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Creative Writing presents:

out of this year

Besant Hill School

"Handwritten, heartwritten truth"

"Out of this Year" is a collection of words, images, thoughts and feelings created by the students of 7th period Creative Writing.

Issue #01: Home for Winter

Care

On a different way of life

Blurs Past

How it feels to have a lack of remembrance

Yearning

The Pull of Curiosity

Obliged to Care

Obliged to Care

A silent onlooker observes her stereotype of a Southern family at dinner

Drifting Ash

Through his eyes

Salmonella

Fatal bacteria

Bad Dreams

What really happens when we are sleeping

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A walk on the beach

Transition

Looking for a smile

Hills

The hills are alive

Approval

On the journey for acceptance

Trees

A glimpse of our growth through nature.

H.A.N.D.S.

A Story About My Family by Pablo Arimany

A Wooden House

Everyone has a special place that is unforgettable. by Annie Ho

Sacred Silence

Motherly love blossoming from a bud.

Brought with the Wind

Brought with the Wind

Or A Story About Fathers And Sons by Pablo Arimany

Silence

I closed my eyes and spoke to you in a thousand silent ways by Amka Badamkhand

Conquering Mountains

Conquering Mountains

To reach past mountains.

An Ode to Autumn

An Ode to Autumn

Why October Might Freak You Out by Pablo Arimany

Thrive to Thrift

Thrive to Thrift

The unknown becomes known with a taste of temptation.

Death

Some thoughts.

Success

More thoughts

Issue #02: We Are Having Existential Problems

Green Love

I would never write.

That Night

Decisions will wreck you

Five Kisses

Without my mom I wouldn't be here by Saeed Alnuaimi

The Unexpected

A Horrible Day

Sister

Love from a sister might be strict and hard to realize, but must be strong and full of caring. by Andrew Yu

Never Die

Where did my mother go?

Issue #03: For Our Families

Hello

Playing with Time by Naphat Na-Nongkhai

Recognize

There is something that we never recognize, and by the time we do, it is usually too late. by Andrew Yu

Dead Air

When you sit with a dozen of people, it's possible to feel you’re still alone. by Nadin Nassar

Don't Know

When it's too late they begin to confess their love. by Nadin Nassar

Two Sides

Tourist Perception by Kianna Gonella

The Silence

The silence was killing me by Saeed Alnuaimi

Early Morning

There is nothing more beautiful than a trip on an early snowy morning. by Georgii Chichua

Issue #04: Give us a Break

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