SCWS ArtMore - A Virtual High School for SC · 2014. 12. 30. · Issue 2 December 2014 SCWS...

Issue 2 December 2014

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ArtMore S H OW C A S IN G T H E TA L E N T O F S C W H I T M OR E S TU DE N T S

J’Davidia Nichar Grade 9 Simpsonville

Six Word Stories

“Life doesn’t stop, so keep mov-ing...” Serenity Johnson Grade 10 Sumter

“Now let’s go home, to Aurellia.” Nicholas Newell Grade 12 Surfside Beach “Football takes away pain in life.” Dabreon Derrick Grade 10 North Charleston “You don’t live now, you’ll regret.” Abigail Watson Grade 12 Cayce

Untitled Short Story Jeffery slowly waddled through the freshly fallen snow that blanketed the frozen lake he was crossing. The bright, beautiful sun was just com-ing up over the huge mountains in the distance. The strong winds that came with the sunlight had blown away the storm clouds from the previous cold night. This left the sky barren and blue. Nor-mally this would be a beautiful day, but Jeffery’s heart felt as cold as the snow that surrounded his feet. He had been trying to suppress his painful emotions for weeks now; but each day he did it just made him feel more empty and dead inside. Jeffery slowing came to a stop and realized that he had not preened his feathers today and that he could die from the cold if he did not take care of himself properly. As he methodically went over every inch of his small fluffy body to make sure his feathers were matted down he thought of his Mom and Dad. He remembered how they had brayed at him for forgetting to preen himself when he had first hatched out of his egg. At the time it had made him upset and angry, but now he real-ized they did it for his own good. Then his thoughts began to wander to the horrible event that had occurred a few weeks earlier. As soon as those bad thoughts popped into Jeffery's head he forcefully pushed them out. As Jeffery quickly waddled on towards the distant mountains his stomach began to growl and he knew he was as hungry as a polar bear. He knew he could easily peck a hole in the thinning ice and catch a fish; but stopping meant thinking about his parents. Deciding he would eat when he reached the edge of the frozen lake, Jeffery wad-dled on. Winter was almost over and the sun light stretched across the frozen lake like waves across the ocean. The lake continuously made popping sounds as the ice slowly melted away.

Suddenly there was a ear-splitting crack and the ice a short distance behind Jeffery split in two. The crack had made Jeffery jump quickly around and as he stared at the break in the ice bad mem-ories flooded his mind uncontrollably. Jeffery could see his mother emerging from the edge of the vast ocean with a fish in her mouth. “See” she said, “it's easy”. Just as little Jeffery leaned for-ward to take the fish from his mother's beak; she was forcefully pulled back under the water. Jef-fery's father, who had been standing beside him, quickly launched himself into the water after her. In shock, Jeffery began to back away from the edge of the water. A few seconds that seemed like hours passed before there was a loud crack-ing noise and a gigantic monster emerged from the ice with Jeffery's mother in it's jaws. The mon-ster looked very strange; it did not have feet but it had large flippers and a tail instead. It did not have a beak either, but It had long sharp tusks that it had used to pierce his mother. The massive beast began to lurch forward to-wards Jeffery, but as it did Jeffery's father emerged from the ocean and began to wrestle with it. Without thinking Jeffery waddled away as fast as he possibly could, and he never looked back. Now Jeffery found himself alone; crossing this lake in an attempt to find a reason to live. He felt like crying, but he decided not to because he knew it would not solve any of his problems. He shook off the cold once again and continued to-wards the mountains and the edge of the lake that lay before them. Jeffery began to think that he would never feel happy and complete ever again. He knew he just needed to focus on get-ting off of this dangerous, melting lake. He was almost there. As he approached the bank he


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Untitled Cont’d heard a faint squawking noise. Jeffery's first thought was his mother, but he quickly realized that this was impossible. As he scanned the bank for the source of the noise he spotted another penguin. She was just close enough for him to observe her beauty. As she waddled towards him, he watched the way she swayed back and forth in the harsh, cold wind. He listened to the beautiful sound of her voice calling to him, as if she was telling him eve-rything was gonna be alright. As she got closer he saw that she had a fish in her beak, but Jeffery didn't even feel hungry and weak anymore. He felt strong and empowered. Jeffery began to return the call as loud as he could. When she got about ten feet from Jeffery she stopped and placed the fish on the white snow in front of her tiny feet. Neither one of them moved or made a sound, the just stared at each other. As Jeffery studied her, he thought that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire, short life. Her beauty reminded him of his mother and her strong eyes reminded him of his father. Jeffery the Penguin could see his whole life in her eyes; his past, present, and future all in two small black beady circles. Without saying a word or making any noise the small, beautiful penguin motioned with her head for Jeffery to pick up the fish and follow her back towards the distant mountain range. Without waiting for him she turned around and started to briskly waddle away. Shaking himself out of the trance he was in; Jef-fery mad his way quickly to the fish, picking it up and hurrying after her.

