Endnotes

 For some of us, it's an ending. As the school year comes to a close we say goodbye to our friends. We clean out our lockers and wish our teachers farewell. We shed a tear as we leave the building, realizing that all of our memories are in the past. What we've known for so long is now gone. For some of us, its an ending.

For some of us, it’s a beginning. We seek the newly freed time to relax and clear our minds. We spend time with our family, and relatives we haven't seen in months. We explore new hobbies and passions and take the time to learn more about the things we love. For some of us it’s a beginning.

 

Whether it’s a beginning or end, we will still cherish all of the memories we've made here. We edited papers and gave good feed back, but we also laughed. We had an amazing time together and also had an amazing time sharing our best pieces with you!

 

This month's post includes little snippets, fragments of writing, from most of our authors here at Sevenatenine Literary Magazine to conclude this years magazine. We hope you’ve enjoyed the pieces from this year and we hope you enjoy these!

 

Come visit us next year to see some more amazing work from your favorite writers and artists, and to hopefully see pieces from our new students next year!

 

From everyone here at Sevenatenine Literary Magazine, we wish you an amazing summer!

by Julia N., Grade 8

Artwork by Dylan H., Grade 9

For I thought myself a hero,

And so it seems did he

But fairytales are pretty lies

And so it seems are we

 

by Mackenzie J., Grade 7

 

A fish in the sky,

Swimming in the expansive black,

It likes to relish the view of distant planets

And rest in a bed of stars.

 

by Richard W., Grade 7

 

 

She takes a step back

Then two

Then she walks away, like I should have done

I shouldn’t have said that.

 

by Sophia L., Grade 7

 

Supine and stare at the open sky.

Wonder over the field in which It all began.

When the cicada grasshoppers jigged out their countryside rigadoon.

The fruit fly squirmed,

As if it was laughing too.

 

When you marry the daisies,

You marry for raw tenderness.

And always smile when you can.

 

by Jaime P., Grade 8

 

So long

The city awakens

To sow and reap

Again

 

by Jack D., grade 8

 

I’d laugh with them, cry with them, go through it all with them, fight for them, fight with them. If those people ever needed me, I will be there less then a mile away, by their side.

 

by Beck M., Grade 9.