Winners will be announced shortly after the March 13 deadline. Each winner (written and visual) will win $50!!
In Quarter 2 the Collective challenged students to submit pieces of work relating to "Places of Habit"
Thank you to everyone who submitted. Your work can still be published in the final literary magazine!
Our winners are as follows:
Visual: Lilian Snyder '23
Written: Simon Nelson '26
We had already driven for hours, when we saw it. Past the rain-soaked fields where we parked the van, flanked by primordial, verdant mountains worn down by centuries, under the overcast sky, the rose-gold line of sand lay in strict defiance of the weather. The wind beckoned across the empty field. My feet carried me through the sleet, into the foothills, down the dilapidated crenellation of igneous rock, that line became a storm-scoured plain, only broken by more cloud-wreathed cliffs beyond the sand flats. Here the rain stopped, and was replaced by the incessant feeling of sand biting at the ankles. I was a bright speck of neon-orange nylon, running against the wind in a vast, monochrome landscape.
A nameless perturbation of rope and wood stuck out of the beach, salt and sand encrusted from years of weathering in the seashore air. A few distant raincoats bobbed and trailed defiantly behind me, one purple, two black. I forged on through the gust, confident the trail of my walking would lead them to me. Stopping where the faintly red sand was bleached of its color, over which waves grinded against the earth, I waited for the ambling silhouettes to come to me. The blue silver ocean curved gently into the sky, and the muddy green spit of land across the strait lay sanded down to the horizon. I turned back to the roped and salty mound behind me, to the dusty wind, to the mountains, and to my family.