As he waddled along behind his new companion, Jeffery started to think about his possible future. Maybe he would one day have a little penguin of his own to teach how to preen and catch fish. For the first time in many weeks Jeffery the penguin felt happy and content with his existence.

Rio Cox Grade 12 Beaufort

Photography Megan Cole Grade 12 Honea Path


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Night Flight Mylynn Nguyen Grade 12 Myrtle Beach

“Dear Diary” Dear Diary, Today I saw a boy I wondered if he looked at me His smile was filled with joy My mind was out of me free Dear Diary, I can't get him off my mind I'm so scared. I think about him and I get blind I blushed and he stared Dear Diary, Today I saw that boy I saw him stare at me With his handsome eyes My heart felt like a prize Dear Diary, I want to tell him I don't want to scare or make him whim or go in tears. Dear Diary, What do you think What should I say My heart might shrink It's been on for days Dear Diary, I said hello He smiled at me It didn't blow It went slow


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Dear Diary, Thank you My heart is happy You're comfort and my writing sappy makes me wonder Will we be more than friends?

Sierra Solders Grade 10 Summerville

Photography Katie Stevens Grade: 10 Chapin


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Samuel Painter The Nutcracker Grade 10 Suimpsonville

Photography Whitney Major Grade 9 Belton

A Close Friend

Covered from wall to wall in things that will not be cool ten years from now carpet dull from constant tread shades drawn and lamps on because I avoid the sun. My room knows who I am All the details scream and wail and moan of me as you look around and take it all in You can see that quote I wrote and the picture of that band and the poster of that film and the trading cards and comics and candy and cans and colors My room knows every song on my iPod every character from my favorite show every click and clack and clunk from my video game maneuvers My room is like a close friend who knows the good and bad the norm and the unusual what I like and what I cannot stand and never judges.

Jordan Wilkerson Grade 11 Greenville


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A Hard Lesson RRRRR! RRRRR! AAAH! Crash! Crunch! Ouch! There I was just lying there half con-scious and half unconscious. “Help me!’’, I cried out. I had fallen off my dirt bike at 35 mph at the side of a dirt bike trail near my house. I felt like a crash-test dummy that had slammed into a brick wall. I tasted the gritty dirt in my mouth, and my helmet had fallen off somehow. It seemed like a year whizzed by before my friends showed up. One of them ran like a flash and told my mom. She arrived quickly in her SUV, and she drove like a mani-ac to the emergency room.

When we arrived at the ER, the people were crammed in like sardines. It obviously was go-ing to be a long day. I felt the pain of a sting all over the left side of my body. I felt like I had been thrown into a bee hive and had gotten stung a thousand times. I could feel I was coat-ed with hot steaming blood and dirt. Suddenly, the only thing I could hear was a loud ringing like a school bell, then it went black.

I was jarred awake, and a huge bright like en-

gulfed me and there was a strong odor of am-

monia. Slowly, things came into focus. I

could see I was in a hospital bed. My head

was throbbing like a strobe light. I had a large

bump on my head and a concussion. The

whole left side of my body was a bloody, sting-

ing mess. I asked my mom what had hap-

pened. She said, “You hit the floor in the wait-

ing like a limp doll.” The hospital staff and

rushed me into a room. A smiling doctor came

into the room and looked me over. He said I

was fine, but I would have some battle scars

and a good story to tell. Then the doctor and

nurses shuffled out the room. After what

seemed a lifetime, they finished cleaning my

wounds and sent me home.

After three days, I had recovered from the

dreadful crash. My friends Cole and Justin

came to visit me. Cole said, “Are you feeling

better?’’ I said, “I feel okay. Do you want to

see my battle wounds?’’ I showed off the grue-

some scratches and scabs. Justin said, “That

was a pretty hard fall.’’

I said, “Yeah, I still feel the burn on my skin, and my head really hurts.’’ Justin trotted down the hall and brought me my helmet. There was a giant crack on the left side. I had fallen off the dirt bike and hit a boulder with my head.

