The Patriot Voice

Journey to America

Devna C. Langat, Guest Contributer

June 9, 2017

I was eight years old when war broke out in my hometown. Presidential elections caused many people to become condescending and portray hatred towards one another. My neighborhood had a slightly narrow passageway with houses l...

Downfall to Death

Jenna Geraci, Guest Contributer

June 8, 2017

September 22, 2012 11:53 P.M., Jesse is dead. He overdosed. Although I am sure most people around at the time could see that coming, we didn’t. Or at least I didn’t. Now, we didn’t find out until the next day, September 2...

Dancing with the Devil

Andrey Carvalhais, Guest Contributer

June 8, 2017

I didn't find out until a few months back. But she never told me, I had to piece everything together. I was in school one day and she asked me if her face seemed a little uneven. At first glance I said “ No ”, but then she...

Personal Narrative

Zack Carifio, Guest Contributer

June 8, 2017

It almost feels like it was yesterday. Tightening the laces of my shoulder pads, buckling the straps of my helmet and putting in my mouth guard to go hit an opposing team for the first time ever. It is something I will never fo...

The Contrition

Kiet Vu, Guest Contributer

June 8, 2017

It’s the middle of April. Flamboyants, grown in our schoolyard, started to decorate themselves with their small, bright red flowers. I love to look at them. They remind me about… summer vacation! It’s a symbol of summer, whic...

Realization

Brittany Calderon, Guest Contributer

June 7, 2017

I still remember the day like it was yesterday. The sun was beaming into my room, the alarm clock was going off. “Another day of school” sighing as I rubbed my eyes but still feeling the heaviness in them. As I got up I pressed ...

Eye Light

Luana Santos, Staff Writer

January 30, 2017

An original narrative essay   I can’t remember his name. It gets me upset that I can’t remember his name. He was always quiet and his silence spoke more to me than the few words we exchanged to each other. ...

Stop & Shop Employment: My Grocery List of Life Lessons

Samantha Karl, Staff Writer

November 22, 2016

An original essay It’s 2:30 pm when the school day ends, and the work day begins. I walk through the creaky sliding doors of Stop & Shop, and I feel the rush of cool air hitting my face. Slowly, I turn the corner and gaze...

Muted

Luana Santos, Guest Contributer

November 21, 2016

An original essay Her major breakdown was in chaotic, yet in slow-motion. My father brought up something petty from the past and treated the situation like a broken faucet. “Just fix it” he said. He was always right. F...

Forming My Faith

Samantha Harrington, Staff Writer

November 1, 2016

An original essay Religion has shaped my morals, ideals, and identity. I was raised with three different religions, Christianity, Hinduism, and Sikhism; however, I have developed my own beliefs aside from any doctrine. My ...

Dear Dr. Frankenstein

Alexa Bennett, Staff Writer

May 27, 2016

An Original Poem A Tribute to Jericho Brown   I wish I knew more of making men, but men have, an uncanny knack of breaking   and borrowing, and not returning and losing, and abusing,   and if you have...

My Sammy Who Buys Oranges and Grapes on Sunday

Alexa Bennett |'16

April 14, 2016

An original work of fiction This story is not about the man who sold oranges and grapes on Sunday mornings by the train tracks. It is not about the town where he sold the oranges and grapes, or the spray painted billboard b...

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