Literary Corner

In this edition, featuring a Story by Bogdan Braga, 7A, and poems by Simeon Morin and Francesca Boleacu:

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The Storm, by Bogdan Braga, 7A

On a windy day of November, a disaster that destroyed the city of Naperville happened without warning.

That day started off normally; it was a bit windy outside and the sky was covered in ominous clouds, which is usual weather for November in the area. An old man called Joe was enjoying an Italian beef sandwich in his backyard and listening to the weather forecast on his old radio. He looked up and noticed that the clouds were getting darker and the wind was intensifying, just as the weather forecast had predicted. Suddenly, the clouds were turning purple, mist was forming and then the sky got sliced by a thunderclap. Joe got scared and rushed to his basement, taking the radio with him. The government warned all the citizens about the storm and told them to not go outside under any circumstances. Joe’s intuition told him that a huge storm was coming. So Joe gathered all the food he had and put it in the wardrobe of his basement. A few hours later, he heard a weird sound coming form the front door. Joe grabbed his shotgun and loaded it frantically. The noises were getting louder with every step and Joe’s hands started shaking. When he arrived at the front door, he slowly took his hand off the shotgun’s barrel, put it on the door knob and opened the door. A giant husk appeared out of nowhere. It had green skin, thin hands and very sharp teeth. The man quickly pulled the trigger and shot the husk, but he instantly realised that there were more of them coming. Joe quickly locked the door and returned to his basement. He pushed the shelf against the door, but that wasn’t enough to stop the husks. They smashed through the front door and got into the house; then they rushed to the basement and started punching the door. Joe heard them and started pushing at the shelf steadily. Joe wasn’t strong enough, so the husks broke in. They put their hands around Joe’s body and started biting him. The poor man felt excruciating pain which was unbearable. His feeble heart couldn’t handle the torture and poor Joe met his death in agony - he had a heart attack."


I have something to tell you; a poem to my younger self

By Simeon Morin

I have something
to tell you.
You might be too
small to understand.
But...It’s important.
So tell mom to keep 
this letter.
Opa is about to go
away for a long time.
So try your best to 
Spend as much time with
him as possible.
Make as many memories 
as you can.
So after he leaves 
Mom and Esther are going somewhere
to see him off on his final journey.
Please go with them.
You are going to miss him.
But always remember “He is in your heart”.

Moon

By Francesca Boleacu

I am here to share a little secret.    
I’m not who I’ve always been.
I’ve been weak and I’ve been strong.   
But the world constantly lies outstretched before me. 
I am a small star up,up in the sky.
Shining in the dark.
But I’m honest. 
And I give the kind of love that feels ancient.  
As if they knew this feeling since the beginning.
 Souls are just finding each other.
Just the way I, with no hesitation, find a dark sky 
and give it the smallest 
bit of light.
The sun shines brighter than I do, 
but that never bothers me.
I give people love and time to rest.