I am really elated that I listened to my mom

and wore my helmet that fateful day. I have

never experienced a fall like that one before or

since. That was the worst fall ever, and I have

the scars to prove it. That day, I learned never

to ride a dirt bike without a helmet even if it is

just an easy ride. Plus, I now know how to cut

ahead in the ER line.

Trace Allgood Grade 11 North Augusta

Painted Fish Mylynn Nguyen Grade: 12 Myrtle Beach


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Photography Megan Cole Grade: 12 Honea Path

“Under the Sea in Court”

It was a clear, warm day under the blue sea in the great kingdom of Atlantica. Judge Wall Russ wad-dled sluggishly into the quiet court room with his black gown flowing behind him. He had eaten too much for his breakfast once again. Tomorrow he resolved to cut his meal back to three thousand clams. He hoped this widely anticipated trial would go by quickly. He was nervous about the trial because it had been highly publicized in the national news. Everyone knew Ariel, the young-est daughter of King Triton. The final outcome could affect his future in a negative way during the next election. It was important to be able to keep his job.

As he sat down behind the large bench, he glanced down to his right and noticed Ursula, the sea witch, talking with her attorney Sea Turtle at the defendant’s table. Speaking in nervous whis-pers, Ursula fidgeted in her seat as the attorney shuffled his papers. Her eel skin black dress suit fit too tightly for her to sit comfortably. She picked up the contract reviewing it carefully; unsure she would win this one. She had been in court many times but this case was extraordinary. She had not realized who Ariel was when the contact was drawn up.

On the other side of the silent room, Ariel sat with a condescending look on her face yawning and pretending to listen to her counsel, Sea Horse, the most expensive lawyer under the sea. Ariel was impatient for the trial to be over because she had more important things to do. Her weekly sea-weed facial was scheduled at noon and she nev-er missed it for any reason. It was an essential part of her beauty treatment. A princess needed to look good at all times, especially when she was being photographed for news stories.

Hopefully it would be over quickly.

The small sea snail who served as the bailiff loud-ly announced, “Order in the court. Judge Wall Russ will now be hearing the case of Ariel verses Ursula. Everyone be seated.” Judge Wall Russ looked down at the thick document before him. “It says here that Ariel, Princess of Atlantica, is su-ing Ursula, Sea Witch, owner of Wishmart, for breach of contract. Will the defendant please ex-plain her side of the case?”

Ursula nervously stood up, her large body shak-ing with anxiousness. “Ariel came into my store and asked for a new pair of legs and I gave them to her.”

The judge turned to Ariel and softly asked. “Did you in fact get what you asked for?” Ariel rolled her eyes and snapped. ”Yes I did re-ceive the legs.” An awkward silence filled the room.

The judge cleared his throat “Why are you suing Ursula for giving you what you wanted?”

Ariel angrily turned a bright shade of red and screeched, “She took my voice too!” Puzzled the judge inquired “Aren’t you using your voice now?”

Ariel could smile smugly and announced, “My

father got it back for me at the Returns Depart-ment but as soon as my voice returned my legs disappeared. I want those back too.”

The judge looked curiously at Ursula and asked for an explanation.


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Ursula proudly pulled out the two thousand page long contract. “It says here on page three hun-dred forty-nine, paragraph twenty-three line eighty-six through line ninety-nine that the cost of one pair of human legs shall be the voice of the new owner of said pair of legs. In the event that the voice is returned to the customer, the legs go back to the store. It’s all here in the contract.”

Ariel rudely interrupted, “I was tricked! Those terms were written in small print.” Judge Wall Russ asked “May I see the contract please?” The sea turtle approached the bench carrying the thick contract. He laid it on the old wooden desk in front of the stern judge and timid-ly turned to the page in question. The judge scanned the page and looked up at Ariel. “The words have a font size of 72 and they are under-lined in bold print. Your initials are beside this statement.” Ariel rolled her eyes and sighed “I have bad eye sight and I was not able to read the statement.” Ursula said “I read the statement to her and two witnesses signed it.” The judge verified the two signatures of the wit-nesses. “Will the two witnesses come to the stand.” The bailiff searched the court room looking for the witnesses. No one approached the stand. Ursula’s attorney Sea Turtle announced, “Your honor it seems that our two contract witnesses were run over by King Triton’s chariot on the way to the court house today. They are in the hospital

