Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day o Silence, a national youth movement protesting the silence face by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgendered people and their allies in schools. My deliberate silence echos that silence, which is caused by harassment, prejudice, and discrimination. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward fighting these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today. What are you going to do to end the silence?
- Day of Silence motto
April 16th is the …

Prickling of the Flame
The crisp sounds of wood crackling in the air
Echos through the darkened sky of night.
Her hair whispers through the air, and i feel as if I’m being spoken to.
My heart pounds, sending more than just a beat but a sign.
A sign of hope, a sign of passion, a sign of love.
Her eyes pierce such as the sun through the brink of dawn.
They look through me seeing more than just a person, but something else
She can see my soul speaking as if it had never spoken before
She can …

Well, baseball has finally arrived and the snow is melting, hopefully for good. As the sun starts to peak, we are pointed in the right direction. Not just towards spring, but also the time of year that baseball, the game, players and fans cherish. Those palm trees, that Florida sun and that green grass calls us back to that love that burns within our hearts all winter long.
For many fans, the winter break after a grueling season could be seen as a God send. But for others, that new season …

Game of the Month
By: Wes Schneider
This months Game of the Month, and recently rated in my opinion as the best game i’ve ever played is…Bayonetta. Its a single player game, eleven hours long, and perfect.
It takes place in a fictional town named Vigrid in Europe. Bayonetta is a witch, who has the ability to shape-shift and  use many other mystical powers to defeat the powers of the heavens. She is part of a cult of witches known as the Umbra Witches. This group of people fight, with the powers of …

“Ok, I can do this,” she told herself. It’s her first day back at Demontra Academy after her mental breakdown almost a year ago. She looked at herself in the mirror; she looked the same on the outside. She still had the same wavy black hair, the same strikingly blue eyes, and the same fair skin she’d always had. She was still five feet and five inches tall like all the girls she used to know, yet none of these things seemed to matter now. You would think that in a school full …