy and the snow continued to fall without stop for the second day in a row.
“It’s about time you showed up!” Howard...
Let's face it, it has been a frustrating year. Fortunately, some students in Mr. Coon's Creative Writing class found a way to vent their frustration about the year using one of the newest trends in poetry,...
Forget the pandemic for just one second,
there’s another crisis that needs to be heard.
The Amazon Rainforest is shrinking, receding;
we can’t ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist.
We have...
Stop what you are doing,
You’ve been going much too fast;
There is something you are losing.
This busy life you have been pursuing,
Soon it will all have passed;
Stop what you are doing.
Your...
The night was cool and empty. I sat in the parking lot, sitting with my CD player blaring music. The stale air that stayed locked in the car was freed into the cool air of the night. I watched the gas...
The bell rings overhead, signaling the end of our class period. I gather my things and walk out from the English classroom towards the lunch room, where I’m supposed to be meeting Jayden, my boyfriend....
So, there’s a Shakespeare class at Frederick that consists of mostly seniors and some under classmen. Here’s a few sonnets done by the seniors back in February and some ranged from incredibly hilarious...
I pull a California stop at the next red octagon I encounter, which earns a slight eye roll from myself at my own driving and a smart comment from Rachel in the passenger seat.
“Nice stop,” Rachel...