for head trauma and broken legs. The doctor said they will be there for 3 months if they don’t die from their injuries. I am sure this is a coincidence.” The judge announced, “I will review this case and return in one hour with a verdict.” Ariel snapped, “One hour, I’ll miss my facial and manicure!” The judge glared at Ariel “Very well, I’ll be back in five minutes with a verdict.” Ariel glanced at Ursula and smiled smugly. Ariel’s attorney however was not so happy. Five minutes later, Judge Wall Russ waddled confidently to the bench to announce the verdict. “Judgment will be in favor of the defendant, Ursu-la the owner of Wishmart. The contract will stand as it is- no voice no legs.” Ursula stood frozen in shock. Had she actually won this case? Her thoughts were interrupted by Ariel’s howling scream. “I’ll get you for this! Do you know who my father is? I’ll make you both pay! This isn’t the end. I want a pair of legs!” Ursula glanced up at the judge who was looking quite scared and dismayed. Suddenly a brilliant thought flashed through her mind. “Your Honor,” she said, “I think I may have a solution to this un-fortunate event. May I?” Ariel stopped screaming threats and glanced curi-ously at Ursula. The judge was so relieved by this turn of events that he said, “By all means, give us your suggestion.”


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“Well I cannot give her the original pair of legs that were in the contract, but to show there are no hard feelings, I have another pair beautifully wrapped up in this box. I will give them to her free of charge if she will just drop this case and promise never to shop at Wishmart again.” The judge turned to Ariel. “Would this be a suitable solution to you?” Ariel looked extremely pleased. “Yes. I’ll take the legs just to be nice. Wishmart is a terrible store anyways.” Ariel grabbed the box and proceeded to leave the room. “I have to go. My facial is waiting.” Ursula breathed a sigh of momentary relief and began to make plans to take a long trip to a far away and unknown destination. Ariel was in for a big surprise. Her new set of legs came from a goat.

Alicia Higgins Grade 11 Chapin


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Tabitha Bromelow Grade 11 Pamplico

Issue 2 May 2014

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Photography “Tour of Italy” Alyssa Vick Grade 11 Blythewood

Seasons of the Sky Why do people constantly choose day over night? People do not have to sleep at night, it has just been that way since the beginning of history To answer this question, one must ask, “What is so bad about night?” Night. Night is full of emptiness. Reality cannot be effectively perceived, While creation is illuminated by the stars and moon; As the celestial bodies burn like a flame from afar The subjects of creation are lost in their own thinking, As the crashing of the waves is the only perceivable sound. In the emptiness of night, the sand whispers in the breeze. The subjects of creation amass their thoughts as night ends. When day comes, joy is of the essence. The sun puts an end to the somber scream of the night. Day brings light and night brings darkness, While the day is hot and the night is cold, a conflict arises. The conflict that is embodied in the way the sun rises. As the sun tears through the clouds, fate only knows what comes next. The black gargoyle that is night cries out for the last time; the battle is complete. Amber rays of sunlight dance in the dawn sky. Day needs no leverage since night cannot stand its sight. This victory is not a coincidence or fantasy, The victory of day over night inevitable. Daytime is a peaceful sanctuary away from darkness. Day rules with a gentle kindness that encompasses all of the daytime experiences People choose to sleep at night because day is considered a gift Without daytime, people would have a hollow existence. Day allows people to see every leaf and pebble, every drop of water. Day has the authority to cease and turn the world black, but why does it not? Despite daytime's power, it rules with affection, As soft as a kitten and as fragile as the wings of a butterfly.


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Seasons of the Sky Cont’d The sunlight feeds each flower petal and leaf accordingly. Daytime is the father of creation, cradling nature as children. Without daytime, there would be no ambition or devotion, Because what is there to be so passionate about if one could not see? What would there even be to imagine if one could not see? So next time you walk through nature and see: A mighty waterfall crashing with authority, A rainbow in its angelic majesty, And the clouds being cradled by the fingertips of the heavens, Think to yourself that day time is to thank. All good things come to an end, Daytime has compassion on night begins to slip away. As children laugh and play in the park. The last bit of sunlight dims like an ember. As daytime fades. However, I tell you that this ending is not sad. Daytime in all of its wisdom could not be tricked like that. Another way to think of it is as if day and night have a link. Day and night take turns like Winter and Summer. Day and night are like fighting brothers, They can’t stand but have to live with each-other. Without the night, day would not exist.

