Pain is all I feel. The pain is so great, so overwhelmingly immense that it seems to have completely dominated my emotions and my...
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Fiction
The urge to tell stories are as old as humanity itself, and Rock Hill High’s students carry on this tradition, crafting realistic worlds with complicated characters as well as fantastical universes where reality blends into a dream-like state of whimsy, wonder, and nightmares. These fiction pieces express truth in an authentic and solemn way that nonfiction work cannot.
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Reflection Road
Mike was walking home from a Halloween party. The party was awesome: music, booze, the whole package. Mike decided to take the shortcut...
The Legend of Iago
How the Mighty Wished to Fall. T’was a long time ago, several millennia at best. The day when fear and terror engulfed the world like a...
Third of the Clock: A Short Story
The world makes a tide of my blood; Everytime it bleeds, I bleed out, unable to stop the world. Chapter 1 The Day of Climaxes “Don’t get...
The Massacre at 1983 Willow Street
The music from the living room makes the walls bounce. You can hear the bass from the songs more than the words. At this point you can’t...
The Tumble
“I don’t care what new huge rock it is. Would you please slow down Oz?” “C'mon, Dad, you know that don’t work. Just move faster.” Me and...
The Bunker
“My friend had been acting strangely these past few weeks. She had seemed more paranoid than usual. She asked me if I wanted to see...
Eminem Wins (a Fortnite Story)
FADE IN INT. HOUSE - MIDDAY SPIDERMAN, PEELY, MIDAS, and EMINEM look at their loot. EMINEM sighs and checks his stats. It reads “2...
The Exciting Escapade of Princess Lily
There is no such thing as an easy challenge. It takes bravery, strength, skill, and heart to rescue a beautiful princess. Princes from...
My Experience at Arby’s
The rhythmic hum of raindrops tapping against the car window accompanied the low growls emanating from our empty stomachs, as my father...
Aboard The Knave
Waves of the sapphire blue water crashed against the hickory brown wood of The Knave. Each and every surf replicates the sounds of...
Who am I? (a story through Dennis Wilson’s eyes)
I questioned as my reflection was looking back at me from the body of water as I dreadfully stared. I was out of mind now thinking back...