Students wrote stories based on some of their favorite songs. These are their stories… How Could You Leave Us – NF “How could you leave us so unexpected?We were waiting, we were waitingFor you but you just left usWe needed you, I needed youYo, I don’t know what it’s like to be addicted to pillsBut I do know what it’s like to be a witness … Continue reading I left him by Glory Stoll

My name is Chance, and I have a voice in my head. Ever since that day, there’s been a voice in my head. It hides in the depths of my mind, in the corners of my imagination. I hadn’t known what it was, but I knew exactly why it was there. Everybody has their fair share of rights,  but everybody has their fair share of … Continue reading Drowning my Sins by Katelynn Andrews

I was at home after work on a normal Tuesday evening. I was in my kitchen, preparing food. I wanted to catch what was on the TV airing at 8:00 PM, so I wanted to get some food made so I could sit and relax and watch my show. I set my food in the oven and reach into my pocket to pull out my … Continue reading My Strangeness by Eric Lethcoe

She’s a mother figure, and a friend. The first time I met her, I was pretty nervous. I had been in the area, fresh out of the river. I was in my swimsuit, and my hair was a little uncomplacent. I wanted her to like me, I had a giant thing for her son. I was a little on edge but she had invited me … Continue reading A letter to a Motherly Figure, From Katelynn Andrews

Dear Dad, Thank you for always being a mentor for me. Since the divorce, you’ve been there for me and made sure I was always cared for. If anything, the divorce very well may have brought us closer together as father and son. Even though we’re very far apart with distance, you’re always there, you always show that you care, and I can always count … Continue reading A letter to my Father, From Eric Lethcoe

“Hey, Alyssa, come here!” “Why?” “Just sit down in the chair. We’re gonna do something cool.” I sat down in a gray lawn chair in my new living room. We just moved to Berkeley Springs, I was 7. The only furniture we had in our house at the time was a set of plastic chairs, and the table that came with them. We were using … Continue reading Duct Tape Couldn’t Fix That