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October 15, 2020

September 25, 2020


October 15, 2020

By MF, Grade 12

“Cleo.” A gentle, yet steady voice cut through the bleak stillness of the grey morning. I turned, and saw Ms. Mori next to a tree, in a dress that seemed to blend in with the forest. She was barefoot, despite the cold, and I had to double check to make sure her feet were actually touching the ground. 

        “Ms. Mori,” I managed to say. “What are you doing here?”

        “I could ask you the same thing.”

        “Oh. Um…” I tucked my hands into the pockets of my jacket. “I’m just going for a walk. My house can be pretty… um, busy in the mornings, so I like to leave early.”

        “It’s just you and your mother at home, correct?”

        “Yes.” That morning’s exchange played over in my head. If I see you with that freak one more time, you’ll be living on the streets.

         Ms. Mori reached out to put a hand on my shoulder, and for a moment, I almost didn't feel her touch. Like her fingers passed right through me. “I miss you at school,” I told her. “I’m sorry you had to leave.”

         “So am I.” Ms. Mori’s art class was the only thing I liked about school, until she had to leave because some parents complained about what she was teaching us. As if it isn’t common knowledge that Michelangelo was gay. “You’ll find somewhere,” she said. 


         She took a breath, and it felt like the wind inhaled with her. “Cleo, you and I… we’re not like the others in this town. We don’t belong here.” Don’t belong here. I probably thought those words to myself every day, but hearing someone actually say it was like a punch to my chest. “But someday, you’ll find somewhere you do.” I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I was stunned silent, my mother’s dream come true. “Just look to the shadows.” 

         I blinked, and Ms. Mori was gone, disappeared among the trees. Bright red leaves twirled in the wind where she had stood.


September 25, 2020

By Liv Schnare, Grade 11

After years of being placed on people's walls, Time grew weary of its job. You would be tired too if the only thing you could do was continue. Time needed to stop for a couple hours, a day maybe. At twelve in the afternoon on a pleasant summer Friday, Time paused, but it needed more. It wanted to break away from the walls of the houses it was encased in. In the home of Sara James, Time did. 


Time pulled itself away from the walls and the clocks in Sara's house. It swirled and flew right out through the door. Sara couldn't believe her eyes. In the 9 years of her life she had never seen anything reminiscent of the magic that she read of in fairy tales. She dropped her book, got up off her couch and ran after Time.


As Sara ran, Time pondered why it was needed. The story goes as follows; Time ripped them apart, and they didn't see each other until past the grave. It seemed as if Time was always being blamed for all the misfortunes of the creatures in the universe. If there was simply not enough Time to go around, why should there be Time at all? Time turned around to be faced with Sara’s questioning gaze.


“Are you a fairy?” she asked, “Or a wizard?”


“I am neither,” Time answered, “I am Time. I am the force that brings forth the Day and ends the dark Night. Who are you?”


“Oh I’m Sara. Mum said to not talk to strangers, but you seem familiar Mr Wizard.”


Time overlooked her disregard of its explanation and said, “Although you seem interested in magic and wizards, I am interested in how you are managing to see me. And I’m also intrigued by your inability to relent to my will.”


“I still don’t understand why you can’t see that you’re a wizard Time,” Sarah said


Different types of clocks have trapped Time for many a millenia, but nothing has quite imprisoned him as much as this little girl.  Everything on earth should have stopped moving when Time stopped, she seems to be the only exception. 


 “You should still be on the couch reading your book about trolls and elves.” Time stated


“Excuse me, but how do you know about what I was reading?”


“I am aware of everything in this universe,” Time said,  “I can tell you what any person is doing at this very moment.” 


“Can you tell me what my father is doing? Where did he go?” She questioned, hoping Time had the answers she sought after.


“I’m afraid that is the one thing I know almost nothing about, other than how to get there and that where he is is safe and bright.”


“Oh. What else do you know?”


“I've spent billions of years being all over, learning everything there is to know. Watching things grow, live and die. Watching beings love and lose everything. It's all because of me. I control every second this universe's existence has ever known.” 


“It's not your fault. Before my dad died we went to the beach one last time. We laid down on the sand and he told me how happy he was that we could spend time together. And I was so happy that I could spend more time with him.”


Time thought about that for a moment. Shouldn’t people be grateful for the time they have on the earth? Shouldn’t people make the best of what they were given and be as happy as they can without needing more? Time supposed that it was impossible for all creatures to believe in being grateful for what they have, considering that humans have always been selfish. But Sara understood. Maybe it was her naivety, or maybe she was wise beyond her years. Time was baffled, but content.


“We should get you back home.” 


Sara grasped Time’s hand as it walked her back inside to the couch she was on before and gave her back her book. Time retreated to the walls and restarted. People's lives went on. And when it came her time to leave, Sara was carried away by a familiar friend.