Author: oRIDGEinal
Remy Garguilo is the Sponsor of the oRIDGEinal literary magazine at Fossil Ridge High School.
Ella Peterson
Lynn Saltz
“Soul of Manhattan” – Hannah Thiel
Each night stars breathe into the sky Proud lights of these streets reflect back up to them This is the gleam to night’s black shadow This is Time Square. Don’t be afraid; keep that gaze out the window. It’s true here is the city that never sleeps. Morning makes cotton candy clouds. The… Continue reading “Soul of Manhattan” – Hannah Thiel
“Golden Flower” – Liam Flake
Golden flower over parched earth, Unfathomable pearl of searing rays. It burns It is benevolent, but without mercy. It gives, but also takes. There is no higher king, and it does as it pleases. This is not the Great Ra, the radiant Apollo, or the terrible Tonatiuh of yore, But a new sun god. Its… Continue reading “Golden Flower” – Liam Flake
Prologue – Dawn Kearns
The God Mage sat at his antique wooden desk, deep in thought. He flipped through the pages of a large leather book laid out in front of him, lit by the dim glow of candlelight. His study was situated at the top of an ancient tower. The room had a single small window which… Continue reading Prologue – Dawn Kearns
Chapter 18 – Nic Schuman
“Can you tell us what happened Miss? You were there at the scene, weren’t you?” “Yes. Yes I…I was.” Miranda says, shivering. “Were you in the supposed blast of water?” The reporter asked. “I’m soaked. I have water dripping down my spine. Of course I was in the blast!” She exclaims. Someone comes over and… Continue reading Chapter 18 – Nic Schuman
“I Am From Maudie Ree and Sargent Pearl” – Sara Beth Riddell
1.I am from Maudie Ree and Sargent Pearl, Kosher Wine replaced by Cree and Cherokee, I am from the road, gypsy livin’, Nomads with nowhere to go and nowhere to be, 2.I am from The Lone Star state line, a border baby, Honeysuckle’s oh so sweet, but humble, boots and buckles, I am from… Continue reading “I Am From Maudie Ree and Sargent Pearl” – Sara Beth Riddell
“Heartless” – Greta Tucker
Prelude: Andriana was walking home from her job at the gas station on Fifth after her car wouldn’t start. She walked with anger in her stride and snow collecting in her hair. Her boots crunched against the ice breaking apart on the narrow sidewalk. After a while, she looked up to the street sign… Continue reading “Heartless” – Greta Tucker