My mom ran into my room at 6:37 A.M. to wake me up for school. I know the exact time because I always look to see if my mom is late to wake me up. I just learned how to read time, so I do it all the time. I used to get really excited… Continue reading “My First Year at School” -Abbe Grace
Author: oRIDGEinal
Remy Garguilo is the Sponsor of the oRIDGEinal literary magazine at Fossil Ridge High School.
“Memoir” -Kort Hoke
I woke up this morning barely breathing I tried to call ya Dry heavin middle of the even I throwed it all up Didn’t know you was leaving still grevin in my nostalgia My problems I had life full I need a night cap or nice pull take a nice pull of this ice pole… Continue reading “Memoir” -Kort Hoke
“Siblings” -Maddie Hendricks
Together we are “we” Just us three My sister, my brother, and me My world, my best friends We survived a broken home But we had much to be thankful for Many times together full of laughter and tears We shared our dreams and plans, secrets too. All the memories through the years Is what… Continue reading “Siblings” -Maddie Hendricks
“The Long Road” – Indri Schaelicke
Owen’s ordeal began when he was out on a date to Dixie National Forest with his girlfriend Jessie. He managed to convince her that they should go off the path and into a small ravine where they could spend some couples’ time together. He had even planned to propose to her here. Once they reached… Continue reading “The Long Road” – Indri Schaelicke
“The Importance of Imagination” – Tori Peckosh
Imagination is based on the logic our minds create: If we didn’t have a strict set of rules reality abides by, then there wouldn’t be rules to break to create. Innovation takes place in the reality you and I share. So how can a magical idea transcend the bounds to create? Logic sees an issue.… Continue reading “The Importance of Imagination” – Tori Peckosh
“The Aftermath” – Greta Tucker
I held on for a long time. Death whispered in my ear. Far away, Yet closer than it ever had been. I grasped the edge so hard my knuckles turned white. I would not let go, Not for this The deep scarlet welled up to the edge of my skin, I wanted to live. The… Continue reading “The Aftermath” – Greta Tucker
“Alpha” – Greta Tucker
Jo sat straight up, drenched in sweat, dripping with fear, and soaked in sleep. Instantly her head clouded with pain, settling into her bones like a fever. Her eyelids slowly peeled open to reveal the dark shadows curled around the small concrete room like a sleeping cat. Jo pushed herself off the ground with haste.… Continue reading “Alpha” – Greta Tucker