Kings' Courier

Grandpa’s Old Dusty Window

Lauren Hileman, Junior Writer

November 26, 2018


Filed under Poetry and Prose

A tall, ancient pine tree with years of memories A blue Chevy Avalanche truck with gray lawn chairs in the bed An old man sitting on a wooden bench under the old pine watching a lawn mower run on a string I feel nine again A little girl riding in his truck with the windows down and the radio on The le...

The life I was meant to live…

The life I was meant to live…

Anonymously Submitted

October 31, 2018


Filed under Poetry and Prose

It all started back in January of 2016, After my world crumbled upon me. When I really started to think I was completely alone, when I couldn’t hide the sadness anymore, when I couldn’t fake that stupid smile for the people around me. Truth be told when I was ready to end everything… A...

Growing Up

Growing Up

Lanie Miller, Sophomore writer

May 8, 2017


Filed under Poetry and Prose

I am looking out the window I see birds and bees And the flowers and trees I feel the time go by This reminds me of old happy days And watching the swings sway I hear the chirping of birds And the buzzing of bees I feel refreshed and at ease I think about the past How my li...

Window to the Soul

Josie Woolever, Sophomore Writer

May 2, 2017


Filed under Poetry and Prose

We all feel alone at some point in our lives. It occurs for a lot of us in high school. We feel like outcasts, always trying to meet everyone’s standards. Most the time those standards never really matter, all that matters is that you’re happy with yourself. Let’s all just put on our brave faces...

Alone

Madison Miller, Senior Contributor

December 7, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

She was sitting alone. In the middle of the floor wondering how she got there, wondering what went wrong. What did she do? How did she manage to mess everything up again? She could hear everyone in the living room laughing and talking as if nothing were wrong. She wished she could join them. The girl w...

The Unforgettable Summer

Megan Greer, Senior Contributor

December 7, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

Fans squeaking, whispers in the crowd, cattle humming to one another. Showtime. Emily woke to the sound of her alarm ringing in her ear. 8am, the hour she would awake to every summer day to head down to the barn to work with her 4-H calf. She stumbled into the old barn to hear the sound of her impati...

Parting With Loneliness

Logan Henry, Senior Contributor

December 7, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

As a little girl, the people around me seemed different. They all looked at me funny. I was always told by my loving mother that they were envious. I did not know what they could be jealous of, definitely not my crazy, curly, orange hair. After my mother died, I did not have anyone to rely on. My fath...

A Race to Remember

Lucas Bowman, Senior Contributor

December 7, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

“Just take a deep breath,” I hear from my coach behind me. I finally open my eyes to see a line of people waiting for the start lined up along the right side as if they were waiting for the grand opening of an amusement park. Somewhere in that crowd I knew my parents were there. In the middle stand...

Ashes to Nihilism

Aaron Boyd, Senior Contributor

December 7, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

I suppose I should start at the beginning - or now, given that time and my life have been as unchanging as the barren landscape I walk. I’ve been on this pilgrimage as long as I’ve had a will to live, walking ever forward. As long as I’ve walked, the land has remained the same. There is no day or ni...

The Golden Man

Tristan Claypool, Senior Contributor

December 4, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

Eternity. Eternity scares people. Nothing in all of history scares and enthralls people more. Countless lives wasted and lost, all for the search of eternity. Every culture tried their own sense of immortality, the Egyptians with their mummies, the Chinese with jade coffins, and the early English with the ...

The Tooth Occurence

Nathan Young, Senior Writer

December 4, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

Timid. All that early Monday morning Jack felt uneasy about the procedure later in the day. He dreaded the idea of getting his wisdom teeth pulled out for an insurmountable amount of time, but now that the time drew even closer he felt an extreme level of anxiety. His mother forced for him to get hi...

The Thanksgiving Curse

Bailey Gremelspacher, Senior Writer

December 4, 2015


Filed under Poetry and Prose

  The Grams packed up the car to make the ten-hour trip to North Carolina. They were headed for Charlotte, not for a family vacation but for a wedding. Uncle Brian was finally getting married, a surprise to everyone in the family. After 38 years of his life, he had found the right woman. Thou...

Lewis Cass High School, Walton, Indiana,
Poetry and Prose