Thomas Hample Grade 12 Mount Pleasant


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Skywheel Mylynn Nguyen Grade 12 Myrtle Beach

“The Rugby Invasion”

Every weekend Wando Rugby players have a match. My 18-year-old brother is one of the sen-ior players. We drive together with a carload of other players, usually two hours or more up north to a field where the match is held. Before we head out, we make sure that one of us has our IPod. Once in the car, we strap on our boots and plug in the iPod. We are on our way.

The sound of the bass of our music pounds in the air. It’s almost as if brushing my hand out of the side of the window on the door to the car- you can feel the mechanical heartbeat. As we are turning into our destination, Peter turned the vol-ume up at least 2 knots to make an intimidating impression of the other team.

The other team. Chapin. They have been #1 for as long as anyone can remember! We played a hard valiant match against them the previous year. We scored on them. They had not been scored on in over 200 matches. We knew we would be ready next year. Now, it is next year and we have worked hard all summer and fall. What we want is a win. After a rigorous warm-up, we take to the pitch. We are eight: DJ, Nick, Peter, Mikey, Ryan, Stur-key, Coleman and me. Before you know it, the grass is teaming with killers. That’s when you hear the shrill of the referee’s whistle that marks the beginning of the battle.

We then face off with our biggest rival and each descend to our side of the battlefield. Our team’s motto is “For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother”. This is a quote taken from the movie Henry V. King Henry addresses the English troops just before battle.

He calls them his “band of brothers.” Rugby is very much a brotherhood. We will do anything for our fellow teammates, our band of brothers. We fight hard on the field, and we are there for each other off the field.

At the end of the match, there is blood and there are wounds. But for ninety minutes we give it everything we have!

During those ninety minutes our blood pumps through our veins, our focus narrows and the adrenaline blocks out all surrounding sounds. We tune into our teammates; our brothers, and put into motion what we have practiced a million times. I hear are the shouts of our voices com-municating plays, the smack of body parts against body parts and the grunts those in battle.

Samuel Huthwaite Grade 11 Mt. Pleasant


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Alyssa Vick Grade 11 Blythewood

Running Toward the Future Mario was sitting as close as he could get to the foggy window of the family’s station wagon. His father and mother were chatting away, happy and content with the prospects of Hidel’s new job op-portunity and the fine new home they had pur-chased. Hidel, Mario’s dad, and Swedel, Mario’s mom were very happy about the move! Mario was just devastated! He felt inside like boredom was going to really ruin this part of his precious life. His eyes were bulging out in fear of what was going to happen next. So, when his mom and dad finally settled in their new home, Mario said, “I had enough of this anxiety and I am going to run high speed for about 2 hours while they enjoy themselves.” So he took off at an incredibly high speed around the very large neighborhood they were in. The minute he took off, he started feeling better. He saw stars in the mucky water as he went by and that really brought him confidence to keep running. As he rounded the corner in his new neighborhood he passed a park. He saw very precious children playing Frisbee and also saw some cats playing happily with each other. He also went by a flower vendor and smelled and in-haled the scented flowers. He was running around the neighborhood just trying desperately to forget his terrible troubles. As he ran further, he smelled a very sweet aroma. A Krispy Kreme doughnuts shop really encouraged him to run harder. Mario felt all alone like he missed his previous home that he was used to. He also really missed having his previous kind and cheerful friends. He missed his dreams about a really great life. Sometimes Mario felt just like a coyote. He really felt like he needed to have someone with him to

be encouraged. Mario feels that being alone is a really horrible negative in his life. Mario did not want to be alone like a coyote. Also, he didn’t want to be a lighthouse either. He felt like he was trying to get someone else’s help, but couldn’t get any generous help from them. The only company he had was his feet as he ran throughout the night. He runs past Mission Hill and he wants to see what’s going on. This place is a house where people are provided beds, clean showers, food, and many other things. Most importantly, they are provided God’s Word. As he runs past mission hill and turns the corner, a big dog goes after him, ready to injure him. Mario is frightened at this sight and just runs wildly for his life. As he runs, he sees children playing. They wave

and smile at him. “Maybe living here won’t be so

bad after all. When he arrives home, he runs in

the back door of his house. When his mom and

dad see him, they gladly welcome him with a

smile. His parents tell him that they have been

desiring to start an exercise program - Could he

teach them the basic concepts of running and let

them workout with him? They are very proud of

his skills.They can all together deal with this new

and exciting life.

Ian Lupinek Grade 9 Greer


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