December 2024
December 2024 | Vol. 132 #4 | Published Monthly
Lying under the table there so still Left unnoticed against your own will That still furry face stares with no scorn Yet within me…
Eclairs or cookies Though I may be a glutton I just cannot choose
Welcome to the brand-new, state-of-the-art literary section of the IHS Tattler! This section will feature students’ creative writing: everything and anything from poetry, short fiction,…
i cannot tell if that glimmer in your eyes is playfulness or pain
There we were, two teenage girls pouring out our teenage woes. Interspersing gossip with deep shit and not feeling embarrassed about afflictions of the heart.…
If this field were a person it would be a woman named Sigtuna with a spitting problem. If this field were an accident it would…
Linda was unconscious by the time I burst into the dilapidated home, her slight breath on my neck the only indication that she was still…
