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• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Memoir

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  The strangest nostalgia has set upon me for the past couple days. I’m not sure exactly when it began, but I feel it is either when my dad made a comment about me moving out next year or when something finally made me realize that I was going to miss high school. Memories of high school football ga...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  A Merry Little Christmas Night

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  “From now on, our troubles will be miles away…” The carolers’ bright floated with the snow across the wintry night, accompanied by a delightful chaos: children’s laughter and playful screams, greetings like reunions at the doors of roadside shops closing for the night, resounding cheers fr...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  The Season of a Day

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  How cold the wind of a dark, winter night, Oh sharp wind that cuts through all joy and cheer. How harsh the pain of cold, like sword or spear, Slashing at, piercing, each day's warm delight. How lovely a morning gay with spring light, Filled with the warmth of the sun, shining clear. ...
• Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
  On My Honor: Chivalry in Modern Society?

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  The Medieval Period is most readily associated today, due in part to Disney films and in part truth, with the noble concept of chivalry. The era is represented mostly by stories of King Arthur and of knights who went on perilous journeys for the sake of a "damsel in distress," generally (i...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Ballad of a Hero

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  The shells exploded all around, The young man covered his head. "Get down!" he yelled to other boys Who dumbly staggered, shocked, instead. Yet still they stood in trenches full Of crimson blood the darkest red. The soldier ran crouched to shell-shocked friends Who dumbly staggere...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  The Pen

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  I am the pride of the wise, the shame of the poor. Though much of my fame is now faded glory, My legacy remains etched in the hearts of men. Through me, countless have been inspired: I have oft been a herald of greatness, Translating the deepest emotions from one mind to the next. I have broug...
• Opinion > School / College
  Off the Record

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  Before this school year, I didn’t study. I didn’t have to study to maintain my GPA, so I didn’t. My teachers always took a day to stop teaching and again cover the material that would be on the test the next day. I did my class work, and I did my homework, but to me studying was extra work, so...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings: A Psalm 119 Parable

  

  By InkBlogger, Ruston, LA

  There lived a flock of birds - small birds - in a large cage. The birds could fly for hours within the cage, yet when they approached the walls they had to turn around, for the cage was set in the middle of dangerous wilderness, and roaring lions reached through the bars of the cage, looking to devo...